Return to Primitive Society and Become a Chief

The two primitive men ran over as soon as the Aniu words fell. Before Ji Thief could react, they were pressed to the ground, bringing Ji Thief's face into close contact with the ground.

"Hey hey, what are you doing? If you have something to say, and if you have something, you can say no, stop, don't pull my pants!"

Ji Zei yelled, and Xue rushed to push her people: "You let go of the warriors."

Aniu looked at Xue, who cared about Ji Thief, feeling sour and annoyed: "Xue, you let it go, it's none of your business."

It's okay for Aniu not to speak. As soon as he said aloud, Xue said angrily: "Aniu, you must have accused the warrior again in front of the elders!"

At first, Aniu was very upset. Xue's words made him even more sad. After this depressive mood, Aniu couldn't help but become happy again: "Xue, you have wronged me this time. This kid is all asking for it. Eating hard, everyone can't eat food, Master Wizard said, he will be chipped to the top to sacrifice to the sky."

When the words fell, not only Xue was stunned, but even the Ji thief who was pressed on the ground was dumbfounded.

He was a little suspicious of his ears, and asked Aniu, "What are you talking about? Master Wizard said he would gouge me?"

A Niu hugged his arms and nodded triumphantly.

Ji thief struggled: "Let go of me, there must be a misunderstanding in this."

"What's the misunderstanding?"

A majestic voice sounded in the crowd, and everyone looked back and saw that the witch led the fat and thin elders out in front of the people, condescendingly looking at the Ji thief crawling on the ground, a trace of sadness flashed across her face.

All the primitive people bowed their heads and shouted respectfully: "Master Wizard."

The witch gave a hum. Before she could speak, the thief on the ground shouted, "Master Wizard, what is going on?"

The witch snorted coldly, gritted her teeth and said, "Do you still dare to ask? It depends on what you do."

Ji Thief was a little confused: "No, what did I do?"

The witch glanced at the clay that had just been made up with water in the cave, and sneered and took her finger over: "You told me that collecting clay is of great use. Is this your great use?"

Ji Thief is busy trying to explain: "No, listen to me..."

"What? Listen to you tell me how to play with mud? Ji Thief, I believe you so, and the people support you so much. As a result, the clay collected for you by the people who have been starving for two days is used to For play?"

The more the witch said, the louder it was, and in the end, it was almost a roar.

"He is not worthy to be a warrior of the Frost Valley tribe, kill him!"

"Yes, kill him, such a liar is damned!"

The crowd was incited, and everyone screamed, but if you listen carefully, it is nothing more than the voice of Ji Zei who wants to be executed.

In the beginning, there were still some primitive people with stable personalities who wanted to hear what Ji Zei explained, but as most of them were emotional, they became mad.

The sound waves that killed the Ji thief were higher than the waves, like a tsunami, there was no power to stop it.

Moreover, these primitive people slowly forced Ji Zei to kill him with a big disagreement.

In the crowd, the thin elder and Aniu breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. It seemed that the two of them were very satisfied with the current situation.

"Enough! Are you shouting enough, can you let me say a few words?"

With a loud shout, there was a faint voice overshadowing everyone's shouting.

The witch waved to the crowd to stop, and then looked at Ji Thief blankly: "What do you want to say?"

The thief looked at the two primitive men who pressed him, and the witch waved her hand, and the two walked back.

"Thanks." The thief rubbed his wrists and stood up, then looked at everyone, and said: "I didn't play in the mud, nor did I deceive everyone."

The thin elder sneered, pointing his finger at the pile of mud: "When we are all blind?"

Ji thief just stared at the witch, and moved his eyes to the thin elder: "If you are an adult, shut up the child."

The slender elder suddenly choked Ji Thief, and said nothing for a while.

The thief stared at the witch: "I didn't play with mud. The clay was used to improve the tribe."

"This liar, Master Wizard, don't believe him."

Someone in the crowd shouted.

If it was said that when the witch first came, she was just angry, then now she is disappointed and dare not admit that she has made a mistake. How can such a person make him the first warrior of the tribe?

Thinking about it, a disappointed look couldn't help appearing on the witch's face.

Ji thief felt a little in his heart, and quickly pointed at the earthen jar that was still gushing mushroom soup on the stove, and said, "Look at this, look at this, I collected clay for this thing."

People looked at the direction of Ji Thief's fingers, and when they saw the strangely shaped earthen jar, they couldn't help but be stunned.

In the impression of these primitive people, there has never been a crock pot, and they naturally don't know what it is for this kind of thing.

Even the witch is the same.

After a moment of surprise, the witch asked in a daze, "What is that?"

Seeing that the witch finally showed a hint of interest, Ji Thief was relieved, not afraid that you didn't know, but that you deliberately ignored it.

He said, "Master Wizard, please allow me to give a solemn introduction."

As he said, he came to the crock pot in a few steps, pointed at the crock pot, and said, "This, called the crock pot, is made of clay by me."

The crowd began to whisper.

"Crock? What is that?"

"I don't know, it looks strange."

"What's the use of this thing?"

Hearing what people said in his ears, Ji Thief had a certain degree of assurance in his heart. Then he looked at the witch, and then said, "Master Wizard, this earthen jar is very useful. It can hold water and store food. Most importantly, he Can be used to make soup!"

"Soup!" The crowd was in an uproar.

Immediately, these buns thought about what Ji Thief had shown a flaw in their IQ.

"What is the soup?"

Ji Thief was speechless. He ignored these primitive people and looked at the witch. However, our noble wizard, the same curious expression as the big guy.

He slapped his forehead with his hand, and Ji Zaixin said I'd better show it to them, otherwise let these guys guess for themselves, I don't know when.

Thinking about it, he picked up a bowl, filled a bowl of mushroom broth with a wooden spoon made in the afternoon, blew it cold, and handed it to the witch.

The witch looked cautious: "What are you doing!"

Ji Thief rolled his eyes, but did not dare to attack: "Tang, Lord Wizard."

The witch took a step back, and the slender elder shouted when she saw it, "You are bold, dare to murder Master Wizard! Come, take him down."

Four or five primitive people rushed up when they heard the sound.

Ji Thief was busy carrying the soup and explained: "No, no, this is soup, you can drink it."

He said, regardless of the heat, holding the bowl, his neck was dry.

what.

Wiping his mouth, Ji Thief deliberately smacked his mouth: "Look, you can drink."

The witch came up: "Can you drink?"

The thief hurriedly nodded: "It's such a wizard. I wonder if the fire has become popular, but everyone can't eat baked goods every day. Therefore, I beg you to let everyone collect clay and make a crock. With this, you can make soup and drink when you are tired of eating barbecued meat, and I guarantee that the taste of this soup is not worse than barbecued meat."

Seeing the witch pondering, Ji Thief hurriedly filled her a bowl and handed it over.

The witch held the bowl, still hesitating.

"Master Wizard, you can drink with confidence, it's okay, the taste is still delicious." Ji Thief patted his chest.

For one thing, it was Ji Thief who promised to be so vowed, and secondly, as he said, the soup was really delicious. Just smelling the taste made people couldn't help but swallow.

The witch tried to put the bowl against her lips, and after a bite, her eyes widened.

She swiftly poured mushroom broth into her belly, although the hot whine could not hinder her movement.

Seeing how the witch was drinking soup while turning the bowl, Ji Thief sighed. There is a professional term for this drinking method, that is, the dog licks the millpan and turns in a circle.

"This soup is delicious!" The witch drank the soup in the bowl and exclaimed in a cheerful manner.

Ji Thief turned back and smiled hippiely: "Yes, Master Wizard, I will give you another bowl?"

The witch nodded.

Ji Zei said yes, took the bowl and filled it.

The witch drank four bowls in one breath, still feeling a little bit unfinished.

She rubbed her slightly swollen belly, closed her eyes, smothered her lips, and kept recalling the delicious soup.

The way of eating this kind of food is indeed different from that of barbecue.

It is more fragrant, tender, and delicious.