I am a primitive

Not far away, mallards with green heads swam forward with the raft, expressing enough surprise to these monkeys who could swim in the water like them.

After swimming like this for a while, some wild ducks discovered some shortcomings of these launching monkeys, that is, they can only swim on the surface of the water, but they cannot drill into the water.

As a result, one or two wild ducks began to drill into the water continuously, and then came out from other places. Sometimes, some fish tails were exposed from their mouths.

After showing off their skills in front of the group of monkeys who entered the water, one or two ducks flapped their wings on the water and screamed excitedly.

Brother Sha, who was on the same raft as Han Cheng, silently tied a thick rope to the tail of a feathered arrow, tied the other end of the rope to the railing on the edge of the raft, and then put the feathered arrow on the bowstring On top of it, after pulling it away, the hand was loosened, and the feathered arrow with the rope flew out quickly.

The wild duck that flapped its wings and called Zhenghuan screamed, flapped its wings and struggled a few times in the water, and then fell silent.

While the rest of the wild ducks were flying around in panic, the wild duck pierced by the feather arrow was dragged onto the raft by the rope by Junior Brother Sha.

In no time it will be a roasted duck.

This kind of thing tells everyone in the Qingque Tribe a truth, not only the early rafters hit first, but also the wild ducks who like to show off their skills, and are too close to the archer when they show off, can easily become roast ducks...

As the raft moved forward, lake water appeared on the raft through the gaps, forming small puddles that did not exceed the highest point of the raft. Occasionally, disturbed fish would jump out of the water and fall back into the water with splashes.

The raft moved forward slowly in the misty waves, and the novel experience of boating on the lake made everyone excited.

The only thing that makes people feel more regretful is why the jumping fish don't land on the raft.

The raft traveled all the way, from the east side of the island to the north side, and stopped at the first landing.

When approaching the shore, someone standing at the front of the raft threw down the cable, and those who stayed on the island before picked up the cable and pulled it tightly, pulling the front of the raft tightly against the shore.

Most of the people in the tribe had never seen such a big beach. They got off the raft at this time and stepped on the clean sand with their bare feet, all of them were extremely happy.

Looking at the blue sky, the sunshine, the large lake, and the clean, large beach, Han Cheng suddenly felt that in the days to come, besides fishing and digging lotus roots and bird droppings on this island, he could also Build a few gazebos here, and put a few deck chairs made of bamboo.

Wearing big linen underpants with bare feet, I lie down on a deck chair when I am tired from walking by the water, basking in the warm sunshine, squinting for a while, and watching the clouds and clouds in the sky when I wake up Shu...

This thing can't be thought about, as long as one thinks about it, it will make people feel beautiful.

Can't wait to start implementing it now.

However, when Han Cheng's eyes fell on the beach farther away, after he waited for others to leave, he climbed up the beach again and lay on the old turtle lazily basking in his back, his face suddenly pulled out.

Why, after seeing these guys' state at this time, Han Chengcheng felt that the wonderful life he was drooling over just now seemed to be scolding himself.

These damned guys, sooner or later, will be caught by you one by one for stew!

Unknowingly, Han Dashenzi, who had scolded himself, looked at those old turtles who always liked to come to the beach to dry their backs when they had nothing to do, and felt very angry in their hearts.

The beach is always a favorite playground for children.

In particular, Han Cheng used a bowl, filled it with wet sand, patted the porcelain with his hands, then flipped it upside down on the beach, and gently removed the bowl, leaving a place made of wet sand. After the bowl was upside down, the children who followed immediately stayed on the beach and didn't want to leave.

Not only them, some of the women who followed were also attracted by this novel activity.

Seeing this, Han Cheng thought for a while and asked a few strong people who had been to the lotus pond and seen bird droppings to stay nearby with weapons to protect them. He and another group of people went to the west of the island with Wu and the others. On the side, and in the middle of the island, you can see the large lotus root, and the guano and struvite that are extremely important to the tribe.

For witches, and most people in the tribe, food that can be eaten and things that are of great use to the tribe are far more important than fun...

The lake breeze blew slightly, blowing thousands of hectares of green lotus, among the whirling branches and leaves, the witch smiled like a toothless child.

The rest of the Qingque tribe who saw the lotus root for the first time also laughed very heartily, especially after hearing Han Cheng talk about the deliciousness of the lotus root and its high yield.

"Sow it to the tribe, plant it to the tribe..."

Wu muttered there, and the rest of the people who heard it nodded their heads.

For the people of the Qingque tribe, they still subconsciously regard the main Qingque tribe that has lived for a long time as the real tribe. When they encounter something good, they always subconsciously want to get it to the main tribe.

Only in this way can you feel at ease and feel that such things really belong to your own tribe.

Han Cheng nodded aside. He himself planned to transplant this lotus root to the main tribe. After all, over the years, there are many potholes around the main tribe. If you plant lotus roots, you can dig a lot in winter lotus root.

Not only the main tribe, but also along the entire Bronze Expressway, Han Chengtu plans to plant lotus roots in the more suitable potholes. If there is a suitable pothole in the Tongshan residential area, he will not let it go.

Anyway, the present is different from the later generations. In this era, the land is sparsely populated. There are enough people in the main tribes to be able to get busy. Large tracts of land can all belong to their own tribes.

As for the fact that so many lotus roots will not be able to be dug up in time, this is not within the scope of Han Cheng's consideration at all.

First, the lotus root growing under the water can be excavated for a long time, which can last from summer to winter. Second, even if it is really difficult to dig, it is very good to grow there for viewing. When the time comes, it will be along the Bronze Expressway. Walking, the fragrance of flowers all the way, it is also very good to make a hundred-mile lotus road.

After looking at the large area of ​​lotus pond here, Han Cheng took Wu and the others to make a special trip to see the forest covered with a thick layer of bird droppings and smell a bit strong.

Then I went to the large number of guano stones on the east side of the forest leading to the southern tip of the island.

After seeing so many bird droppings, the people in the tribe were all happy from ear to ear.

With so much guano, the food in the tribe will increase a lot.

After some visits, Wu's toothless mouth has never been closed, and his whole person is extremely energetic.

Everyone returned to the lotus pond, went down and touched more than 100 catties of lotus root, washed it in the lake water, and took it back to the beach.

Someone was looking for dry wood, and several piles of bonfires were set up on a beach.

Surround the fire with a few stones, put the clay pots brought with the boat on it, and the simple stove has been set up.

The newly touched lotus root undoubtedly became the protagonist of this meal.

After peeling, cut into four centimeters long and about one centimeter thick, and put these diced lotus root in the pot when the fresh fish soup and old turtle soup are about to be stewed.

There is no cold seasoning for slices, because this time we are going camping after all, the seasoning is not very sufficient, especially without vinegar, the lotus root slices prepared in this way are not delicious.

When the bonfire was about to burn out, Han Cheng buried some lotus root in the fire and burned it with dark red coals.

"delicious!"

After some fresh fish and lotus root soup and soft-shelled turtle and lotus root soup were cooked, everyone picked up the lotus root in their respective bowls and sent them to their mouths.

The fully cooked diced lotus root tastes very noodle, and after one bite, there will be a lot of white silk, which tastes very good.

Everyone in the Qingque tribe, who ate lotus root for the first time, admired it while eating it.

Especially Wu, whose teeth are not very good, eats more, because this lotus root is more in line with his appetite.

Han Cheng, who was eating lotus root, was equally happy, because the quality of the lotus root here was better than he imagined, it was actually noodle lotus root.

"Try this."

After eating up the rice in the bowl, Han Cheng pushed aside the darkened charcoal pile, revealing the burned and blackened lotus root buried inside.

In addition, he broke off a relatively thin and clean branch, and stuck a piece of lotus root on it. It didn't take much effort to penetrate it. The touch from his hand told Han Cheng that the lotus root had been cooked.