I am a Primitive Man

Wu stood at the door, carefully examining the thing that appeared in front of his eyes in the Qingque tribe for the first time, with a smile in his eyes.

From the Son of God, he has already learned that this is a way to pray for blessings and eliminate calamities and let the gods bless.

It is indeed a very good way to use the words of the son of God to pray like the gods.

This blue bird tribe's second largest **** stick, who has devoted most of his life to communicating with the gods, shows a thoughtful look at this very different couplet that sets the whole tribe together...

After the Qingque tribe had made a lot of preparations for it, the year finally arrived.

Han Cheng deliberately made the New Year's management beautiful, so for everyone in the Qingque tribe who was celebrating the New Year for the first time, this is destined to be an unforgettable memory.

"Get up!"

Following Han Cheng's words, the lid covering the large tank was lifted, and the white water vapor instantly diffused, covering a large area of ​​the cave in, setting off like a fairyland.

The rich scent filled people's nasal cavities as the mist diffused, and it was unbearable to swallow.

The white mist dispersed a little, and the scene in the big tank appeared vaguely in sight.

Inside was not the broth that the Qingque tribe people had been accustomed to, but five long plates of the same size.

On each plate, there is a fish with a relatively sharp bone knife cut out a lot of cuts.

Han Cheng squeezed some finely chopped green onion from the basin on the side and sprinkled a little bit on the fish, and then asked the iron head and the people who were in charge of cooking to take out the five steamed fish. Put it in the cave, roughly in five circles.

In those five circles, some pots and bowls have been placed.

It contains fried pork slices with green vegetables, fried pork cubes, wild onion fried eggs, large plate fried bacon, small plates of smoked meat, and stewed pork that are not often made by the people of the Qingque tribe.

At this time, a plate of steamed fish was added to it.

Everyone in the Qingque tribe, wherever they have seen this battle, has long been coveted by the variety of food that looks exceptionally delicious.

Not only the children are sucking saliva, but these adults do not know how much saliva is secretly swallowed.

However, these children are very disciplined, even if they are greedy, and staring eagerly, no one reaches out to take something to eat.

The most knowledgeable and wise witch has never seen this scene either. Looking at these delicious foods, he secretly swallows like others.

The oldest fire in the Qingque tribe was two fires. Looking at the rich food, it felt like a dream for a while.

Since they can remember, the snow and cold have been accompanied by hunger.

People who die from freezing and starvation happen every few years.

In the cold winter, people like them have to go through the hurdle once a year.

The winter in my memory is always cold and hungry. However, this year, the son of God led everyone to build a house. With the Kang, this winter is not cold anymore.

The son of God took everyone to get a lot of food. Not only will he not be hungry this winter, but he will eat better than when the food was most abundant in previous years!

Thinking about it, it makes people feel unbelievable.

However, a scene that had never appeared in this dream, so it really appeared before me.

The food is plentiful enough, which is almost the voice of everyone except children.

However, there is still a steady stream of delicious food being brought over.

After the five plates of steamed fish were taken away, in the big tank, the grate made of sticks and rope was taken away, and under it, there was a grate.

On the grate, there are also five pottery dishes. The difference is that on the pottery dishes are not fish, but five steamed and steamed hairless chickens.

To welcome the new year is to have a good time, so these two dishes are indispensable.

In the Qingque tribe, three broods of chicks were hatched this year. There were 34 chicks. Three of them died halfway through. In the remaining 31, there were six roosters.

After a few months, they have grown up to the present, they are no longer small, so they do not lay eggs, and do not expect to reproduce the next generation of them, it is logical that they become what they are now.

As for the big steaming tank, Han Cheng awarded him a special one made by Heiwa before the autumn. There are two in total.

It's actually very simple, just pinch out a circle of relatively protruding mud sticks in the interior 30 and 60 cm from the bottom of the tank.

After it's burned out, you can put the grate on the protruding area and steam things.

When everyone swallowed, and as the steamed chicken was put over, once again feeling that there was enough food, Han Cheng said again: "Get up."

The lid of another steaming vat next to it was also lifted, the white mist diffused away again, and five more plates appeared.

Inside the plate is the rabbit after being peeled and opened.

After the rabbit was taken away, there were five plates of steamed fat, oily venison.

On the twenty-seventh day, a deer that was lame somehow was lured out and taken to a place away from the deer pen outside the courtyard wall. After a meal of rape, the deer left.

However, unlike the past, the tendons on the deer legs were stripped out in advance.

The beef tendon is temporarily unavailable, and the deer tendon should still be used as a bowstring.

After these plates of venison were brought out, another person served a bowl of millet porridge or deer milk cooked with some small pieces of cooked meat and rape, and finally no new food was brought in.

Everyone in the Qingque tribe did not realize that they actually used the word ‘finally’.

Regrettably, there are no dumplings~www.wuxiahere.com~ If there are dumplings, then this year will be more perfect.

Han Cheng thought with regret. In his heart, in fact, all of these things combined are not as good as a bowl of steaming dumplings.

The people of the Qingque tribe didn't know the thoughts of their gods. If they knew it, they would be amazed at how precious and delicious dumplings are.

These delicious foods that are unimaginable to them are not as good as dumplings. The deliciousness of dumplings is really beyond their imagination.

Under the gaze of everyone, Han Cheng, who had just become a cook, came to the innermost circle and sat down beside Wu.

The main seat facing the entrance of the cave, let Wu come sit, he is the elder.

"Sit all, all sit." Han Cheng greeted everyone.

Everyone looked a little strange and unaccustomed to moving towards the position that was set long ago, sitting on a rock or a thick wooden stick.