Ancient wasteland

Jing Que did not expect such a coincidence. He just thought of the various uses of tung oil, and the fish found the tung tree in the wild.

In an instant, I felt that I was possessed by the European emperor and full of European energy. I didn't need to bring the title of little red hand to open the treasure chest, and I could expel more than N rare materials.

Although the tung tree is in the flowering period now, it will bear tung seeds after the flowering period, and there is still a long time before the new fruit matures.

But the saponins that fell from the saponins trees have not all rotted on the ground, and the tung seeds that grew last year must be able to find some.

Thinking of picking up tung seeds, I couldn't help laughing, and asked Yu Yu with the white flowers, "It's a tree that grows flowers, where did you find them.

The quantity is not too much. Is there any fruit on the ground? Its fruit should be round, and the peel will turn into small dark brown lumps after rot. "

As he spoke, he gestured for two sizes with his index finger and thumb, "It's about this long and this wide, have you seen it?"

Yu blinked his eyes, looked at his gesturing, nodded seriously after thinking carefully, "It's on the other side of the mountain where we picked white flowers last time.

There are many white flowers of this kind, and the whole hillside is white, so beautiful, I just pick two and wear them, and there are many fruits on the ground.

When we passed by on the hillside, those fruits were still on my feet, but those fruits were not eaten by animals, so I didn't pick them up. "

Jing Que heard her say that there are tung trees all over the hillside, the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, and he has already started thinking about how to squeeze tung oil and make soap in his mind.

Hearing she said that there are no animals to eat, she nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, it is poisonous if you can't eat it, please remember, you must not eat it!

This kind of plant is called tung tree, and the fruit it bears is called tung tree. The tung tree is not used for food, but for oil extraction.

Oil extraction is...using gravity to squeeze out the oil from the fruit, and the squeezed oil is called tung oil.

Tung oil has many uses, it can be used for burning, brushing furniture, making soap, um... forget it, I will tell you about these later.

It's a little difficult to understand individually. Tomorrow, let's go to the mountain to pick up tung seeds, and I'll show you when I get back. "

Yu was stupefied at the front, but after hearing him say to pick up tung seeds, he could keep up with his train of thought, so he nodded quickly, "Okay, okay."

Jing Que smiled and stretched out his hand, and pinned the two tung flowers to her ears again, "Okay, you go to work and I will divide the meat first, and then I will find the wood after dividing."

The part of the tung tree used to extract oil is the seed of the tung tree, which needs to be collected after the skin is rotted, and the seeds are relatively hard.

The so-called fish stuck to her feet should be the seeds of the tung tree, which rots slower than the saponins, and the unrotten saponins can be carried in a basket.

The number of tung seeds that can be used will only be more. Jing Yu can already imagine the golden tung oil squeezed from the tung seeds, and various uses can be arranged!

There is saponin in the tribe, which can be used for cleaning, but there is no rush to make soap. After the tung oil is squeezed out, it will be used to brush their furniture first.

All kinds of cabinets and boxes, wooden frame beds, etc. in his cave must first be painted with tung oil for waterproofing and anticorrosion, and oil lamps are also used.

Jing Que is really annoyed by the feeling of being in the dark at night. After dinner every day, he can only stay in bed and can't go anywhere. It is really annoying.

Even if he is willing to stay on the bed, he is also willing to stay with the lamp on. Isn't it good to have light? !How can it be!

He didn't like to walk in the dark by groping, and now that the oil was available, Jing Zhu decided to make the oil lamp as soon as possible.

After dividing the meat, Jing Que went to find Mu, who was pickling quack eggs in the cave, when he saw him coming, he talked to him with a shy smile, "Jing."

Jing smiled and asked, "Did you bring clay back?"

She and the pottery team would go to the lake to step on clay to make pottery during the day, and they used to bring some clay back to ponder on their own when they finished work at night, and occasionally asked Jing Que to ask.

Hearing Jing Que asking about clay, he hurriedly put down the quack egg in his hand, and went to take out a piece of clay from the basket next to him, "I have it, look."

After talking about the salted duck eggs, he didn't even bother to pickle them, so he stood in front of Jing Que, with a low voice, "Jing, do you think of new pottery?"

Jing Que took out the clay and put it on a wooden board, recalling the shape of the pottery oil lamp he saw in the museum, and started to knead the pottery oil lamp.

Oil lamps are actually very easy to make. For the simplest oil lamps, just squeeze a container, fill it with oil and put a lamp twister, and it can be lit.

But after careful consideration, Jing Zhu decided to make a slightly more difficult one.

Below is a disc base, with a slightly protruding middle cylindrical depression with a height of 5cm and a diameter of about 6cm, which is used to hold tung oil and lamp twisters.

At the left and right ends of the disc, two arc-shaped supports are squeezed out, and a bowl-shaped lamp cover is linked to it. The lamp cover is slightly larger than the cylindrical one.

In this way, when the oil lamp is burning, the oily smoke floating up can stay on the lamp cover, and when the oil lamp in the tribe has been used for a long time,

The oil fume on the lamp cover can be collected to make oil smoke ink. His parchment has been soaked in the stream, and now the oil smoke ink is on the agenda.

When the ink was made, he used the stones from the Dashan tribe to grind out the inkstone, went to the wild to catch a quack beast, and drew its tail feathers to make a quill pen.

Pen, ink, paper and inkstone, can't they all work together? !Want to remember something, write something, it's not much better than the most primitive knot knot note.

Well, probably only a few thousand years of development history, Jing Yu thought irresponsibly.

Even if it is difficult to popularize writing for the time being, it is also very good to make it for his own use to record time, events, etc.!

After all, it's just easy to do, effortless.

Anyway, the tung oil lamp he made is mainly used for lighting, and it can be made into a shape that can collect oil fume, which is the icing on the cake, the best of both worlds.

Jing Zhu felt that he was simply too witty, tsk tsk tsk, he lived up to the thousands of years of cultural heritage of his ancestors, he was so slippery!

Praise myself twice in my heart, Jing Yu's oil lamp has been roughly pinched, put the oil lamp aside to wait to dry, and point to the oil lamp.

Smiling, he explained the main points to Mu, "It's actually very simple, the base can be in any shape, here is for oil, and the shape is not limited.

The main reason is that there must be a small opening here for the wick, and the wick needs to be kept away from the tung oil to prevent the tung oil from burning... eh.

Although the ignition point of tung oil is basically not high, you should pay attention to it. The lamp cover above does not need to care about the shape, as long as it is there.

It’s just to block the oil fume. I want to collect the oil fume in the future and make it into oil fume ink. Uh, ink, I’ll talk about it later.

You can probably understand what to do with this light, right? ! "

He didn't let him down, although she couldn't understand what Jing Que said, but when Jing Que was making pottery lamps, she watched carefully the whole process.

Nodding to show that it can be done, Jing Qu happily handed the clay in his hand to her, "Come on, try it, let me see if you make one."

As he said that, he moved out of the way and let Mu sit down. Mu has a super talent for hand-made and imitation, relying on the steps that he just watched.

And put the pottery lamp in front of you, and move quickly, and imitate an oil lamp according to the style made by Jingzhu.

It is about [-] to [-]% similar to the one made by Jing Que.

Jing Qu looked at it and felt that the oil lamp made by Mu could definitely be used normally. He couldn't help but sigh that Mu is really a genius playing with mud!

Even if he refused to accept it, Jing Que finished the teaching task and stood up dragging the scepter, "First make thirty pottery lamps, let's know how much thirty is."

Mu nodded earnestly, and pointed to the timer strung together with green and mahogany blocks hanging beside him, "It's as many as wooden blocks."

Jing Yu couldn't help but praise her, "You're so smart! Come on, make thirty such big ones, you can try to make a bigger one.

The bigger the better, it’s okay to exceed the height of a person, and it can be used outside the tribe, and then put it on the square outside. "

In fact, he still wants to think about the windproof lamp, but to protect against the wind, the flame needs to be covered, and the pottery is opaque, so it cannot be used as a windproof cover.

If there is glass, the composition of glass is actually similar to the composition of porcelain enamel, which is produced by the reaction of quartz sand melting.

The main mineral component in quartz sand is silicon dioxide, which reacts with carbonate after being melted at high temperature, and the resulting silicate is glass.

The same mineral composition exists in large quantities in sand, so glass was first discovered by accident when someone lit a fire on the beach.

The pottery they fired can naturally produce glaze, which means that the clay by the lake contains some vitrified ingredients.

But Jing Zhu had no way to separate them from the clay, so he could only wait for the wind season to change the salt team and go to the Dahe Tribe to see.

I always hear about the Dahe Tribe from the tribes. Maybe the river in the Dahe Tribe is really big. Maybe it might be the sea. Where there is a sea, there is sand.

Mu smiled shyly and nodded, Jing Qu smiled, "Then you are busy."

As he was about to go back, Mu hesitated a little, and said in a low voice, "Jing, the pottery fired by our pottery team is all black.

I've tried many times, but I still can't burn that beautiful color again, do you know what's going on? ! "

Jing Qu was slightly silent, this was the priest's idea, since the last time the coarse porcelain was fired, the priest asked him if he knew how it was fired.

According to the meaning of the sacrifice, this kind of god-given and beautiful baby cannot appear too much. Their tribe is too small and there are not many fighters.

If the performance is too eye-catching, I am afraid it will cause unnecessary troubles. At that time, not only the porcelain will not be preserved, but even the tribe will be in danger.

It can be said that they have a sense of urgency. After thinking about it for a while, Jing Zhu thinks it makes sense. Anyway, they mainly burn pottery, and pottery is enough for them to use.

When selecting people from the hunting team, they deliberately did not choose fighters, but only two ordinary people, because the green branches are too hard to cut down.

In normal times, everyone does not have the habit of felling, there are no green branches, and the temperature cannot reach the temperature of porcelain, so all the products that are naturally fired are pottery.

You can’t talk to Mu about this point, you can only use the way of offering sacrifices, “Those treasures are gifts from the gods to our tribe.

We can’t always expect God’s gift. It’s not your fault if you can’t make pottery. If you can make pottery, it’s already great! "

Mu was very distressed about this matter, and when he heard Jing Zhu's comfort, he felt light and comfortable in his heart, and watched him walk out of the cave with a smile.

Go back and look at the pottery lamp a few more times, then quickly turn to pickled salted duck eggs.

It's getting dark, if you don't pickle the quack eggs quickly, you won't be able to see where the quack eggs are!

Coming out of the wooden hole, the fried meat in the tribe began to smell, Jing Zhu looked up at the sky.

Seeing that it was getting late, he was too lazy to cook by himself, so he handed over the meat he had shared to the person in charge of cooking in the tribe.

Sitting on the wooden pier next to them, waiting for the fried meat to be cooked for dinner, most of the tribe are single men, and no one in the cave is waiting to start a fire.

I don’t want to cook by myself, I think it’s too troublesome, so I wait in the square to eat a big pot of rice, either standing or sitting, the square is very lively.

Just as Jing Que sat down on the wooden pier, Shan came out of his cave with his exclusive Dahai Bowl.

Squatting beside him, "Didn't the fish promise you?"

Jing Que was thinking about extracting oil from tung seeds, when Shan asked him suddenly, he was a little confused, "Ah? What's the matter with the fish?"

Shan showed an expression that everyone is a man, which I understand, and patted him on the shoulder with one free hand, comforting, "Don't be sad.

Our tribe originally had few women, and you are still so thin, it is normal for the fish not to want to have children with you.

When the windy season comes, change the salt team and go to the Dahe Tribe, and you follow. There are a lot of women in the Dahe Tribe.

Many of them like white men. There must be women who are willing to give birth to your cubs. I heard that the daughter of the chief of the Great River Tribe.

I especially like white men, you are the whitest I have ever seen, she will definitely fall in love with you, don't be sad anymore! "

Jing Que's face is full of black lines. I've been thinking about how to make life better for the tribe all day long. I'm running out of brains. As the patriarch, that's all you think about! ?

With a dark face, he gritted his teeth viciously, "Really, I always heard you say that the Dahe tribe is very big, and there are salt stones in the tribe.

They can exchange a lot of good things with other tribes. The life in their tribe is good, there are many women, and the daughter of the patriarch likes to be white.

If I don't wait for the windy season, I will go to the Dahe Tribe with the salt team and stay until the Dahe Tribe doesn't come back. What do you think? ! "

Now it was Shan's turn to be dazed, the hand that patted Jing Que's shoulder was hanging stiffly in mid-air, neither was it put down or retracted.

The tongue seemed to be taken away by a quack beast, and his cheeks flushed suddenly, and he was speechless for a while.

Jing Zhu, who was despised by all kinds of people for being thin and thin, finally vented his anger and felt relieved. When it was time for dinner, he would eat a few more pieces of fried meat.

After eating, I happily went back to the cave to sleep, leaving the mountain squatting and sighing.

But when Shan heard him say that when he went to the Dahe Tribe, he might stay in the Dahe Tribe and never come back, so he was very anxious and restless.

Even the fried pork, which I usually like most, doesn't taste good. It looks like there are wheat awns under the buttocks, and I toss it back and forth with the bowl.

He will send fried meat to the priest and stay in the cave to eat meat. The priest raised his eyelids and gave him a cold look, "What's going on?"

What Jing Yu just said was like a bone stuck in the mountain's throat.

After hearing this, the priest put down the fried meat that was brought to his mouth, waved the scepter in his hand towards the mountain without saying a word, and cursed, "I'll let you talk too much."

Shan quickly and flexibly moved his solid and strong body away, so as not to let the priest hit him, and held his meat-filled sea bowl.

Grieved, he pursed his mouth, "I'm not afraid that Yu would not want to have children with Jing, so Jing feels uncomfortable."

The priest gritted his teeth, "Stop talking, I really want to hit you."

Shan suddenly felt even more wronged. He was obviously well-intentioned, but the priest scolded him even though he was ungrateful. He was so sad that he wanted to cry, but he could eat!

Quiet as a chicken, hide aside to eat meat, and after telling the priest about the matter, the priest will always find a way to solve it.

He was finally able to eat meat with confidence and boldness, the meat was so delicious!

The priest who felt that he had encountered a problem didn't sleep well all night, tossed and turned in bed, and when he got up in the morning, he opened his tired eyelids.

Cautiously asked Jing Que who came over to make breakfast, "Jing, do you want to have a baby with Yu?"

Jing Que, "..." Shan has such a big mouth!Why are you talking nonsense about everything.

He quickly shook his head and explained to the priest, "I saw the flower on the head of the fish, it was the flower of the tung tree.

It happened that I was looking for the tung tree, so I just took a second look, not because I fell in love with Yu and wanted to have a baby with her. "

I thought that the priest should be relieved by explaining the matter clearly, but the priest was even more anxious when he heard that he said that he didn't want to have children with Yu.

Their tribe is small, younger and has fewer women. The Dahe tribe is not only large in scale and has salt stones, but also many young women.

Even in the cold season, people rarely die. The priest has lived for so many years, and he has never experienced a cold season in which no one dies.

The Dahe tribe is so good, if Jing really wants to go to the Dahe tribe, how can they keep Jing.

The priest sighed with a heavy heart, and his tone was so heavy that he could punch a hole in the ground, "Jing, do you want to go to the Dahe tribe?"

Jing Que, "Uh...I didn't think so."

He thinks the Dashan tribe is very good, the tribe is very loving, and the priest is a little old man who knows how to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

The patriarch Shan can become the patriarch, it all depends on the high value of force... Of course, if Feng is the patriarch, he is probably similar to Shan.

They are all typical people who only grow strength but not brains. In the tribe, only priests are good at thinking, except priests who like to use their brains a little bit.

There was only Bei, and maybe Ye, but Ye's temperament was too delicate, and he was bored about everything.

Jing Que didn't know what he was thinking at ordinary times, but he didn't bluff like Shan, and his temper was relatively calm.

Generally speaking, they are relatively stable and good at thinking.

When people in the tribe saw the pottery, they would be amazed that it was a magical weapon. Ye was already thinking about whether pottery could be used to make weapons.

...that's the gap.

In any case, the atmosphere of the Dashan Tribe is really good. He was new here, and he was not excluded. After joining the collection team, he worked with the fish.

You can basically guarantee that you are full, and Jing Zhu doesn't think that if you first appeared in other tribes, you would be better off than you are now.

He was used to being in the Great River Tribe and had some feelings for the people in the tribe, so how could he suddenly go to the Great River Tribe? !

Jing Que never thought about leaving the Dashan Tribe, and he was worried when he saw the priest, for fear that he would follow the salt team, go to the Dahe Tribe to find a woman to have a child, and then stay in the Dahe Tribe and never come back.

The secret channel really can't joke with them, because not only the mountain will take it seriously, but even the priests will take it seriously!

After thinking about it for a while, he simply had a showdown with the priest, "Actually, I don't like women, so I wouldn't go to the Dahe Tribe to find a woman to have children!"

Jing Qu really doesn't like women. When he was in high school, as the little boy god in the school, he fell in love with the big boy god in the same school.

When I was very young, I realized that my sexual orientation was different from ordinary people.

Fortunately, his vision is indeed very good, and the big male god he likes is a modest gentleman who looks the same on the inside and the outside.

A boy rashly ran up to confess that he liked it, but after being slightly surprised, he seriously rejected him.

And he suffocated his confession to death, without letting the third person know.

Therefore, although Jing Zhu's first love ended without a problem, it didn't cause any bad effects. He didn't have any psychological burden for liking men.

After his first love, he has gradually evolved into an otaku, often playing games at home and rarely going out, and his social circle has gradually become people in games.

I have never touched Chunxin again... Is it because the game is not fun or the handicraft is not good-looking, why does he want to fall in love? !

As a result, he didn't get married when he was nearly 30 years old. His brother thought that he was too nerdy and couldn't find a girlfriend, so he asked his sister to help him find a partner all day long!

Jing Que has no pressure on liking a man, and the sacrificial priest knows very well the principles of not asking, not asking, not caring.

So he dared to have a showdown with the priest. Anyway, the priest would not say anything. There are few women in the tribe. It is normal for him not to find a woman to have children!

In the eyes of outsiders, it's not that he doesn't look for him, but that they all look down on him and don't want to have children with him, so it's more reasonable!

How should I live my life? After I finished speaking, I set up a pot to cook, but I heard the priest asked him beside me, "You mean, you like men."

Jing Yu thought that the priest was so smart that he would not be burned to death as a monster, so he replied casually, "Yes, so don't worry."

He added water to the pot, and looked at the priest with a smile. Anyway, he would not stay in the Dahe Tribe just because he wanted to find a woman to have children.

The priest also looked at him with a smile, "Then look at the fighters in our tribe... how about Shan Hefeng, they are all second-level fighters."

As he spoke, in Jing Qu's astonished eyes, he shook his head and rejected his proposal, "Shan is too old, and Feng has bruises on his face.

Neither fit, how about wild?Ye Ye is young, talented, and calm. I think you get along very well and are the most suitable. "

Although the wild is very strong, there is no shortage of women in the tribe who want to replace the wild children, and the priest also hopes that they can all carry wild cubs.

After all, Ye is very talented, and his cubs must be very strong, but Ye doesn't want to have children with them, and the priest can't force him.

Besides, the priest feels that if the wild can leave a scene, it doesn't matter much if the women don't think of the wild son.

Ye Ye wants to find someone to be a partner, and Jing happens to like men.

They are similar in age, one is the future priest of the tribe, and the other is the future patriarch of the tribe.

The more the priest thought about it, the more he felt that they were suitable, and he wished he could call Ye directly and tell him about it.

The hanging heart was finally able to let go a little bit, and looked at Jing Zhu with a smile.

Jing Zhuo, "..."

No, are you primitive people so open? !Why do you feel less negative than him? !

Jing Que couldn't accept it, and blinked in confusion, "Don't you think it's strange that I like men?"

On the contrary, the priest was puzzled, "Why is it strange? Women are not as strong as men, and the weather is cold in the cold season, so it is easy to not survive the cold season.

Not only in our tribe, but in other tribes around the mountains, even in the Dahe tribe, there are fewer women than men.

If no woman is willing to bear children for them, it is very common for two men to live in a tribe, such as our tribe Tuhezhi. "

Jing Que, "...uh."

Tu and Zhi belonged to the hunting team. Although they were not warriors, Jing Que knew that they lived in the same cave.

But he always thought that they were two sisters like Yu and Bei, two brothers, but he didn't expect them to be a couple.

Jing Que was a little confused, but felt that what the priest said made sense.

It seems that since ancient times, the number of women has been slightly small, and it is not uncommon for two men to live together without a wife.

The priest was still thinking about his relationship with Ye, and asked, "Jing, what do you think of Ye?"

The Dahe tribe has salt, food, and women, so what? Their tribe has wild animals, and wild animals are the best in the eyes of the priests.

There is no problem that cannot be solved by sending out the wild!There are wild people in their tribe, and Jing must be reluctant to leave.

Jing Que said that he didn't want to answer this question, "I'll fetch water."

There was a water tank in the sacrificial cave, and he took the time to pick up the water. It happened to be used up, and Jing Que took a wooden bucket with a shoulder pole, and was going to fetch water from the stream.

Walking out of the cave, I ran into Ye who was carrying two wooden barrels. Jing Que didn't pay attention and almost hit the barrels. Ye quickly avoided and passed by.

Just after being ordered by the priest, Jing Que was still a little embarrassed when he saw Ye, and moved away from the hole with a stiff expression, "Come in."

Ye silently carried the bucket into the cave, poured water into the clay jar, put down the wooden bucket, there would be water for it, and Jing Que didn't go out to cook directly.

While talking to Ye, "Ye, stay and eat, I'm going to stew some bone soup, and I'll roast two more pieces of meat for you."

They got some baa-baa animal bones yesterday, and they just used them to make soup. After drinking the soup, put some garlic sprouts in the bowl, which can slightly remove the smell.

Ye didn't refuse, walked up to him and sat down, handed him a green leaf, Jing Que finished adding firewood to the pot, and took it to look at it.

It is a small disc made of broken porcelain pieces. There are blue, white, and blue and white mixed. They are all rounded and beautiful.

There was still a hole drilled in the middle of the wafer. Jing Qu took it into his hand and looked at it carefully, and asked with a smile, "Do you want me to make you a necklace or a bracelet? Who will you give it to?"

Ye pursed the corners of his mouth, and then he groaned after a while, "I'll play with you."

Jing Que, "...?!"

Playing for him, how can you suddenly give him a gift?

He suddenly turned his head and stared at the priest, have you already told Ye something? !

The priest shook his head, then Lao Huai smiled comfortingly.

It seems that this matter is not only what he thinks is suitable, Ye probably also has a vague liking for Jing, and is willing to get close to Jing.

That's good, don't meddle in his own business, an old man!

Jing's temperament is not as lively as Yun's. If he likes Ye, he will definitely be willing to form a partner with Ye, which is very good.

Although the sacrificial priest gave Jing Que a sense of scheming, he couldn't lie. Seeing the priest shaking his head, Jing Que frowned and looked at Xiangye.

Seeing him looking back with a calm expression and doubts in his eyes, he believed that the priest really didn't say anything in front of Ye Ye.

Randomly pull the red line for them.It's all because the priest said this to him suddenly, which made him suspicious, Jing Qu touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment.

He thinks that the current state of the tribe is very good, and the wild is also very good. If the wild is older, he really likes him and wants to form a partner with him.

Jing Qu felt that he would consider agreeing, but not now, let alone because the priest asked him to do it, if that was the case, it would be too boring.

Slightly relieved, he took those round porcelain pieces and waited to make them into jewelry to be traded at the fair. "Have you found any pottery pieces that can be used as weapons?"

Ye shook his head lightly, "It's too small, it will break."

These are all characteristics of pottery fragments, and Jing Qu is also powerless to correct this problem, so he can only put this matter on hold.

Seriously make breakfast. The bone soup was stuffed in a pottery pot before he went to bed last night.

Smelling the fragrance, it was the breakfast for him and the priest. Jing Que lit the fire, cut the mutton into thin slices, put some oil in the pan and started frying the meat.

After the meat is fried and put into the pot, sprinkle with chopped green onion, Jing Zhu brings the meat and soup to the table, and moves the stool to the table to start eating!

The priest drank the warm mutton soup and looked at Ye with a smile, "The meat made by Jing is delicious."

Ye was slightly puzzled, tilted his head to look at the priest, then nodded, "Hmm!"

The priest smiled like an old fox, "From now on, you will eat with us, and let Jing take your share when making the meat."

Can your intention of matching be more obvious? !

Jing Qu pursed his mouth silently, poked a sheep bone with his chopsticks and began to gnaw the meat on it, and did not make a sound to stop the plan of the sacrifice.

Who told him to be mean, he had to joke with Shan, saying that he would go to the Dahe Tribe and not come back.

Let the priest know that he is anxious and wants to match him up with the wild, isn't this typical self-inflicted?

Besides, he doesn't dislike wild meat. He often asks wild meat to help him cook. He thinks it's no problem to bring wild meat with him when cooking, so he can make more meat.

Ye Ye seemed a little puzzled, and after thinking for a while, he nodded in agreement, and the matter was settled like that.

After drinking the broth in the sacrificial cave, Ye went out to hunt with the hunting team. Jing Que went to pick up tung seeds with a basket and fish on his back.

As he expected, there are a lot of tung seeds on the ground, some are rotten, but most of them are not rotten, or not completely rotten.

The entire hillside was picked up from the beginning, and the backpacks carried by the collection team were full and not finished.

Jing Zhu decided to carry it back and then pick it up again. For the time being, he will not dig wild vegetables. It doesn’t matter if the tribe doesn’t eat wild vegetables for a few meals. It’s a pity that the tung seeds are rotten.

If these tung seeds rot, it will take several months for new tung seeds to mature. Of course, it is best to store more tung oil!

In this way, the collection team went back and forth several times, working hard all day with a basket on their backs, before picking up all the tung seeds scattered on the hillside.

The surface shells of these tung seeds have been completely rotted, so there is no need for special rot treatment, and they can be directly dried and used for oil extraction.

There was little sunshine in the water season, and the first batch of tung seeds were transported back to the tribe. Jing Que asked people to set up a stone pot and fry the tung seeds to dry.

The stone pot that was eliminated by the pottery pot finally came in handy. For these tung seeds that were picked up, Jing Zhu prepared half of them to be cooked and half of them to be dried.

After frying, the tung seeds are pressed for oil to obtain pure cooked tung oil. The cooked tung oil is relatively viscous and quickly forms a film, which can be used to soak and maintain furniture.

Raw tung oil can be used to light oil lamps, make soap, etc., and the remaining tung tree residue after squeezing the tung oil can be used as fertilizer to fertilize the fields and kill insects!

The collection team is still transporting tung seeds to the tribe. The elders in the tribe are stirring the tung seeds in the stone pot to dry them up. Jing He is thinking.

He is thinking about how to extract tung oil. Oil extraction is nothing more than grinding or grinding the tung seeds into slag, and as the tung seeds are ground, tung oil will be produced!

But this kind of oil yield must be very low. The focus is on the ground slag, which is collected and wrapped into oil cakes with cotton leaves, and put into the groove.

Then squeeze or tap the groove with gravity, and the tung oil will flow out along the gap of the groove, and just use a basin below to catch it.

As long as he thinks about it, Jing Zhu is going to make a stone mill first, which is the kind of stone mill with a circular base on the bottom and a cylindrical grinding stone on it.

If this kind of stone mill is made bigger, it can be put on a wooden pole and put on an animal to push the mill... although the animal is still missing.

But this does not prevent Jing Zhu from having a good dream, the so-called not afraid of not being able to achieve, just afraid of being unexpected!He can think of it, and it will be realized one day.

Now, Jing Qu looked at the small stone mill in front of him, and comforted himself that it was just a model, and he would make a bigger one when Shan and the others came back!

After the stone mill was finished, Jing Zhu continued to do carpentry, making a deep concave wooden frame, and laying wooden boards on the bottom to firmly frame the surroundings.

Then grind out a thick wooden board that fits the depression, wait until the oil cake is placed in the depression, then put the wooden board on it, and perform beating and extrusion.

Tung oil can flow out along the gap below.

Both tools have been made, and the tung seeds that were first fried are also raw and cooked, and they are all piled up in the frame next to him.

Jingzhu is ready to start oil extraction. First, crush the fried tung seeds, wrap them into oil cakes, put them into the groove, and then beat the wooden board on the groove.

After seeing the transparent and slightly golden tung oil flowing out from the cracks in the wooden boards, Jing Que finally heaved a sigh of relief and squatted down to look at the oil carefully.

The people in the tribe were more excited than him, "Oil! It's oil. It's brighter and more beautiful when boiled with fat meat. It's really oil! Black fruit can produce oil!"

"It's really oil. It looks so beautiful, but it smells a little bad."

"It's a pity that Jing said you can't eat it. It's so beautiful, why can't you eat it?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help licking his mouth, recalling the oily aroma from fried fat meat.

"Jing said it's poisonous. After eating it, it will hurt your stomach and make you feel uncomfortable. You might die. Don't try to steal it!"

"Nonsense, I listen to the most, how could I steal it!"

"You can't eat this oil, what are you using it for?"

"Light up the lamp." Jing Yu stood up with a scepter, and explained to the people around, "After dark, our tribe can't move around.

Now that we have this tung oil, we can light the oil lamps, so that we don't have to feel in the dark in the cave when there is light. "

He let the grass run to his cave, took out a clay bowl, filled the bowl with half a bowl of tung oil, and placed the lamp twisters rubbed with soft leaves.

Light the oil lamp with the kindling in the tribe, and watch the lamp burn slowly and leisurely. The lamp is like a bean, and the place that can be illuminated is small.

But the concept of lamp has a very profound meaning.

Holding the bowl, he smiled slightly, "This half bowl of oil can probably burn all night, and it can be placed in a hole without worrying about catching fire."

After speaking, he looked at the people around him with confused faces. He didn't know why, so he shook his head slightly, put the bowl aside, and continued to direct the oil extraction.

This is really inexplicable. Only when the tribes start using oil lamps, will they gradually realize the benefits of oil lamps, and they cannot live without them.

When Shan came back with the hunting team, the tribe had squeezed out more than [-] catties of cooked tung oil and [-] catties of raw tung oil, which were packed in clay pots separately.

The tung oil lamp that Jing Que lit has been burning for more than four hours. During this period, Jing Que cut the lamp twice, and the oil in the bowl has not been burned yet.

From afar, Shan saw a fire burning in the bowl. He was very strange. He dropped the prey and came over to ask Jing Que, "What is this? Why is it burning in the bowl?"

Jing Qu smiled, "The oil lamp can illuminate at night."

Shan was slightly stunned, "Light up at night?! How long can it burn? Will it never go out?"

Jing Que shook his head, "It will be extinguished when the oil in the bowl is completely burned, and this half bowl of oil can burn all night."

Shan was circling around the oil lamp with a face full of surprise, Jing Yu was a little surprised that Shan could actually appreciate the benefits of the oil lamp! ?He has that brain! ?

Ye watched from the side, and suddenly opened his mouth to explain, "Yan, thirsty for water in the middle of the night, fell into the stream and died, she couldn't see the way."

Jing Qu sorted out what he meant. In the past, someone in the tribe went to the stream at night, fell into the water and drowned.

It should be a relative of the mountain, so the mountain has a deep memory, and I can better understand the importance of having lights at night.

Jing Qu felt a little uncomfortable, "I have already asked Mu to start burning pottery lamps, and from now on the tribe will be lit at night."

Shan's face was full of excitement. Hearing Jing Que say that the oil lamp was burning tung oil, he immediately led the collection team to roll up their sleeves and start oil extraction.

Leng was working overtime. He stopped working after squeezing out all the tung oil. Before the tung oil was squeezed out, it would be dark. Jing Que took the opportunity to get more ceramic bowls to fill with oil.

More than a dozen tung oil lamps were lit in the tribe, not to mention it was as bright as day, but at least they could see the work. People in the tribe had never been active at night.

Responding to the light, they looked at each other very clearly, and immediately understood the importance of the oil lamp, threw off their arms and began to squeeze tung oil.

When all the tung oil was squeezed out and put into pottery jars, they were still surrounded by oil lamps, reluctant to go to sleep, wanting to see how long it would take for the oil lamps to go out.

Jing Que, "Okay, let's all go to sleep, oil lamps will be issued in two days, and there will be opportunities to use them in the future. Tomorrow