The adults in the tribe had said how good-looking and capable this little Asian Orc was. They were always curious, but the patriarch did not allow everyone to disturb the little Asian Orc.

Ren He did not take a few steps, and a few people greeted him below.

Both men and women are young people.

Ren Heyin looked at them unclearly, "?"

The teenagers were a little embarrassed to see him, you pushed me and I pushed you a few times.

After pushing for a few times, one of the tall and thin boys with wheatish skin came out more and more, and walked over and said dumbly, "I'll help you carry it."

Ren He hurriedly said, "No, thank you."

Needless to say, the young man took the basket from his shoulder and carried it on his body, then walked down with his head.

Ren Heyin had worked for two years before he came here. He didn't feel much about these shy teenagers. He smiled and thanked him, "Thank you."

The other teenagers walked side by side with him, and the **** the far side boldly asked, "Little Asian Orc, what's your name?"

Ren Heyin needed to react when he heard the long sentence. After a few seconds, he understood what the girl was asking and replied, "My name is Ren Heyin."

It was the first time this group of young people heard of the three-character name, and they opened their mouths to read them, and they felt awkward how to read them.

The boy who helped him carry things settled down, "Then we tell you to hide."

Ren Heyin smiled again, "Okay."

They walked down, and the few children Ren Heyin had seen the day before ran out, and rushed towards him as soon as his eyes lit up, "Brother Orc!"

As soon as the children's giggles came out, the whole place seemed extremely lively.

Some other adults also came out to watch the excitement, and more people were grilling food in the open space at the foot of the mountain, and they should be cooking breakfast.

The match burned with a nice smell of fireworks.

Many people on the road curiously struck up a conversation with Ren Heyin.

The teenager and the child next to him explained to him and told the people, "His name is Yin."

"In the back basket is meat, wild boar."

In the orc language, the wild boar doesn't call this name, Ren Heyin compares it in his heart, knowing the correct pronunciation of this animal here.

After a while, Ren Heyin and the others reached the foot of the mountain.

People in the tribe greeted him enthusiastically.

A gray-haired uncle asked cordially: "Little Asian Orc, are you hungry? Drink a bowl of soup first."

Before Ren Heyin had time to refuse, the uncle had already stuffed a bowl of steaming soup, the wooden bowl was not hot.

The teenagers and children walking beside him smelled the scent and their saliva came out, and they all made birds and beasts to find a bowl of soup.

"Hidden, here."

Amidst the excitement, Ren Heyin heard a voice. He fixed his eyes and stopped him. It was one of the men who came to his camp with the patriarch to find him that day. When he saw him, the man waved at him.

The uncle who gave him the soup smiled and said, "The patriarch called you, hurry up."

Ren Heyin was about to go back to the back basket, the uncle picked up the back basket with one hand when he saw this, and helped him to bring him to the patriarch's side. Ren Heyin carried the soup and speeded up his pace to walk over.

"Patriarch." Ren Heyin was a little cramped.

"You are welcome to come and play in our tribe." Han amicably took a small square chair cut out of wood and handed it to him, "Sit down."

Ren Heyin sat next to the fire with him, and he looked at a dozen fires curiously.

Most of the fires are roasting food, and there are also three fires stacking white half-person tall containers, making food.

This kind of container looks a bit like a stone from the outside, I don't know if it was taken out with a special stone.

Ren Heyin retracted his gaze, "Patriarch, this time, I'll bring you some wild pork to taste. Thank you for the gift you gave me."

Han didn't expect that he would deliver meat to the tribe, his eyes were much gentler, "Thank you."

Ren He smiled faintly, took an animal skin bag from the wild boar, and handed it to Han: "I saw a bag of salt in it. This is too expensive..."

"It's okay, it's not hard to come by."

Upon seeing this, Ren Heyin cautiously asked, "Can you get salt? Can I use materials to exchange salt from you?"

He used the search opportunity these days to search how to get salt in the wild.

After eliminating the more difficult methods, he could only choose to eat animal blood or follow the herbivores to find the soil they licked to see if salt could be deposited.

He hasn't seen an animal group yet. It is as difficult to find salt with animals as if he goes to the wild to find salt by himself. Drinking animal blood is easier, but he dare not eat blood, so he has to eat cooked blood clots after the clay pot is made.

It's okay to make do in the short term, but it's definitely not good to eat it in the long term.

Besides, without salt, just seasoning will not pass.

He has only one person, and the manpower is thin, and it is more difficult to find salt.

This large, mature tribe must have a way to obtain salt, otherwise they will not be able to live steadily here. Judging from the elderly and children in the tribe, they have lived here for at least several generations.

After asking, Ren Heyin looked at Han's expression nervously, fearing taboo.

Han didn't think there was anything. He looked at Ren Heyin and said gently: "You don't need much salt by yourself. Let's give you some."

Ren Heyin was embarrassed and said, "It will be winter soon. It's hard to go hunting. I want to change more salt to make some bacon."

The word bacon is not in the orc language, and he transliterates it directly in Chinese.

Han asked: "What is bacon? Is it a specialty food of your tribe?"

"Actually, it's dried meat." Ren Heyin thought of the reddish-brown meat strips that the children had given him, and said: "The meat harvested from hunting is marinated in salt, marinated for three days, and then hung out to dry. The dried meat is bacon. , It can last more than half a year."

Orc tribes make dried meat by adding salt to boil the meat until half-cooked and then put it on the leaves to dry, just like dried sweet potatoes, which can be eaten directly after taking it back.

The orcs who were listening to them with their ears erected next to them couldn't help but curiously interjected, "Is the bacon delicious?"

"It's delicious!" Ren Heyin nodded without hesitation, "It's delicious when it is steamed, cooked in soup, and grilled. It has a special fragrance. If you put some spices in it when you pickle it, it will taste better. ."

"What are spices?"

Ren Heyin was taken aback when he heard the words. He had been in this world for almost ten days, and he hadn't found any spices he used before, whether it was green onion, ginger, garlic or fennel star anise.

He thought for a while, “It’s the fruits, bark, leaves, grass blades, etc. that give off a good smell. They are not suitable for eating directly, but they can be used for seasoning to make our food taste like them. Sometimes grilled meat and You can also put some in the soup."

When he said this, someone ran to the cave where the food was placed and took two large objects and squeezed them over and asked, "Is that this?"

Ren Heyin took a piece of bark and a seed-like object from his two hands, put them on the end of his nose and sniffed.

He now has a very sensitive sense of smell, and these two things do have a strange fragrance, not a floral fragrance, but a slightly pungent fragrance like spices.

He nodded, "As long as these two things are not poisonous."

The people nearby were very excited, squeezing each other to look at Ren Heyin with sparkling eyes.

The man asked: "Then how do I use this?"

"It can be used for stewing meat, it can also be ground into powder when roasting, and sprinkled on the roast. If you can marinate meat, you can also add some spice powder when marinating the meat."

People nearby couldn't wait, their eyes brightened, "Can you teach us how to stew stew?"

Ren Heyin thought that he would have to build a good relationship with the neighbors. Hearing this, he nodded and asked, "Just use wild pork for stew? Can you give me an empty stone pot?"

He pointed to the stone pot on the fire.

People naturally have no objection.

Ren He thought for a while, then asked: "Can this kind of stone pot be heated and poured cold water down?"

An old man in the crowd replied, "Better not, it's easy to crack."

Ren He faintly said: "Will it be convenient for me to find a thin slab of stone? It should be grilled on it. Also find some troublesome fruits and vegetables in the tribe that can be eaten."

The hunting efficiency of the orcs is very high. The prey they hunted yesterday has been preliminarily processed and piled in the small thatched hut, even if they don't go today, it will be fine.

Compared with hunting, everyone is more curious about the new food brought by the strange little Asian Orcs.

Their ancestors have lived here for so long, and there are really few new things encountered. The stew mentioned by the little Asian orcs has greatly aroused their curiosity.

Patriarch Han watched them toss and didn't stop it.

With the collective efforts of everyone, they quickly found everything that Ren Heyin requested.

Three kinds of spices, three kinds of roots, two kinds of dried vegetables and a small handful of edible mushrooms.

Ren Heyin asked them to cut the meat into mahjong-sized pieces, and then put them in a stone pot under cold water, and let them start a fire to cook.

The slate was also erected with stones, waiting for Ren Heyin's order to light a fire.

Ren Heyin asked them to cut the rhizomes and cut them into chunks slightly larger than the flesh.

The rhizome is hard and powdery after being cut, looks like it is full of starch, and is a boil-resistant type.

He didn't know what the taste of these rhizomes was, but if you put in more ingredients, the food will have a richer taste. Compared with the old and woody barbecue and boiled meat in white water, it will be more delicious.

The various fruits brought were cut open.

Ren Heyin picked two sweet and sour fruits with a special fragrance, and put them aside for later use.

Dried vegetables and mushrooms were also washed and placed in a wooden bowl.

The water in the big stone pot gradually heated up, and after it boiled, the blood of the wild boar came out, condensing pieces of brown blood foam.

As Ren Heyin fished out the blood foam, he motioned to them to raise the fire under the stone slab.

This is a huge stone slab, as big as a round table for eleven or twelve people, and one or two catties of meat are fried on it.

After Ren Heyin waited until the blood was almost pouring up here, he let someone withdraw from the fire and fished out all the meat inside with a rattan basket.

The wild boar has not been castrated, and the meat is a bit old and has a bit of smelt, and it can be much better if the blood is removed by boiling.

The pork in the rattan basket was poured onto the stone slab, and many bubbles burst out with a scream.

Ren Heyin took the long wooden spoon and fry the meat patiently.

The sun has risen, reflecting the small hairs on his white cheeks into a golden color, and his long eyelashes seem to glow.

Many teenagers and children in the tribe were dumbfounded, even the adults couldn't look away.

For a while, many people subconsciously held their breath.

Ren Heyin was very patient. This wild boar was half old, it was autumn again, and there was a finger of thick fat on his body. After the water on the meat evaporates, the fat is slowly fried out, giving off a sizzle.

He broke the three spices into small pieces and fry them with the meat on the slate.

A peculiar fragrance rose slowly.

Almost everyone believes that spices can indeed make food more delicious.

Ren Heyin stretched out his hand and wiped the sweat with his arm, "You can pour out the meat cooking water over there, wash the stone pot, and then boil half a pot of fresh water."

Someone was busy immediately nearby, and went to the upper reaches of the river to fill a large pot of water, and asked, "Is this okay?"

Ren Heyin nodded, "Almost."

So they started to boil water again.

The meat on the slate was fried to a brownish yellow with fat, giving off a burst of fragrance.

The orcs who had just eaten breakfast were hungry again.

Ren Heyin grabbed a handful of salt from the salt shaker next to it and sprinkled it evenly on top of the meat.

The salty scent came up, and the scent became stronger, and many people swallowed by the side.

Ren Heyin put in the pulp of two fruits again, fry a little, scoop out the meat with a wooden spoon, and pass it to the crowd, "It's ready to eat now, everyone try it."

Some young people couldn't wait, squeezed a piece in the spoon, twisted their left and right hands to dissolve the hotness. Before they turned their hands a few times, they couldn't wait to stuff their mouths, hissing and inhaling while chewing.

With a hint of sweet and sour meat in the salty fragrance, the gravy burst into his mouth. The boy couldn't help his eyes brighten, "It's delicious!"

The others couldn't help it long ago and stretched out their hands one after another.

Even children have their own father, mother or dad pinch a piece and blow it into the mouth.

For a while, there was chewing all around.

Ren He smiled, "Now the meat has one flavor, and when it's stewed, it has another flavor. You can eat it in either way."

As he said, he put down the plant rhizomes and stir-fried, after a few times, he added mushrooms and dried vegetables.

There is no chicken essence, soy sauce, etc. You can only borrow the umami taste of mushrooms and dried vegetables.

After the mushrooms were fried, Ren Heyin motioned to everyone to help, and then poured the entire slate into the hot water and started to stew.

Soon, the rich water vapor rushed over, and the whole camp was filled with the smell of food.

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The dry firewood was burning under the stone pot.

The fire licked the bottom of the pot, and a large amount of water vapor poured up, emitting bursts of fierce fragrance.

Ren Heyin took a spoon and put a small spoonful of soup into a wooden bowl, tasted a bit, the soup was slightly lighter, but extremely fresh.

The people next to him watched him eagerly, his neck stretched out.

The cubs have big eyes, black and white, and they swallowed and waited, their immature faces are full of longing and seriousness.

Ren Heyin clearly heard the sound of drooling from the side, a little funny and sad.

As time passed by, the steam in the big stone pot surged up, with an ecstatic fragrance.

The fire is still burning, the soup has been thickened, showing a sticky texture, the soup is oily, with the sauce of dried vegetables and rhizomes.

Ren Heyin looked at the expectant crowd around him, smiled, put salt in for the last time, tasted it again, then turned his head and said to the crowd: "Okay."

"Okay! Say it implicitly!"

"Hurry up, where is the bowl?!"

"Bowl! Uncle help me install it first!"

A group of children and a half-year-old rushed back to get their own bowl in an instant. Some of them had already waited with the bowl. At this moment, they desperately moved toward the pot like a bird waiting to be fed.

A middle-aged man looked at the child at his feet, expecting and asked carefully: "Yin, can you eat it?"

"Yes." Ren Heyin looked at Han and asked his opinion with his eyes, "Patriarch, can you?"

Han stood by and nodded, "Everyone, start eating."

The people standing nearby immediately came up quickly, and the wooden spoon scooped out the food in the pot and distributed it to everyone.

Serve the first bowl of stew to cold.

The second bowl was brought to Ren Heyin.

Ren Heyin didn't refuse, and smiled and blew the heat, sitting not far from the cold, sipping the soup, and then using a spoon to scoop the stew to eat.

The thick gravy wrapped the chunks of meat that was about to be simmered, and Ren Heyin used chopsticks to put the trembling meat into his mouth.

The stewed meat is tender and sweet, with almost no smell of mutton. The meat is tremblingly placed on the tongue and it is completely loosened. The peculiar sweetness of the fatty meat bursts on the tip of the tongue, and then the dried vegetables and fruits are fresh. Sweet is also out.

This dish is so delicious.

The rich taste is like dancing on the tip of human tongue.

Ren Heyin hadn't eaten meat that was more delicious than this a few times on the earth, and for a while, his eyes almost didn't turn red.

After eating such a bite of meat, he took another piece of plant rhizome to eat. The powdery waxy rhizome sucked up the meat juice, and it was fragrant and noodles.

The mushrooms were full of juice, and a bite was full of gravy, fresh and delicious.

The dried vegetable itself has a little sweetness, and the fiber is very chewy, and the more chewy it gets, the more fragrant it gets.

After eating the dishes in the bowl, take a sip of the soup and swallow it slowly.

Cool!

Ren Heyin narrowed his eyes with satisfaction.

Having been here for so many days, he finally had a decent meal, and he sighed silently, both satisfied and regretful.

Ren Heyin, people who are accustomed to the food, think this stew is great today, not to mention the group of orcs who eat barbecue and boiled meat in white water all day long.

Many people are unwilling to swallow it with food in their first bite.

They cherish the food in their mouths and savor every taste in silence.

A few old people with gray hair even had tears in their eyes. They looked at the food in the bowl and then at Ren Heyin, not knowing what they were thinking of.

The children don't have so many complicated thoughts. They don't care about the hotness. They swallowed the first bowl quickly and hopped to the side of the pot with the bowl, "Uncle, I want more."

"Me too! I can still eat three bowls!"

"I can eat five bowls!"

"I have ten bowls!"

The man who was begged by the children turned his head to look at the patriarch.

Han held the bowl in a daze, and when he met the gaze of the tribe, he nodded and motioned to the other party to scoop it.

The man turned his head and smiled and scooped the children a second bowl.

There are three hundred people in a tribe, and there are not many stews in the big stone pot. One person has a bowl of vegetables, and soon there will be a bottom of the pot.

The children scooped another round, and there was not much.

The teenagers sitting not far away looked at the pot and looked at the cubs who were so happy that they showed their white teeth, especially a certain cub who had begun to lose teeth, with pink and tender gums showing inside, looking extremely childish and festive. .

The teenagers let go of their thoughts of going to fight again, and cherished the food in the bowl.

Some adults tasted the taste, and after a few bites, they were reluctant to eat, leaving the food in the bowl to sit and chat.

Then Ren Heyin saw that a certain child had finished eating the food in the bowl and jumped up to look at the pot, yelling for a while, the adult beckoned him to come over and pour the food in the bowl to him.

The child pushed it twice and didn't push it off, then grinned happily and went to the side to eat.

After Ren Heyin finished eating a small half bowl, he raised his head and saw this scene suddenly, and he felt uneasy.

His grandma used to be like this. When he was a child, his family was poor. His grandma went to someone else's house and was stuffed with an orange. His grandma only ate two petals, and the rest was brought back to him in her pocket.

At that time, he was not sensible, and when he saw something delicious, he ate it all by himself. Later, his grandmother passed away early. Sometimes when he thought of these things, he would feel a twitch in his heart, soreness and uncomfortable.

Ren Heyin said to Han who was sitting next to him: "You can make this kind of food for yourself in the future."

Han nodded, "Okay."

After speaking, he looked at Ren Heyin and invited again, "Yin, do you want to live in the tribe? We have extra caves. If you don't like living with people, you can live alone in the cave next to it."

Ren Heyin followed him and turned to look at the caves on the mountain wall.

These are all stone caves, some are deep and some are shallow, so tidy them up, they are much more comfortable than his little earthen cave.

His eyes are a bit complicated, with both expectations and fear in his heart.

People who are used to living in the steel city can hardly adapt to this small intimate society.

Han saw the looseness on his face, smiled gently and said, "You can just be a neighbor without joining our tribe. There is a small cave where you can live."

Han pointed to a place halfway up the mountain, where there were only a few caves, and no one lived there. "It's very cold in winter. You can't stay on guard alone. It's safer to live with us."

Warmth and safety in winter are both big issues, and extremely hungry beasts are easy to attack people.

Ren Heyin hesitated.

Han didn't give him time to hesitate, and directly raised his throat and said to a teenager in the crowd: "Duo, you and your friends, go and help move things hidden."

Duo quickly raised her head and asked, "Father, do you want to join our tribe?"

Many people ignored the food in the bowl and hurriedly raised their heads to look at them.

"Be a neighbor first." After Han finished speaking, he motioned to a handsome man sitting not far away, his voice softened, "Qing, wait for you to clean up the top cave and hide it."

Qing smiled, "Okay."

Ren Heyin saw that he arranged it in a blink of an eye, and finally recognized the result with a smile.

In the case of companions, staying alone is not a good choice.

Especially this group of orcs are good, friendly, enthusiastic, and love children. It shouldn't be too uncomfortable to get along with such people.

Ren Heyin originally thought that only a few people would help him move, but he did not expect that in the end more than 30 teenagers and more than 20 children in the tribe would move out together.

A dozen and a half-old children in the tribe wanted to come together, but they were stopped by the adults and could only stop.

Ren Heyin felt a little strange, why some children can follow him and some can't, but it is not easy to ask at this time.

Among the more than 30 teenagers, there are males and females, and there are only seven girls, all of whom are vigorous and lively.

So are the children, and the number of girls is very small.

Ren Heyin felt that this male to female ratio was too strange.

He was thinking, and Du asked: "Yin, can you see it when you go down the mountain?"

"Yeah." Ren Heyin pointed to the mountain, "Go up the mountain first and then go down."

"Okay, let's go faster and come back for lunch later."

Everyone was excited, and the pace sped up a bit.

The small arms and legs of the children who followed were about to fall behind.

Ren Heyin just wanted to let the teenagers slow down and wait for these kids.

Unexpectedly, the children took off the animal skin skirts one by one, hung the rope on the animal skin skirts around their necks, and then "whooping" a few times, rolling on the spot, turning into a group of furry little tigers. Little leopard, little lion.

One of the little white tigers licked his pink nose with his tongue out, shook his body, and ran away with his chubby paws on all fours.

Ren Heyin looked at their chubby bodies, palms a little itchy, and some wanted to squat down and rub them.

The little orcs were very lively in the animal-shaped state, one or two little short legs moved fast, and in a while they ran in front of Ren Heyin and the others.

They had been to Ren Heyin's camp once before, and they didn't need anyone to lead the way.

Ren Heyin walked fast as he was mixed in the crowd. Before the sun reached the center, they arrived at the camp.

This group of teenagers and children were curious about everything, and looked back and forth between Ren Heyin's pork dried with dry vines and the clay pots he placed next to the foot of the mountain.

When they saw the small cave where he lived, where it was difficult to even turn around, sympathy appeared in many people's eyes.

Ren Heyin saw their sympathy, feeling a little embarrassed, and said, "Thank you for helping me put the meat away, there are some dried fish here."

There are two baskets here, although they are not full.

He raised several baskets from the cave. One was filled with the packages sent by the child that day, one filled with half a basket of sour yellow fruits, and the other filled with big rabbit skins, stones, flakes of stone, fire jars, etc. Debris.

He turned around and dug out two mud **** from the ashes, and said: "There are some wild boar innards here, do you want to taste it?"

Everyone present remembered the meal of meat they had eaten not long ago, their eyes lit up, and their faces showed expectant expressions.

The little beast cubs changed back to the form of orcs. Both boys and girls, all monkeys hurriedly tore off the animal skin skirts from their necks and wrapped them around their waists, yelling: "Yes, Brother Yin, I want to eat!"

"Brother Yin, I want too!"

Ren Heyin knocked open the mud and opened the leaves, and a sour fragrance floated out.

The scent of the internal organs floated out, and the tentacles were still warm.

Everyone felt hungry again.

Ren Heyin divided them up, each of them could only get one piece, and the little cubs could get more than one piece and two pieces.

It’s impossible to fill your stomach, but you can taste it.

The orcs seldom eat this kind of food with rich flavor. They tasted it in their mouths and their eyes were sparkling, and they looked forward to Ren Heyin's stay in the orc tribe.

The teenagers moved very neatly. They packed up everything and turned their eyes to the mud.

Duo asked: "Yin, do you want to collect these too?"

"No." Ren Heyin glanced over, "These mud bodies need to be made further, and it's not easy to get them now."

He turned his gaze to the small small cave he had dug out. He won't live in this cave anymore. Instead, he can try to expand it into a pottery kiln and come here to burn pottery in the future. Meiguixs.net, Meiguixs.net, Meiguixs.net, free and fastest update, no anti-theft, no anti-theft. Report error chapter. Ask for a book to find a book. Chat with book friends, please add qq Group: 647377658 (group number)

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A group of people embraced Ren Heyin and returned to the tribe.

Duo had received his father's order and took the person to the cave where Ren Heyin was going to live.

Someone was busy in the dim cave. Duo yelled happily when he saw someone, "Daddy?"

Ren Heyin took a closer look and found that it was the handsome young orc Qing.

Qing turned his head and smiled. The gentle smile was especially kind in the dim, "You are back?"

"I'm back." Duo probe, "Daddy, have you organized it yet?"

"almost."

These caves are halfway up the mountain and are a bit moist.

They have just been smoked with fire for a while, and now they are cleaned and covered with animal skins, which is very comfortable.

At a glance, Ren Heyin saw two pieces of gray animal skins spread on the slightly higher stone platform at the corner, one fur side up, which is a mat, and the other fur side down, which is probably a quilt.

The two skins are soft and thick, with soft short hair on them.

After freezing for so many days, Ren Heyin was full of emotion when he saw this bedding.

Ren He touched the fur, thick fur, with a rare warmth. He retracted his hand, but he still looked at the animal skin reluctantly. He turned his gaze back with all his willpower, and said, "This too It's precious, I can't..."

"It's okay," Qing Wen interrupted him gently, and said with a smile: "You are not an adult, so you can't get cold at night. You use it first, and you can return it to us when you don't use it."

This animal skin should be bald when he is not using it.

Ren Heyin was grateful. He really needed these two animal skins. Seeing Qing sincerely wanted to give them, he didn't refuse any more.

He knows so many things and a golden finger, and he will repay the tribe one or two at that time, and then change the animal skins and return it to them.

Qing led the people neatly to help tidy up the cave, and blasted out the young people and children waiting here, not allowing them to come here to disturb Ren Heyin.

Ren Heyin smiled and began to organize things.

He has few things, so he doesn't actually need to organize it, as long as he is neat and tidy.

The cave where he lives now is quite big, with a visual inspection of about 30 square meters, and the entrance is not bad, it is only over one meter wide and two meters high.

When he had just walked by, he took a look at it. Several caves next to him were either too big or too small, too deep or too shallow, and they were not as good as the cave where he lives now.

It seems that the people in the tribe have helped him pick it again.

Before he finished finishing his things, a group of children came over with three pots of things in a big tub.

"Brother Yin, we're bringing you salt."

"And spices!"

"The muddy fruit is also for you to eat."

The children are tall and proud, with a proud look.

"The patriarch asked you to go down to eat."

"I also said that if you don't like going down to eat with us, you can cook on it."

There are no other caves on Ren Heyin's cave. A little higher is the small platform. There is a stream on the side of the platform, which is very convenient for washing or cooking.

Han had long thought of the issue of eating, and gave full choice to Ren Heyin.

Ren Heyin was very grateful for his thoughtfulness. He didn't mean to eat with people in the tribe.

He doesn't work with the tribe at the moment. Going to eat in the tribe is taking advantage of others.

Ren Heyin touched their little heads one by one, and said with a smile: "I'm not going to eat in the tribe. Go ahead."

The children were both regretful and reluctant. Ren Heyin repeatedly urged them to disperse like a flock of birds and went down to eat.

Ren Heyin walked to a place with a better light at the entrance of the cave with three pots of things. One pot was gray-brown salt, the other was various spices he used in the morning, and the other was the rhizome he used for cooking in the morning. One of them.

Ren Heyin looked at these things, and then at the wild boar in the wooden basket. He first took about three catties of half-fat and half-lean wild boar into the hole and cut into small pieces, then marinated them with salt, chopped spices and sour fruits, and dried leaves. wrap up.

After marinating the meat, he put down his things and planned to go up the mountain to pick some big leaves, and then chop a few pieces of wet wood with a stone axe to get some bowls.

He has been in this world for so many days, and he can preliminarily judge that those woods are poisonous, and those that are not.

The people in the tribe looked at him from the back of the mountain, and couldn't help showing curiosity.

Patriarch Han also looked up with everyone's eyes.

Quan, who was sitting not far away and eating, couldn't help but sigh, "This little Asian orc seems to have a lot of things."

Han said casually: "Maybe he was specially trained as a priest in the original tribe."

"Wait, you mean—" Quan widened his eyes, glanced around a few times, and hurriedly lowered his voice, "You mean, we might have met a priest trained by a certain tribe?!"

Quan's brain buzzed. At this moment, the little Asian Orc's skin is too fair and delicate, without the slightest callus of hands and feet, calm and smart, and even with a guard that is different from ordinary people, it makes sense!

This may be one of the priests cultivated by the big tribe, or he may have experienced struggles and failures before finally living here alone.

The more Quan thought about it, the more he realized it was possible. He couldn't help but move his fart. Gu leaned against Han and whispered: "If he wants to join us, do we have priests?"

The priests passed on from generation to generation and knew a lot of things.

There were priests in their tribe before, but unfortunately that priest fell ill and died when he was still very young and had not had time to successfully train his successor priests.

Since then they have no priests.

Qing looked at the suddenly excited Quan with some helplessness.

Han deliberately let the little Asian orcs be priests, and it's definitely not now.

The influence of priests on a tribe is very important, not only the small Asian orcs are still guarding them, but they can't just be so sloppy and completely at ease with the small Asian orcs.

At least get along for a while to see how the other person behaves.

Sure enough, the cold said: "Wait for a while, if there is no problem with the Little Asian Orcs after spring, we will try to invite him to be our priest again."

Quan heard these words, and the pile of hot coal in his heart calmed down like a pot of water.

He nodded, "I was impulsive."

After they had no priests, many things were gradually lost, including medicine, food, and rituals for offering sacrifices to beasts and gods. Even if everyone didn't talk about it, every adult in the tribe felt a little lost in their hearts.

Their tribes are very powerful and have a large population, but they still cannot become one of the most important tribes in this area because they have no priests.

It is impossible for other tribes to serve a tribe without priests.

Ren Heyin didn't know what they were thinking.

He walked up the mountain to search, collected a bunch of dead branches and leaves and tied them together, and simply found a soft wooden fir with a big bowl, cut a circle of notches with a stone axe, and pushed it hard until it broke.

He doesn't have the tools at hand now, but fortunately he has great strength, and it is not difficult to obtain some resources in the wild.

After the tree fell, he hurriedly smashed it into several sections with a stone axe, and took out three wooden bowls.

In the future, this will be his utensils for eating and serving, and he can deal with it before the pottery is made.

He moved quickly, dragging things back into the cave after a while.

He took out the thin stone slab, washed it by the creek, built a simple stove on the small platform above, lit the fire, and simmered the mud fruit on the side while preparing the slate barbecue.

Wild boar has its own fat, and sour fruit has the effect of making pork tender.

After the slate is piping hot, put the wild boar on it.

The pork sizzled on the slate, sour and fragrant, Ren Heyin seriously moved the several millimeter-thick slices of meat with wooden chopsticks and turned them over.

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