Ancient wasteland

As a priest of the tribe, he is still very rich. There is no shortage of meat and salt, and there are more things in the cave than in the wild cave.

Under the command of the priest, Jing Qu found a large pile of salt stones piled up in the corner, took out a few pieces, and dissolved them in water.

When the yellow soil settles down, pour the upper layer of clear water into another stone bowl, and put it on the fire to cook.

After the salt water was boiled, the water was slowly boiled dry, and white crystals precipitated from the inner wall of the stone bowl, and Ye walked over from the side.

Stretch out your hand and put it in your mouth, "It's salt, salty, not earthy."

The priest squinted his eyes, watching Ye's movements, and suddenly asked Jing Que, "How did your former tribe eat meat?"

Jing Yu, "..." That's too much, roasting, frying, frying, braising, stewing, steaming, boiling, mixing, roasting... There are no eighteen martial arts that can't beat it.

He hesitated, "We will clean the meat, then classify and cut it into slices, shreds and blocks, and then boil or roast it.

Then put seasonings into the pot, such as salt, ginger, garlic, onion, chili, pepper, etc., the meat will taste better.

And the diet is hygienic, clean and well-matched, which can reduce the chance of getting sick. "

The reason why he said this is that when he was sorting out the warehouse, he found that the three kinds of onion, ginger and garlic were very similar to those bought in the supermarket.

Green onions still have white roots. Needless to say, ginger, garlic, peppercorns and peppers, the parts used as seasonings all contain seeds and can be planted.

In the future, if he has a chance, he can pretend that it was brought back by the collection team and planted in the tribe. The medicinal value of these things is very high.

The priest was confused again, didn't understand, and sighed after a while, "Your tribe must be very powerful, stronger than the Dashan tribe."

Jing Que, "..." This is really incomparable.

The priest looked at Jing He with fiery eyes, and asked again, "Then are you willing to be my disciple?"

Jing Que is actually not very interested in the location of the sacrifice.

He was only interested in offering sacrifices to this cave, "Is it good to be your disciple?"

The sacrificial priest was old and sophisticated, and he had noticed that Jing Qu was looking at his cave, squinting his eyes, "You can use the things in my cave, including salt.

I will give you all the meat and fur that the tribe distributes to me. I am too old to bite the meat. Wait until I return to the embrace of the beast god.

This hole is yours, and everything in the hole belongs to you. "

Looking at the mountains of fur, animal bones and herbs piled up on the ground, Jing Qu felt a little moved, and nodded, "OK."

The priest was very happy, and the wrinkles on his face stretched out, "Okay, since you are willing to be the priest and my disciple.

Then from today, you don't go out with the collection team, come and learn from me. "

Jing Que blinked, "Learn what?"

The priest wanted to say that he naturally learned how to be a priest, but he looked at his serious and puzzled expression.

Suddenly he asked, "What did your teacher teach you?"

Jing Que, "Uh." I don't have a teacher, it's all thanks to the game.

He couldn't say that. He was thinking about the sacrifice to heal the patriarch's wounds, so he said slowly, "Identify herbs and heal people's wounds."

The priest had an expression on his face, "Yes."

Jing Qu hesitated, "This... I have already graduated from the teacher."

Although he wanted to be humble, he made medicine in the game every day, so he probably knew more herbs than the priest.

What's more, he still has hacks like Dahuandan and Universal Jiedu Pill, and it only takes a matter of minutes to pretend to be a miracle.

The face of the priest changed slightly, "Then look for food and lead the tribe to explore and store the food needed in the cold season?"

Jing Que, "This... I should also be a teacher."

In terms of eating, he is standing on the shoulders of giants, and his reputation as a big foodie country is not for nothing!

You can eat anything that runs on the ground, swims in the water, or flies in the sky!

The priest thought about the white flowers he had brought back under command of the fish, and nodded approvingly, with a dignified expression, "Then preserve the fur and make tools?"

Jing Yu, "I will."

Not to mention that fur sewing is included in the game, Jing Zhu himself is a technical geek, and he can do earthen guns, artillery, and longbows/□□.

He also personally forged and copied Tang knives, which are unparalleled in sharpness. Although it is not enough to cut gold and jade, it is no problem to cut an inch-thick stone.

It can be called a sharp weapon, but later the knife was taken out by his brother and showed off to his friends... the uncle police confiscated it.

The priest and the patriarch looked at each other, and couldn't hide their surprise. They wouldn't be so lucky. They should have picked up a priest who had already graduated.

The tone couldn't help but soften, "Then you still don't know how to do it."

Jing Que thought for a while, but didn't dare to finish his sentence, "What do you think?"

The priest stood up tremblingly, "I will teach you the worship ritual!"

Jing Yu nodded obediently, "Okay."

In this way, Jing Que began to learn from the old sacrificial priest.

However, he didn't need to learn much, just worshiping the gods, so he still went out with the fish in the morning to collect them.

Free up the afternoon, and then go to the old priest to learn.

The priest is so old that it is difficult for him to even stand up.

Crouching, trembling, he groped to teach him the ritual of worshiping the gods. The so-called ritual of worshiping the gods was actually a dance.

It's very rough, and there are only seventeen or eight moves.

In Jing Zhu's eyes, it was even simpler. After all, in order to study the effect of combo moves, he withdrew dozens of skills and tried them one by one.

The faster he learns, the happier the priest is, and he doesn't hesitate to praise him.

The number of times he praised him in front of the patriarch almost caught up with Kuanye.

The patriarch has been a little annoyed recently. Seeing that the position that originally belonged to Yun was robbed, the person who was partial to the robbing still learned so well.

He couldn't even refute aloud, he could only keep out of sight and out of mind, and take people out to hunt when his strength recovered.

Jing Que learned from the priest, and the priest asked him to eat with him, mainly staring at Jing Que to eat meat.

If you don't eat meat, you will have no physical strength. This is the truth firmly believed by the priests.

Fortunately, the patriarch respected the priest very much. Every time he came back from hunting, he always gave the priest the tenderest and best roasted meat.

I heard from Jing Que that the people of their tribe had to wash their meat when they ate it, and the meat given to the priests had to be washed before being roasted or boiled.

In addition, after the salt is purified, there is no muddy taste, and people in the tribe often eat barbecue, and the fire is better controlled.

The roasted meat was even more delicious than what Jing Qu cooked himself, and he ate it very happily.

On this day, Jing Que was eating meat with a bone knife. The bone knife was used by priests to cut herbs and was ground with the bones of some kind of beast.

Sharp and sharp, much easier to use than stone knives!

Ye Ye came in from the outside, he lowered his voice, "The priest is asleep."

The old man sleeps a lot, and he is drowsy most of the time during the sacrifice. Recently, no major incidents have happened in the tribe, and the patriarch is there.

The priest slept peacefully, walked up to him, and handed him the stick in his hand, "Scepter."

Jing Que was confused, "?"

Ye Ye was still taciturn and didn't like to talk. Looking at the wooden stick tightly held in the priest's hand, the corners of Jing Qu's mouth twitched.

Of course he knew the wooden stick that the priest had been holding in his hand.

But he always thought that it was because the priest was old and unable to walk, so he needed to use crutches!

Didn't expect the priests in the tribe to need a scepter? !

Shocked face!