Ancient wasteland

Carrying a long string of hares and mice, he strolled to the creek next to the tribe. Jing Que looked around to make sure that no one was there.

Then he took out a small dagger from the space and began to deal with skinning.

A dagger is easier to use than a stone knife. The stone knife Yu Yu gave him is just a sharpened stone. It takes a lot of effort to goug out a wild vegetable, and peeling... can't do anything.

The stream water was icy cold, soaking the wound on his finger, the pain made Jing Zhu burst into tears, which could not be stopped physiologically.

Just squatting by the stream, crying and peeling, I began to miss my warm bed and soft down jacket.

His game account is a dedicated senior life account, specializing in pharmacy and sewing. In the early stage of sewing, he needs to practice fur tanning and selection.

In the warehouse, there are still many medicines for tanning fur.

He is now regretting, especially regretting, if he knew that he was going to time travel, he should have prepared more fur and cotton clothes, and should not have sold them all.

But who the hell knew they had to travel through time? !No one should inform him.

Time travel is time travel, but only the warehouse follows, the system is not there yet, and there is no one-click skinning function.

He had to follow the process manually, grinning in pain, and had to continue, no one would help him.

Everyone is working hard to survive, he is destined not to be a rice bug.

Fortunately, the warehouse in his game, after forming a space, is a static page, such as his lime, he takes out a bag and uses it.

There is also a lime in the space, which is equivalent to inexhaustible supply.

Maybe, he could gain a foothold in the tribe by tanning his fur.

With such thoughts in mind, Jing Qu was full of energy, endured the pain, and buried himself in tidying up his bunch of fluff.

Use them to practice your hands, and strive to learn the skinning skills as soon as possible.

The dream is beautiful, but the reality is cruel. After all, it is the first time to do it, and the fingers are trembling with pain.

The peeled off skin is full of pits and pits, which is horrible!

Jing Que sighed, put away the dagger, and soaked the pitted skin in water, waiting to wash off the blood and soften the fur.

Packing up and preparing to go back, just as he turned around, he saw Ye walking towards him carrying a piece of tiger skin, the tiger skin was shining golden, very dazzling.

It wasn't brought back by the hunting team, it should have been hunted by myself.

So... the warriors in the tribe are real cowhide, with great strength and fast speed, and it is no problem to single out a tiger.

Jing Que hesitated a little, and stretched out his hand to stop him, "Ye, do you have any salt? I'll help you with the animal skins, can you share some salt with me?"

Ye just gave him the bunch of fluff, there are 4 voles, 2 rabbits and 1 gray fox, all of them are skinny, the skin is peeled off, and there is very little meat left.

But no matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat. He doesn't know how to hunt, and only the tribe divides the meat. Who knows if there will be no harvest one day.

No matter how painful his hands are, he still has to store grain, and he has to rely on salt to store meat.

Ye was silent, unable to see his expression, his eyes flicked back and forth between him and the tiger skin, as if he was thinking about whether it was worth changing.

From this point of view, there is salt. After all, he is a soldier and has no shortage of food. It is precisely because he thinks that the soldier will be richer that Jing Zhu stopped him.

Seeing something interesting, I quickly explained, "I once learned the method of tanning fur from my teacher, and the treated fur is softer than that in the tribe.

If you don't believe me, you can give me salt after the fur is processed. "

Ye carried the tiger skin and walked back. Jing Qu was a little confused when he heard Ye's voice, "Get the salt."

How refreshing!Jing Que hurriedly followed.

Yezhu's cave is not far from him, about four or five meters away, and its area is about the same size as his cave, but it is not as empty as his cave.

Pots and bowls, stone knives, animal skins, and animal bones were all piled up on the ground, full of them. Jing Que looked at him with eyes, and he was really rich.

It looked messy, but the ground was cleaned very cleanly. Ye dug out a stone bowl from the corner, picked a piece out of it, and handed it to him.

It is khaki-colored and the size of a fist, Jing Que wondered, "This is, salt?"

Ye threw Yanshi into his arms, "Yanshi, go to rest first, the animal skin will be processed tomorrow."

Jing Que nodded, and left from Ye's cave entrance, took a closer look at the khaki-colored stone, hesitated a little, and scraped it off from above.

Put it in your mouth to taste the taste, and as soon as you ate it in your mouth, you quickly spit it out. It's not salt, it's clearly dirt.

Even if it is soil with a salty taste, it is still mud!

Jing Que looked at the mud block. It should be the soil around the salt mine, which needs to be dissolved and recrystallized before it can be eaten.

He took the salt stone, wandered back into the cave, rummaged in the space, and wanted to see if there was a container that could be used to dissolve the salt stone.

As a result, the container was not found, but a portion of salt was found.

Jing Zhuo, "..."

He actually forgot that salt is necessary for dyeing, finishing and color fixing, and went to find a farmer to change the salt, isn't he stupid? !

There is salt at home, so don't panic, Jing Que first put the meat on the washed big leaves and put it in the cave.

Near the hole, light a fire and treat the wound first.

On his hands, there were a lot of blood blisters caused by the weaving basket, and the ten fingers connected to the heart. After being worn out, it was very, very painful.

The pain was so painful that Jing Qu felt like throwing his hands away. Fortunately, he was specialized in pharmaceuticals, and there were piles of various medicines in the warehouse.

I found a copy of Shengji Zhitong Powder and applied it. The effect of the medicine was miraculous, and the wound healed quickly, leaving only a slight itchiness.

After treating the wound, Jing Qu fell asleep by the fire.

It didn't take long for the fire to go out, and Jing Qu woke up from the cold, so cold that he shivered with his arms folded.

Not daring to sleep anymore, he started counting the gold in the space to pass the time.

The next day, while the collection team was resting, Jing Que went out to mow grass with a basket on his back. He chose the kind of thatch that was particularly long.

It's about half a person's height and half an inch wide. It will be very soft when dry, and it's very suitable for laying in a hole to keep warm, this is what the fish told him.

This kind of grass is not far from the north of the tribe. The tribe often cuts it to make holes, and it quickly reaches the grass.

Instead of a scythe, he found a pair of scissors in the warehouse.

Simply take the scissors and cut them in a row, and then put the thatch into piles with gloves and put them in the back basket.

He thought about carrying wild vegetables two days ago, but he didn't feel too much effort, so he put all his strength into it. Not only was it full, but a lot of it protruded.

In the end, when he put away his tools, he wanted to put the basket on his back.

I tried it, but I didn't memorize it.

Try again, nothing happens.

Wanting to try again, someone picked up the basket and pulled him up.

Jing Qu bowed his waist and looked back, and asked with a slight smile, "Why are you here? Didn't your hunting team go out?"

Ye shook his head, brought the pannier over and held it in his hand, "I'll help you."

In the middle of the night last night, his neighbor woke up from the cold in the cave again, and then couldn't fall asleep, and started talking in the cave.

He has just become a junior fighter, his five senses have become more acute, and he has not yet learned how to control and block out noises, so he can hear.

It was so noisy that he couldn't sleep.

Jing Yu thought that Ye wanted to help him carry the grass back, but he didn't refuse, "Then I'll trouble you, and I'll give you the purified salt as a reward later."

Ye Ye was silent, without saying a word, and helped him carry the thatch back.

...It's really carrying, the back basket that Jing He couldn't carry with all his strength, was carried in his hand like a toy, and walked back.

After waiting for Jing Zhuo's cave entrance, he gave him the basket, turned around and left, Jing Zhuo shouted behind him but didn't stop!

I can only shut up and spread thatch to dry at the entrance of the cave.

The thatch was half dry, and the wilderness came back with two dry green trees on his shoulders.

I started chopping firewood with a stone axe. The hard green branches were like tofu dregs in wild hands, and they were tamed and subdued.

It soon turned into a huge pile of firewood on the ground. Jing Qu was dumbfounded, thinking that this kind of tree would become soft and light after it dried up.

I tried to move the thick thigh and about two meters high, but it didn't move.

Jing Zhuo, "..."