Primitive Survival of Mercenaries

When the sky was slightly bright, the cave became lively, the sound of stone knives touching stone slabs, the sound of chopping firewood, the sound of people greeting...

Xie Yi got up early, continued the fire, set up a clay pot to boil water, then picked up the pot and went out to fetch water.

He didn't meet anyone when he went out, but when he came back, Xie Yi found that he seemed very popular. From time to time, someone in the cave greeted him with a smile, "Sousa, do you want water?"

Although Xie Yi didn't know what the word Sousa meant, he asked Kemu and knew that he was referring to himself, so he responded to everyone one by one.

When he returned to the tent, he saw Kemu cooking, holding a chubby sweet potato in his hand.

Xie Yi put the pitcher away, looked at the thing carefully, and asked Kemu, "What is this?"

"Sweet potatoes." Kemu cut the sweet potatoes into pieces and threw them into the stew pot.

"Do you want to roast sweet potatoes in the morning?" Xie thought of the sweet and soft taste, and felt that coming to this tribe was the wisest decision for him.

"Sweet potatoes can't be baked, they won't be cooked."

Impossible, "How did you bake it?"

"It's the same as barbecue, it's set on the fire."

Roasting on the fire, the flames are so strong that the outer layer may not be cooked even if the outer layer is charcoal.

Xie's parents were gone when he was a child, and his relatives and neighbors had enough children in his own family, and no one wanted another small oil bottle, so he lived alone in the dilapidated house left by his parents, wandering around touch food.At that time, when the autumn harvest season came, he would go to other people's sweet potato fields to pick up leaks. When he was hungry, he would dig a hole on the spot and set up a fire to roast sweet potatoes to eat.

Ke Mu went to the corner of the tent to get a sweet potato, Xie Yi took it, without even removing the soil on the surface, directly turned on the fire, threw the sweet potato in, covered it with charcoal and continued to cook the soup.

Ke Mu felt distressed when he saw it, and was always worried that the sweet potato was burnt and could not be eaten.

Xie Yi ignored his distress, and went to watch Ketu grindstone gun.

It is said to be a stone spear, but in fact it is just a sharpened tip of a stone stick. With such a clumsy weapon, primitive people can survive in the jungle and mountains full of wild animals. It is really amazing.

"I'm going hunting today." Ke Tu looked at the people squatting beside him, no matter how they looked, they all looked thin and thin. I really couldn't imagine how he survived. Could it be that there was really God's help?

"Oh."

After a while of silence, Ketu still couldn't hold back, "Aren't you going hunting?"

"No, I'll be with Kemu today." Kemu is a smart kid and a good language teacher, so let's hurry up and learn language communication these days.

"kindness."

"It's time to eat." Kemu rescued the two people who were not talking speculatively, and at the same time gave Xie Yi a stern look, "That sweet potato..."

"It should be ready." Xie Yi picked up the sweet potato from the fire, rolled it a few times, and then peeled off a piece of skin regardless of the heat, and a sweet fragrance wafted out from the gap.

"It smells so good." Kemu was worried that the sweet potato would be roasted, and he had been watching it helplessly, so he came over now.

Xie Yi broke the sweet potato in half and handed half to Kemu, and after tossing and changing his own half several times, he couldn't help but take a bite.

"Well, it's delicious." Ke Mu wasn't afraid of being hot, he took a bite and took another bite as soon as he tasted it, then he divided the sweet potato in half and gave it to Ke Tu who was eating.

"Brother, try it."

Ke Tu took it and took a bite, only to feel a sweet fragrance spread in his mouth, which was a taste he had never tasted before.He turned back to look at Xie Yi, the young man whom Wu Si called the messenger of God was eating sweet potatoes with his head down, the red flame reflected on his cold side face, glowing slightly.

He thought that this person might really be able to bring a different life to the Kasa tribe and help him realize his wish—to strengthen the Kasa tribe.

Xie Yi didn't notice it, he ate the sweet potatoes and drank the broth contentedly, and then took Ke Mu to collect firewood.

When it comes to collecting firewood, I mainly go to the neighborhood to find food with the women and old people in the clan, and pick up some firewood for cooking and heating by the way.

In the cold winter, the lack of food will always take away the lives of some people, and they can only find as much food as possible to survive.

"Brother Xie Yi, that roasted sweet potato is so delicious, I've never eaten such a delicious sweet potato." Ke Mu was always excited about the deliciousness in the morning, and immediately satisfied Xie Yi's request to call him brother.

"I will make more delicious ones."

"Really, that's great!" Kemu jumped up excitedly, but after a while, his mood sank again, "Then, can hardened sweet potatoes be delicious?"

"The hardened sweet potato?" Xie Yi was a little puzzled.

"It's just that when the weather gets colder, the inside of the sweet potato will become very hard." Ke Mu picked up a small stone from the ground and put it near his mouth, pretending to bite his teeth, "It's like this—— They are so hard that they cannot be boiled or baked with fire.” He lowered his head and kicked away the withered grass at his feet, “We have to dig a lot of sweet potatoes every time, but when it’s very cold, they harden and we can’t catch any prey. , there will be many fewer people in the clan."

Xie Yi quickly understood that what Kemu said was hard because the weather was too cold and the sweet potatoes were frozen, and the frozen parts could not be boiled or cooked, so they had to be thrown away for nothing. That said, it is indeed a big loss.

"I don't know how to cook sweet potatoes that are hard..." Xie glanced at Kemu who was even more frustrated, "However, I know how to keep sweet potatoes from spoiling even when it's very cold."

"Wow, that's great!"

Children are the best at this point, their emotions are clear at a glance.

"Little Kemu, why are you so happy? Tell Grandma 1 about it." Kemu's cheers caused everyone to look back frequently, and a middle-aged woman covered in white animal skin came over.

Ke Mu respected this woman very much, "Grandma Goli, brother Xie Yi said that he has a way to keep sweet potatoes from hardening even when it's very cold."

"Really?" Guoli was very pleasantly surprised, "Sousa, you can really make the sweet potatoes not harden in cold weather, what method do you use, can you tell us?"

She spoke too fast, Xie Yi couldn't quite understand, so Ke Mu explained the meaning of this sentence to him in a low voice.

"Grandmother Goli, you can just call me Xie Yi," Xie Yi smiled, "If you want the sweet potatoes not to go bad in the cold weather... the best way is to dig a cellar and store them."

"Dig a...ground cover?" Guoli obviously couldn't understand Xie Yi's words, so she could only look at Kemu for help, but this time Kemu also looked blank—although he and Xie Yi's brother have always communicated well, but He has never heard of some things.