my angel

"You have a hundred, don't need eighty, the patriarch will give me twenty. I will provide technology here."

"Okay, let's cook salt together."

"Before I go, I need two things."

"Say"

"Stone mill and soybeans,"

"Do you want tofu? I want to eat it too." Bai Fucheng wanted to eat white and tender tofu, but he hadn't eaten it for three years, and his mouth watered instantly.

"Correct."

"Someone in my tribe found beans, and there seems to be some more. I'll ask someone to bring them over."

The two split up, and He Qinghuan went to gather some herbs, spices, and food to return to the witch doctor.

The women in the tribe, because they caught a pheasant yesterday, went to set traps again today.

Xiaohua, Chunhua, and Chuncao are the most active. They also want to go out when they see the envoy, so they say hello to go together.

A group of women walked and chatted.

"This morning, there was still a piece of mutton stew left at home. I wrapped it in reed leaves and gave it to my man to eat on the way."

"Really, men can also eat meat outside, which will give them energy. Why didn't I think of it?"

"My family has a large population and there is nothing left. It is rare to have a full meal."

"In the future, I will try my best to let my man bring some food out."

"Chunhua, you are amazing, you can think of this."

He Qinghuan suddenly asked, "What is that?"

Chunhua picks the heart-shaped tender green leaves. This leaf is delicious. Put it in the water and scald it. It will be soft, tender and juicy. It is a delicious wild vegetable.

Chunhua showed him, and He Qinghuan immediately followed the seedlings down to find the root, and started digging with a wooden stick.

When the women surrounded the city, they all watched in surprise.

The envoy of God actually dug out a red lump in the soil, I don't know what it was.

Sprouted sweet potatoes can still be eaten, as long as the sweet potatoes are pressed out. Although the sprouted sweet potatoes have lost part of their nutrition and sugar, for primitive people, they are still delicious.

There is a substance in sweet potatoes eaten raw. If you eat too much, you will not digest it. It is better to eat it roasted or steamed.

If the skin is brown or black spots, you can't eat it, it's very bitter.Harmful to humans.

He Qinghuan also forgot many detailed things, including the name of the substance that makes people bloat.

Anyway, as long as you tell the people in the tribe to pay attention to it.

There are a large bunch of sweet potatoes, and I followed the vines to find several clusters, enough for everyone.

He Qinghuan asked them to keep the small ones and dig them later in autumn.

It's not the best time to eat it yet, it's just because I can't eat enough to satisfy my hunger temporarily.

Chunhua asked: "My lord envoy, are we still in this camp in winter?" "

He Qinghuan was puzzled and asked, "Are we not in this camp in winter?"

Xiaohua said: "Every year we will migrate, and in winter we will go to a big cave in the north to spend the winter."

The quiet Lily said: "In autumn, the food around this camp will be lighted, and there will be no more coming."

Only then did He Qinghuan know.It turned out to be like this, living by aquatic plants.

Some nomadic peoples have lived like this until modern times.

So they don't know how to save the seeds and come back later, so as to achieve sustainable development.

The women hold a piece of sweet potato in one hand, bundled with wild vegetables, and their hands are full.

He Qinghuan had a lot of things to pick, so she came out with a net bag, and saw that the women really didn't have any containers to put things in.

Just sat down on the spot: "I'll give you a net bag to weave, and you can put things in it."

The women sat around him, looking at him seriously.

He Qinghuan first cut off the green and soft twigs with a folding saber, peeled off the strong bark, and then divided them into small strands.

After his [-]cm multifunctional knife was borrowed by Bai Fucheng, he never got it back.

He Qinghuan is not a stingy person, not to mention that in Bai Fucheng's hands, his function is greater than his, so he doesn't care about it.

Women know how to rub rope, and it is more delicate and tight than He Qinghuan.

Just rub it for He Qinghuan.

He Qinghuan took four [-]-meter-long lengths and folded them in half to form eight half-meter lengths.

Then the two adjacent ones are knotted at three finger widths, and the buttons are fastened.

There are four buttons in one row. After the knot is finished, weave the four buttons in the second row, or tie the adjacent two knots, just separate the four buttons in the first row and combine them on both sides.

Then weave four rows, and the remaining ones are divided into two strands and tied to death, which becomes the handle.

He Qinghuan said: "This is just a basic pattern. You can add more ropes, so that the holes made are smaller and small things can't leak out." "

Chunhua is the best at weaving, she is talented in weaving, as soon as He Qinghuan said it, she understood.

Obsessed with seeing their weaving, He Qinghuan took the peeled snow-white branches and started weaving wicker baskets.

The important thing is to start, five vertically and five horizontally at the bottom of the basket, criss-crossing and pressing each other.

There are two symmetrical groups of extra long ones inside, which are reserved for basket handles.

Only when the handle is pressed from the bottom, the overall weaving will be strong and firm, and the handle will not fall off even if there are many things in it.

The round baskets are woven directly upwards, and the oval baskets are symmetrically woven on the plane on the basis of the bottom.

branches, and then weave the walls of the basket three-dimensionally upwards.

The women were quickly attracted by the basket in the hands of the envoy.

Immediately finished making the net bag in hand, one after another went looking for branches,

He Qinghuan weaves a basket and focuses on teaching Chunhua weaving, and then let them learn from Chunhua.

Every woman asked excitedly, He Qinghuan was like staying in a pen of a thousand ducks, his head was about to explode.

Chunhua said, "My lord envoy, what's the name of this thing?"

"Basket. Has anyone used it?"

Xiaohua said: "I have never seen this thing, even during the summer gathering, I have never seen other tribes exchange this thing. "

Chunhua said: "We can weave a few more and exchange them with other tribes later."

Lily said: "When exchanging with other tribes, you must first ask the patriarch."

Yes, this is the unique technology of the mountain tribe.

Isn't the technology of other tribes not handed over to others?

He Qinghuan was picking wild vegetables nearby, panax notoginseng, rehmannia root, rehmannia glutinosa, peppercorns, whatever he saw.

The big ones are packed in net bags, and the small ones are packed in baskets.

Hearing the crowing of a chicken struggling, the woman shouted excitedly: "Whose trap caught the chicken?"

I hurried to look for it, and found a fat hen, and I was about to hit its head with a stone on the spot.

He Qinghuan hastily stopped: "Wait a minute, we will support you."

"How about it?"

"What does it eat?"

"Why do you need to feed?"

He Qinghuan explained it like a kindergarten child: "In spring, pheasants are laying eggs, and we let them hatch chicks by themselves.

In this way, we will pick some wild vegetables and weeds for them to eat. At that time, we want to eat chicken and chicken, and we want to eat eggs and eggs.

Especially if there are children in the family, one egg a day, the children will grow up healthy, strong, and less likely to get sick. "

Immediately with the child: "Mother, I want to eat eggs."

"Okay, okay, I'll eat it for you when the chicken lays eggs."

He Qinghuan took out the folding saber, opened the scissors, cut off the beautiful feathers of the pheasant, and gave them to the children to play with.

The ones on the wings, the ones on the tail, to the master of the trap. "That way he can't fly."

They also made a half-meter-diameter chicken coop with triangular crossings from the twigs that the women made baskets, with a round opening on the top, and stuffed the chickens into it.

Under a series of frights, the chicken became dizzy and annoyed, lying motionless in the cage.

The children watched happily outside.

He Qinghuan hurriedly made a cover and tied it to the mouth, and taught the owner: "When feeding, it's fine to stuff it in the hole below, and it's also fine on the top, just remember to fasten the cover tightly so that it doesn't fly out. ｜｜”

The women started weaving chicken coops one after another. They had learned too much this morning, and some of them would not be able to.

Beg others for help.

He Qinghuan looked at his watch, it was twelve o'clock again, and he had to go to lunch.

Fortunately, I dug up sweet potatoes today, and I can bake them.

Seeing that the envoy was going back, a group of people packed up their achievements and returned to the camp happily.

Passing by a tent, with the faces of unkempt men sticking out of it, to see what happened to these women, Gigi clucking like an old hen?

Just in time to see Lord Angel Envoy, he nodded slightly: "Master Angel Envoy."

He Qinghuan wondered how he knew himself since he had never met this person before.

The man smiled wryly: "Although I haven't met Lord God Envoy, I've heard it from people in my family."

"What's wrong with you?" Lying on the ground?