Primitive Survival of Mercenaries

When the mice near the cave were all homeless, heavy snow arrived as expected.

The Kasa people prepared food and dry firewood early, and lit a few piles of fire in the open space in the middle of the cave, and everyone surrounded them while chatting and working.

Ke Tu told his tribe about learning Chinese characters. At first, the enthusiastic tribe found it too difficult after learning for a while, so some people gave up one after another. In the end, no more than ten people persisted.

Xie Yilaolan, he engraved commonly used Chinese characters on bamboo pieces and taught them to Wu Si and Kemu, and then asked them to teach others.When he belatedly remembered that there was a systematic learning method of the Chinese Pinyin alphabet, Wu Si said that it didn't seem to be easy to use, so he put it on hold.

Wu Si asked Xie to engrave the names and usages of each medicinal material with a piece of bamboo, and learn them word by word. The learning speed was no less than that of Kemu Duolu and other children.

Xie Yi thought of a fun way for Kemu. He said a simple sentence and asked Kemu to find the corresponding Chinese characters in the bamboo slices. The children had new toys after the bow and crossbow, and they had a great time playing. .

"Is that the word?"

"No, look again." Ke Mu shook his head and continued to rummage through a large pile of wood chips.

"It's this?" Dolu found out a piece and handed it over.

"Well," Kemu arranged the bamboo pieces, "let's go hunting. Okay, what shall we say next?"

"Kemu, is it a bird chirping?" Duolu's usual slow voice was again.

"Isn't it?" Ke Mu quickly found the first two words, and after rummaging through the wood chips for a long time, he said, "Only one is bamboo, this one is not."

"No, listen," Doru pointed in the direction of the tent, "the bird is chirping."

"Ah..." Kemu suddenly remembered, and ran towards the tent while talking, "I should feed it meat."

The children cheered and ran over after him, and after a while they came out with the small canghawk in the cage.

A straw rope was tied to the goshawk's leg, and it was carried in a bamboo cage culled from rabbits when going out occasionally.

Kemu let Xiaocangying out and fed it the cut pieces of meat, surrounded by a bunch of children chattering.

"It's so small."

"Grey fur."

"Its mouth is also gray."

"Ah, I figured it out." Ke Mu finished feeding Xiao Cangying the meat, and ran past Xie Yi excitedly, "Brother Xie Yi, Xiao Cangying is called Huimao, can you help me write?"

gray hair...

"Okay." Xie Yi carved words on the bamboo piece he brought over, "This word is ash, this one is hair."

Guoli, who was weaving the basket, said with a smile, "Kemu, what are you going to do when you raise the little bird? Roast and eat it?"

"It's a goshawk, not a bird, and it can't be eaten. Brother Xie Yi said that it can catch prey when it grows up." Ke Mu grabbed the bamboo pieces that Xie Moji had prepared, and ran back to the tent with the cage.

Guo Li sat there having fun for a while, and then said to Xie Yi who was repairing the horn bow, "The Bu Qingshui you mentioned seems to be finished soon."

"Really?" Xie retuned the horn bow, "How did they do it?"

"I'm not too sure, Qing Shui said that we won't know if it's ok until it's done, and I'll show it to you then." Guoli sorted out the shape of the basket and began to close the edges.

The stone over there called Xie Yi, "Xie Yi, can you help me see if this stone mill is okay?"

Xie Yi collected a bunch of soybeans when he was digging a mouse hole. Xie Yi didn’t know anything about raw bean sprouts, so he washed a small part of soybeans and soaked them for several hours, then boiled them in a clay pot, took them out, and crushed the red beans. Chili and Sichuan pepper, cut some diced radish and ginger slices, and stirred the boiled soybeans with salt, and then marinated in clay pots for two days.

But this stuff has to be marinated for a few days, otherwise it will be easily spoiled, Xie Yi can't marinate too much at one time, there is a lot of leftovers, so I thought of making a fine stone mill to grind some soy milk to drink.

Xie Yi went to push the stone mill and felt that there should be no problem, so he took a side of soaked soybeans and poured them around the eye of the mill, adding water while pushing the mill, and then used a clay pot to continue grinding the soybean milk.

After a few pushes, the milky white soybean milk gushed out from the joint of the millstone, and the people around stopped their work and gathered around.

"Xie Yi, what is this?"

"Soymilk," Xie handed over the grinder in Bai Yan's hand to push it, and he was responsible for adding water, "you can boil it and drink it after grinding."

As soon as Guoli heard this, she asked someone to take out the slate pan—since the pancakes were made last time, there were several more of them in the clan, and several women took advantage of the freshly ground flour on another stone mill to spread out pancakes.

Xie put the ground soymilk on the fire and cooked it, and made a tender and juicy rabbit nugget by frying and stewing.

Take a portion of soy milk, take a pancake made of white flour or corn flour, dip in some thick stewed rabbit juice for a bite, and then add a piece of tender and fragrant rabbit meat, occasionally with a bite of salty soybeans or wild garlic...

Xie Yi ate a cornmeal pancake and couldn't get enough of it. When he was about to eat the second one, he realized that Ke Tu and the others were not here.

Speaking of which, I didn't seem to see him much this morning.

Xie Yi took two pancakes rolled with rabbit meat back to the tent, and saw Ketu and Kemu sitting beside the fire, muttering something, while Dolu was feeding the rabbits—these guys have gained a lot of weight recently .

Xie gave a burrito to Kemu and Duolu, and asked Ketu, "What are you and Kemu doing here?"

"Brother said he wanted to learn how to cook." Kemu and Duolu sat side by side on the animal skin and ate burritos, answering every question.

The injury on Ke Tu’s back is still not healed. After walking around in the morning, he found that Xie Yi would not allow him to do the hard work, and the knitting work was too delicate to do. He suddenly remembered to cook a meal for Xie Yi , I went back to the tent by myself and tossed for a long time.

It was only when Ke Mu came back with the cage that he noticed Ke Tu who was cutting vegetables. Although he usually peeled and deboned the meat very neatly, but when he wanted to cut the meat into even pieces, for some reason, the knife in his hand was Not listening.

As for stir-frying... Ketu really only knows how to boil and roast.

Xie Yi squinted his eyes for joy as he looked at the horrific pieces of meat on the chopping board, as well as some of the dark, unrecognizable dishes that remained in the clay pot.

Ke Tu didn't expect Xie Yi to come back so soon. He took the earthen pot and poured the contents into a bowl, then pulled Xie Yi out, "Are you cooking food? It smells delicious, let's hurry up Let's go."

"Hey, wait a minute," Xie Yi stopped, "We cook and eat by ourselves, I want to eat what you cook."

"But..." Ke Tu glanced at the black-burned unknown object, feeling a little embarrassed.

"You do it as I say, okay." Xie pulled him back, "I can't always let Kemu and I cook, it's too tiring."

Ketu also felt that cooking was quite tiring, so he nodded in agreement.

Xie Yi handed Kemu and Duolu two pots. "You guys go outside and get some soy milk and pancakes."

He looked at the things he had already made, and decided not to expect too much, so he made the simplest fried pork slices.

"Pour some oil into the clay pot now," Xie Yi began to direct, "It's too little, pour some more, okay, that's fine."

"Wait until the oil is hot. If you see the oil smoking, it means it's hot. Throw in the chili, peppercorns, and garlic and turn it twice. Hey, don't use so much force, the clay pot is about to fall over."

"Let's start putting the meat in, um, put it all in, and turn it over with a shovel."

"Put salt, don't grab so much...it's too little...hey, forget it, add some water, don't have too much water..."

……

When it came out of the pot, Xie Yi felt more tired than cooking a meal by himself.

Ke Tu was quite satisfied, at least he could tell what it was on this plate, so he took a piece of meat for Xie to taste.

Xie Yi smiled and bit it, then raised his eyebrows and paused, swallowed the piece of meat with difficulty, gritted his teeth and smiled, "Not bad." After speaking, he took a pancake and took a sip of soy milk.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Kemu stuffed a piece into his mouth, looking like he was about to vomit, and finally swallowed the piece of meat under Xie Yi's watchful eyes, then pulled Dolu and ran out, "Grandma Golia, let us go She eats there."

Ke Tu also took a sip, and then asked hesitantly, "Is it salty?"

"A little bit," Xie Yi picked up another piece of roll and ate it in the pancake, "But it's not bad, just put a little less salt next time."

"Oh..." Ke Tu also rolled a cake just like Xie Yi did.

When the two were eating, Ah Hua's anxious voice came from outside the tent, "Patriarch, it's about to give birth..."