Prehistoric Woman Age

Update time 2013-8-2118:13:45Words: 3269

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"Luo, why don't you eat meat! Such a large piece of meat is enough for two meals." While enjoying the fragrant barbecue, Atu asked the gray-haired man beside him strangely. , the old clansman who was so thin that only a handful of bones remained.

Just now Luo got up and went back to the cave and took out a small bag of grass seeds. It was in the evening. Nana led everyone back from gathering, but the hunting team was not seen for a long time. She was afraid that the children would be hungry, so she presided over the distribution first. .

Most of the clansmen who stayed in the tribe were wiped out long ago because of starvation. Unexpectedly, Luo, the oldest in the tribe, still kept. While everyone was eating delicious barbecued meat, he took out grass seeds to eat, which is quite different!

In the eyes of everyone, Luo put away the grass seeds a little embarrassedly, and said softly: "I used to be afraid of being hungry, so every time I get food, I always want to save some... With grass seeds, you can eat a little less meat, and if the prey is not enough tomorrow, there will be no meat to eat."

"Luo, he was too old to participate in hunting and was driven out by other tribes. When he was picked up by the patriarch, he had been living alone outside for more than a month, eating grass seeds and I heard from him that I couldn't find anything to eat for two or three days at that time, and I was afraid of being hungry..." Ming used a pottery pot with a hole to fetch water from a small river not far away and poured it into the stone. In the pot, he helped An'er make a fire under the pot.

Lin An'er stared straight at the handful of grass seeds in Lao Luo's hand, her heart pounding. rice? What the primitive man was holding in his hand seemed to be unhusked rice! Great! There are rice seeds, and there is unpolluted land in the world. If we start planting a lot next year, will we still be worried about not being able to eat rice?

"Luo? Can I see the... uh, grass seeds in your hands?" An'er leaned over and stared at the rice in their hands.

After Asan's introduction and Atu's exaggerated rendering, An'er became the incarnation of a **** in the eyes of everyone in the Atayal tribe, and her heart was full of awe. Lao Luo was so excited that he didn't know what to say, and tremblingly offered the grass seeds with both hands.

It's really rice, she really read it right! An'er was so excited that she almost jumped up. She looked at Lao Luo with bright eyes and said, "I'll exchange the mantis meat for your grass seeds, okay?"

The Atayal people surrounding her looked at her incomprehensibly. This grass seed is hard, it is difficult to swallow, and the taste is not very good, and a fool would exchange it for meat. But... Naruta Tasha must have her reasons for doing this.

Lao Luo waved his hands in a hurry and said repeatedly: "Take it! An'er wants to eat grass seeds, just take it! We can open up today and eat a meal of meat, or Naru Tata Sarah, where is your gift?"

(How can primitive people say words like "gift"? Uh... just think of it as a "side effect" of language converters, hehehehe...)

Lao Luo can't remember how long he hasn't tasted meat. The hunting team has not had a good harvest recently. Even the warriors of the hunting team have to mix grass seeds and wild fruits to fill their stomachs, not to mention Lao Luo who cannot create any value for the tribe. The Atayal tribe did not drive him away and provided him with a place to stay, and he was very grateful.

An'er shook her head and said with a smile: "I eat a small amount of meat, and I get a lot of meat. It's such a hot day, I can't finish it, wouldn't it be more wasteful if it's broken?"

Speaking, he was allocated two claw meat from himself, about two catties were cut, and they were indiscriminately stuffed into Lao Luo's hands. Having received more than ten years of education of respecting the elderly and caring for the young, she really has no face to grab something from a poor, skinny old man.

Nana took her daughter from Assan and said to An'er, "An'er, do you like this? The men in my family haven't eaten it yet, so you can take it all! Assan, still Don't hurry to get it!"

Hearing this, An'er was even more happy, and said loudly: "Whoever has this kind of grass seed, bring it, I will exchange it for meat!"

"What for? Luo is right, we can eat a full meal of meat, all thanks to Naruta Tasha. What is this grass seed!" Arrogantly, he stuffed the two kilograms of rice wrapped in large leaves into An'er's hands. It seems that there are more men, but they still have the advantage!

Under Nana's start, all the rice distributed by the men of the hunting party was given to An'er. She was going to give them meat, and the men seemed to have been severely insulted, blushing and stubbornly refusing.

The honesty and kindness of the Atayal tribesmen strengthened An'er's thoughts. She secretly vowed to let these lovely primitive people live a hundred times better life than they are now!

An'er used a dagger to dig a stone mortar, and then found a branch as thick as an arm, and cut it into a rice stick. Demonstrated a few times, and asked the strong bearded Asang to help her pound out the husk rice she collected. Ah Tu and a few other teenagers looked interesting, and they got together and took turns to pound it, and quickly separated the rice and rice husks.

An'er prepared to cook a pot of meat porridge for Abu, who was injured and couldn't eat hard things, using the hulled rice mixed with the minced mantis meat.

"Do you have any salt?" asked An'er, who had been squatting beside her, curiously looking at her busy Daer.

Dal took a bite of the roast and asked vaguely, "What is salt?"

"Salt... just white, transparent, when roasting or cooking meat, put it in it, it's salty, delicious..." An'er didn't know how to explain to this little primitive man. Even if the gesture is explained, I don't know if the other party understands what he means.

Pulling a few, the translucent crystal was handed to An'er: "Is it this stone? It used to be called 'salt'!"

My God! what kind of salt is this? There are so many impurities in it, and I am not afraid of eating something wrong. However, the condiments she brought with her had been exhausted a few days ago. She cooked meat porridge without salt, and there was no seasoning like onion and ginger. Can it be eaten?

She picked up the place with high transparency, knocked down a small piece with a dagger, crushed it and put it into the porridge. And very selfishly, she used her helmet to stuff up a pot of rice—she hadn't eaten fragrant rice for a month, and she was greedy just thinking about it!

Several little guys smelled the fragrance, surrounded the stone pot, and kept swallowing saliva.

"An said, this is for Baba, not yours!" Da'er, the food-protecting cub, blocked their sight with his body.

An'er gave him a brain break with a smile and said: "How can you eat so much? What's the point? Darer, we can't be stingy when others are generous, can we?"

Us? As soon as Da Er heard that An Er regarded him as his own, he straightened up his chest, fearing that he would embarrass An Er, and explained, "I don't have enough food!"

An'er patted his little head and said, "You can't eat too much of such a big pot, one bowl is enough, there are only seven or eight children in the clan, so each person gets a share. It's enough to taste."

Nana's other man, Ji, patted his son Kong Kong on the back of the head and scolded with a smile: "The meat can't stop your mouth? You all eat a lot of meat, the patriarch can't Eat it, cook some grass seeds and watch it with your eyes, it's not too embarrassing! A group of greedy ghosts!"

"It's fine! There's still some rice left, I'll cook it for Abu tomorrow. Little guys, why don't you hurry home and get a bowl?" The little primitive people of different ages rushed back to the cave with a cheer, and took out a bamboo bowl made of bamboo tubes.

She helped Abu fill a full bowl first, and even sharpened a wooden spoon for him. The primitive people always eat with five-clawed dragons (hands), and there are no chopsticks and spoons at all. After handing over the task of feeding to Ming, she helped the little guys to divide the meat soup.

Seeing the cubs eating happily, An'er felt a little sad at the same time. Cooking is her hobby. The entire underground base knows that if the adopted daughter of the chief's family, her cooking skills are comparable to that of a super chef in a five-star hotel. Although the conditions are limited, she will definitely try to improve the diet of the Atayal tribe.

Barbecue, anyone with some common sense in modern times knows that it is an unhealthy food. It is not good for adults to eat too much, let alone children? In primitive society, the mortality rate of children is so high, the environment is one aspect, and a bigger part is because of unhealthy diet.

"I'm so full!" Huluhulu went down a bowl of meat porridge, Da'er touched his chubby little belly, lying on the ground unable to get up. He turned his head and smiled contentedly at An'er: "An, you are amazing, grass seeds can be made so delicious! Tomorrow, I will pick a lot of grass seeds, and you will do the same for us, okay?"

Nana took the spoon that Abu used and fed the girls and children porridge one by one. The little guy is like a little hungry wolf cub, gulping down the meat porridge, one small hand grabs Mama's hand holding the bamboo bowl, and the other grabs the spoon with Mama. If her mouth was empty and Nana didn't get the next spoonful, she would protest loudly.

"Da'er is right, I never thought that grass seeds can be eaten like this and taste so delicious. Our Tongtong and Kong Kong both like to eat them!" Nana was feeding Child, while talking to An'er.

Other clansmen were full and returned to the cave one after another. The tempting aroma of meat porridge still wafts in the air.

At this time, the white rice cooked by An'er was ready, she opened the wooden lid, stretched her head out and took a deep breath, and said to Nana and Da'er, who reached out, " Rice - that kind of grass seed is called rice, and it can be boiled into this kind of rice, or put into a bamboo tube and eaten as a bamboo tube rice. You can taste it, it's very fragrant!"

Nana and Dar, who have tasted the charm of meat porridge, and their stomachs are already stuffed with barbecued meat in front of them, it is obvious that the attraction of rice is not as shocking as meat porridge.

I have no vision, no taste! An'er filled herself a full bowl and ate it with relish with the fragrant barbecue. The meat quality of the mutant mantis is similar to the plump hairy crab, and the taste is better. This month, she finally had a full meal, and she ate it so well... If there is another bowl of egg drop soup, it will be even more perfect!