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Seeing that the women had almost finished their meal, Taohua pointed to the quilt spread on the straw inside the cave and said, "This quilt was given to us by the gods. Let's try it tonight to see how well it keeps us warm. Try it tonight and tell me how it works tomorrow morning."

The women all agreed. Taohua then asked if the children had enough milk, and the women all said, "Some have enough, some don't, but we all feed them together, so luckily none of the children are hungry."

Taohua breathed a sigh of relief. "Tomorrow morning, we'll have the same milk and bird eggs. You all should eat them. Don't save them for your other children. They'll have soft noodles and minced meat to eat, just as finely as the priests. The gods said that newborn babies who drink more of their mother's milk are least likely to die. You must take good care of yourselves."

When the women heard this, they couldn't help but kowtow and thank the immortal Taohua had mentioned.

After Taohua finished giving her instructions, she hugged the children and left the cave.

The next day, as soon as the sun came out, the tribesmen who were cooking got up.

Before going to bed last night, the clan leader said that he would teach everyone how to make a new dish this morning. So he waited in front of Taohua's house early.

Taohua also woke up early. She brought a basin of brown rice, some dried meat, and some greens, and asked the tribesmen to go to the river to wash them. There was a lot to do today, so after she distributed the food needed for the day's cooking, she would go out with them to gather it.

Taohua teaches everyone to put brown rice and water into the pot and cook. Stir the bottom of the pot with tools to prevent it from burning.

After the water boils, let everyone put the shredded dried meat in and let it cook on its own.

The tribesmen watched as the little bit of brown rice in the pot gradually expanded under the tribe leader's manipulation, becoming more and more abundant. Especially after the addition of dried meat, the pot, which was originally full of water, began to become sticky. They couldn't help but get excited again.

I went to the gods and learned so many skills. It was such a great deal. I'll have to tell my tribesmen about this during dinner later, so they can gather and hunt well so we can offer generous offerings to the gods.

Taohua saw that the shredded meat and rice in the pot were boiling. She then led her tribesmen to chop the greens finely with bamboo knives. She took out the salt she would later add to the pot and instructed them to add the green sprouts when it became thick. "Don't forget to add the salt last." Then she carried the basin of cool, drinkable water back to the cave.

At this time, the women had already gotten up and were twisting hemp ropes. The children were dragged directly to the entrance of the cave on straw mats by the women to sleep in the sun.

Lying on the soft quilt, the warm sunshine sprinkled on the children, making them sleep more soundly.

Taohua arrived and saw this scene. Hope filled her heart. The cubs here were the future of the tribe.

The fire in the cave was still burning. Taohua went in and added a few more logs. Then she came out and poured the powdered milk into the basin, gave each woman a bowl, and then took out the eggs for them.

"How did you sleep last night? Are the children warm?" Taohua asked.

"I slept so well, the best sleep I've ever had." A cheerful woman answered first.

"Yes, yes, the children didn't wake up last night except for feeding. They even laughed out loud when they were sleeping at night." Another woman said after swallowing the bird eggs in her mouth.

"The quilt is so soft and warm that you can't feel the cool breeze at night. Maya's children are afraid of heat and they kicked off the quilt last night because they were so hot." A woman next to the refreshing woman continued.

The refreshing woman, Maya, smiled sheepishly and said, "My son is just afraid of the heat. He sleeps on a quilt, and a linen shirt is just right for him at night."

Taohua was pleasantly surprised when she heard this. "This quilt is indeed as warm as the immortal said."

"Keep warm, keep warm."

"There's no wind at all."

"It's very warm."

The women rushed to answer.

Taohua received a positive answer and decided to urge Taoshuren and his men to set off earlier.

So he said, "The tribesmen will bring you breakfast later. Today we will eat the minced meat porridge of the Immortal Cult."

After saying that, he took the clean milk basin and ceramic bowl back to where he had eaten.

At this time, all the tribesmen had already gotten up.

The priest held his cell phone, dutifully recording the morning in the tribe.

The tribesmen lined up in turn, holding their ceramic bowls to receive their porridge. The older children were already enjoying their hot meat porridge. Taohua walked over and took the phone, letting the priest eat breakfast first.

Then they took out their lighters. A box of 50 lighters held them. Taohua gave one to the group heading out hunting. Each group going to trade with other tribes received two. After the distribution was complete, everyone dispersed to go about their own business.

Taohua asked the tribesmen who stayed behind in the tribe to collect various things around the tribe, especially stones. The last time they went to see the immortal, they found that the immortal was very interested in stones.

The Taoshu people, along with two other tribesmen, rode on clouded leopards and headed towards the Chi tribe without stopping.

When we got to the hill, we saw that the soft, fluffy white cotton was still there, and many of them had burst in the sun.

The peach tree man went forward and picked a fruit that did not fall. A cotton plant taller than himself stood below. He grabbed the cotton stem and pulled it up.

After pulling out a cotton plant with its roots, the other two tribesmen used stone knives to open the cotton bolls on the top in a few strokes.

Inside were petals of white flesh, each half the length of an adult's forearm. When they were torn open, the white flesh transformed into a very tough, cotton-like substance.

The peach tree owner went in and picked the fluffy cotton peaches that burst open at the top of the tree. He handed them to two tribesmen to feel.

"Is it that thing? That cotton." said a tribesman.

"This is the feeling I get when I touch it. Look." Taoshuren took out a ball of cotton from his arms.

The two tribesmen took it and compared it. "This should be it. They feel exactly the same."

"These cotton plants are growing too tall. I'm going to record them and bring them back to show the tribesmen. I'll also have the tribe leader take them to the gods to see if this is what they're looking for." The peach tree man climbed up a tree, holding up his phone. He took a bird's-eye view of the cotton and peach forest without any instruction.

Seeing this, the two tribesmen picked some easy-to-reach cotton bolls from the cotton forest. They dug out the bolls and tied them up with hemp rope. Then, they followed the same pattern, pulled out a few more plants, tied them up, and prepared to take them back.

Soon, the peach tree people finished filming. While the tribesmen were curious about the recording capabilities of the phone, they knew the important things were more important. Without further questioning, they each shared their burdens, carrying the plants and cotton peaches, and boarded the clouded leopards to head back to the tribe.