The blind box of the plane was exposed, and foreigners cried for entry into China

"Tree Man, you will take someone over there tomorrow to take a look. Go on your clouded leopard and confirm the situation there. Come back immediately."

"Okay. Chief." In front of his fellow tribesmen, Taoshu Ren also called his wife the chief.

Taohua took out her phone, switched to the photography mode that Boss Ling mentioned, and gave the phone to the priest. She also taught her how to operate the phone simply, taking photos, recording videos, and unlocking the phone.

The priest was startled when he saw the small frame on his phone that showed the scene before him. He calmed down after Taohua explained it to him, and after learning how to operate it, he stood aside and started recording.

Taohua took the supplies she had exchanged and began to explain to the tribesmen one by one what they were and how to use them.

"This compressed biscuit is similar to our dried meat, but it is more filling than dried meat. You only need to eat a small piece to keep you full for a whole day. We can keep this as food reserve for the winter." Taohua said to the tribesmen while holding a box of compressed biscuits in both hands.

All the tribesmen agreed.

"This is a lighter. It is similar to the flint of the Chi tribe, but more convenient. With it, we no longer have to send people to guard the fire, fearing that there will be no fire one day. We also don't have to please the Chi tribe and exchange flint with them!" Taohua was proud.

"The immortal said that this lighter can be given to each team leader. When we trade next time, the immortal will teach us how to make a tinderbox. Then we will never lack fire again!"

As soon as Taohua finished speaking, the tribesmen cheered.

After the tribesmen had celebrated enough, Taohua pointed to the pots and basins behind her and said, "These are cooking utensils. Although they are a little small, the immortal said that he would get us bigger pots next time we trade. These smaller ones are basins, used to hold things."

Taohua cleared her throat.

"This time I went to trade with the immortal, and he even taught me how to cook. Here are the leftovers." Taohua pointed to the pile of things left on the raft and said, "These are all food."

"The woman in charge of cooking, come with me. I will demonstrate it to everyone." Taohua, holding a stack of pots, walked towards the stove first.

He directed the women to wash the meat and cut it with bamboo knives. They placed it in a stainless steel basin. The women were delighted, finding the container lightweight and capable of holding the meat without any effort.

A 42cm wok was already on the stove. The reason Ling Xiaoyue's family had such a large wok was simple: her mother would make lard every once in a while, always making enough to last six months. So, this large wok was actually used for that.

When packing up the things that could be used from the original plane, Ling Xiaoyue happened to pack them up and exchange them with the original plane.

Taohua reached out her hand to test the pot, and seeing that it was steaming, she immediately poured the lean meat with fat into it.

"Bah!"

As soon as the meat was put into the pot, it made a loud noise. Taohua quickly picked up the large spatula and went forward to stir-fry it twice.

The raw meat gradually released fat from the sizzling cauldron. A strange, rich aroma of meat filled the air. Everyone in the tribe gradually gathered around.

Tao Duoduo bit her finger. Saliva dripped from her mouth. Seeing this, Tao Shuren felt a pang of distress. He fished out the rock candy his wife had slipped him. While wiping Tao Duoduo's saliva, he quickly stuffed one into her mouth.

Tao Duoduo's eyes widened, and then the sweet taste spread in her mouth. The sweet taste made Tao Duoduo close her eyes happily. Like a little hamster who had successfully stolen something.

The peach tree man also smiled. His wife said these were the only few crystal candies left from the immortals. Let the peach blossoms bring some to sweeten Duoduo's mouth. He did trade quite a bit of white sugar, but his wife said she'd have to wait until tomorrow morning to boil some water and make some for the tribe. There wouldn't be any sugar tonight.

Taohua saw that the fat was almost cooked, so she quickly poured the lean meat in and stir-fried it.

In a few seconds, he took out a spoonful of what the immortal said was bean paste and put it in. He also carefully poured a pot of soy sauce into it.

The aroma grew stronger. The team washing vegetables returned. Taohua casually picked a basin of cabbage and dumped it into the pot.

The rich aroma was instantly suppressed. The tribesmen were feeling a pang of regret. They all said they could eat it just as it was without the grass.

After a while, the cabbage was pickled and the aroma came out again. But the meat and grass in the pot looked even more tempting.

Taohua took the bowl of vegetables and put them in. She handed over the spatula and said, "Anyone who wants to try it, come and take it. I'm going to go make other food."

The women were hesitant to step forward, fearing they couldn't cook as well as the tribe leader. But when they heard the tribe leader mention a new dish, they eagerly grabbed the spatula and divided into teams: one side cooked, the other watched and learned how to make the new dish.

Taohua opened the flour bag. Looking at the snow-white flour and dried noodles, she was reluctant to part with them. But then she thought, she could make a smaller amount and only give it to the elders and children in the tribe.

So I told everyone that these finer grains were for the children and the elderly in the tribe. We young and strong people should still eat the meat we used to.

The young tribesmen, though disappointed, agreed. The children cheered with joy. The old man, however, hid aside and quietly wiped away his tears.

After Taohua taught the people how to make noodles, she came to the rice bag. She looked at the rice bag and the tribesmen who were waiting for her to speak. She hesitated for a moment.

Finally, he spoke. "Tomorrow, after we return from our trade with the gods, we'll have enough fine grains, enough immortal rice and white flour, so our entire tribe can have a good meal. Every member of the tribe will have a meal made entirely of immortal rice! Let's all taste what it's like!"

The tribesmen cheered again. Everyone felt that there couldn't be a better day than today. Although they didn't eat the immortal rice, they felt filled with endless energy, and the dreaded winter wasn't so terrifying anymore.

They didn't know at that moment that this kind of endless energy is called hope, and this feeling of not being afraid of difficulties is called courage.

The priest god recorded all of this honestly with his phone, his eyes moist.

She was born and raised in this tribe. Chosen by the high priest to become their priestess, she learned and understood much. Yet, she preferred to remain ignorant. That way, when her tribe members couldn't survive the cold winter, when they were injured or even disabled while hunting and gathering, or when they were afflicted by illness, she wouldn't lament that she didn't have the high priest's magical powers, the ability to save them from danger.