my angel

The future successor of Chapter 3---An Dong

Back in the tribe, it was already dusk, every family lit a fire in their tents and started to barbecue.

Because a big incident happened today, there were only about 30 uninjured warriors left, and they went out to beat two sheep.

Two sheep, more than 100 people in the tribe, only eat two sheep, and the mutton distributed to everyone is only the size of a fist.

There is no need to talk about what to eat.

He Qinghuan lives and cooks in a tent with the witch doctor, the patriarch, and the injured boy from the Big Bear tribe.

Before eating, He Qinghuan discovered a more urgent matter than eating, and that was the problem of going to the toilet.

He didn't expect that the first thing he wanted to change in the primitive society was the toilet.

Watching the patriarch lead him to behind a big tree in the woods east of the camp, "I'll show you, take a pee."

He Qinghuan asked while going up: "Is our family all here?"

The patriarch nodded; "Women and men are separated, and usually come out as companions.

If you try not to come out at night, we can't see at night, it's very dangerous. "

"Is the patriarch invisible at night?"

The patriarch said: "It's okay now, but if it's completely dark, you won't be able to see anything."

This is night blindness.

Eating cooked food for a long time, just drinking raw blood can not supplement enough trace elements such as salt and iron, leading to premature aging, night blindness, physical weakness, explosive power is good, but endurance is poor.

When hunting, you can only use the big guys to coax them up. If you kill them at the time, you will be killed. Once they fall into a stalemate, human beings will suffer losses.

He Qinghuan had to find a way to supplement trace elements and salt to the tribe, and first cure night blindness.

He Qinghuan and the patriarch walked back together, and met a few people who also came to the toilet. This is a "landmine" along the way.

The first thing tomorrow is to build the toilet!

In the evening, He Qinghuan stewed mutton in the witch doctor's stone pot, first cutting the mutton into small pieces.

The patriarch watched enviously as he used a Swiss army knife to quickly cut up the meat and threw it into the pot.

Such a fast knife, so sharp.

Then process the collected notoginseng and wild vegetables.Ask the patriarch, is there any chicken?Give that kid a chicken stew.

The patriarch said: There are chicken flocks in the west of the tribe, but chickens are difficult to hunt. Generally, we don’t eat chickens.

He Qinghuan figured it out after a little thought. The chicken is small and can fly. When you catch it, it clucks and crows loudly. The whole forest is full of roosters, and it is noisy during the day.

In ancient times, a county magistrate sentenced a thief who stole chickens to three years, but a thief who stole cattle was only sentenced to one year.

The thief who stole the chicken refuses to accept the sentence. The chicken I stole is not as big as a cow, so how can I be sentenced severely?

The county magistrate said: Chickens can only crow, and cows can only follow people. If you want to steal a chicken without being discovered, you need a more sophisticated stealing technique, so the sentence will be severe!

How could primitive people hit it with sticks.

The energy brought by catching chickens is not as good as the physical strength consumed, so I stopped catching chickens after a long time.

When picking wild vegetables in the afternoon, I also saw several colorful and beautiful pheasants.

He Qinghuan said while working: "I'll catch some chickens in the evening and come back."

Chickens also suffer from night blindness. When they are illuminated by a strong light at night, they just sit there in a daze and let people arrest them.

The mutton in the stone pot is boiling,

Without a spoon, I had to use a stainless steel pot to skim off the foam, which is blood and impurities, and at the same time remove the fishy smell of the mutton.

The patriarch and the witch doctor said in unison: "No."

He Qinghuan: "Don't worry, I have a solution."

"No, it's too dangerous in the forest at night. You can't see anything. Besides, there are wild animals. You must not go out."

The patriarch and the witch doctor are very solemn.

Seeing that both of them were worried about him, He Qinghuan stopped talking about going out to catch chickens at night.

Said: "Tomorrow I will take people to a few traps."

The patriarch asked: "What is a trap?"

While talking, the smell of roasted mutton, which is different from other tents, attracted several children to come and watch.

Watching the child look in, he didn't dare to disturb the envoy.

He Qinghuan waved: "Come here, what's your name?"

A little mud monkey with big eyes dawdled over shyly: "Hey, my name is mud."

He Qing laughed and said, "Mud, it really lives up to its name."

The patriarch said: "Let's talk about the trap."

He Qinghuan casually picked up a twig next to the fire, inserted a small circle on the ground, put some food in the small circle, wrapped it with a plant fiber rope and supported it with a long stick, and told the audience while demonstrating he,

When the chicken comes to peck at the food here, its head will be caught by the noose, and the wooden strip will spring up, strangling it to death.

Both the patriarch and the children watched carefully, but still expressed doubts, after all, they had never caught a chicken in this way before.

"Will you really catch it?"

He Qinghuan taught them another relatively simple trap, which is a noose with a loose buckle, but the rope must be strong to prevent the prey from breaking. Small prey can use plant fiber ropes, grass ropes, and bark ropes. But if you want to hunt bigger ones such as wild boar, sheep, roe deer, and deer, you need to use a relatively strong rope.

Today's hunters use steel wire, which is inconspicuous and strong in the forest. It's good to set a trap and wait a day or two to go up the mountain to see it.

Put this live rope buckle on the path that the animals pass by. When the animal walks forward, its head will stick into the live rope buckle, and it will be caught in the head. The more it struggles, the tighter it becomes, and it will never escape.

He Qinghuan saw the hopeful light in the eyes of the patriarch and the children, and they all set a trap eager to try.

The two children happily ran back to their tents, happily teaching their family members the method told by the divine envoy.

They can be caught without facing the prey, and the important thing is that women and children can also go to the forest to set traps and catch small game.

Even if you can't catch big prey, such as chickens, rabbits, bamboo rats, and foxes, it is still enough for the whole family to eat, which is better than going hungry.

The mother of the two children knew this method, thought it was good, she could try it, and immediately went out to make an appointment with a few good mothers,

Going to try it tomorrow in a nearby forest.

Especially when the women in the families whose men were injured heard it, they wished it would be dawn immediately.

When it was dark, I heard from Xiao Hua, and the angel said that the injured family members would eat pheasant and stewed Panax notoginseng, and the recovery would be fast.

Women feel sorry for their men. Men are the main force in hunting in this era. With nearly ten men missing, the danger of hunting has increased a lot. They all look forward to recovering health soon.

He Qinghuan cooked the mutton, sprinkled the seasoning from the instant noodles he brought, and the strong smell of braised beef noodles wafted throughout the camp.

The boy was also awakened by the smell, and He Qinghuan gave him instant noodles and Sanqi wild vegetable soup.

I didn't dare to give him mutton, because mutton is hot, and it is very nourishing. The wound is so serious that I am afraid it will piss off.

I reached out and touched the boy's forehead, there was no fever, and the physique was really good.

The teenager looked at his stomach, it had been bandaged, and there was no blood at all. Although it still hurt, he survived.

When the wolf stretched out its claws and scratched his stomach, he didn't cry. Now, holding a stone bowl and drinking the invincible and delicious soup that he had never eaten before, the boy's tears suddenly rolled down.

He Qing laughed happily: "The little warrior hasn't cried all this time, why is he crying now?"

The boy said stubbornly, "It's hot."

He Qinghuan didn't expose him either: "You're crying so hard, your stomach doesn't hurt."

"It doesn't hurt." The boy said with tears in his eyes.It's embarrassing to say it hurts.

He Qinghuan patted his head: "Don't cry, eat."

The boy stuck his head. A grown-up warrior cannot be touched by others, but the other party is an envoy, so forget it.

"What's your name?"

"An Dong."

He Qinghuan had been listening to the names of spring water, spring, mud, stone, and little flower all day, and suddenly such a name came, and he felt refreshed.

"Who gave you such a name, it sounds so nice."

"My father gave it to me, because I was born in winter and it's hard to support me. I hope I can survive the first winter safely, so I'm called An Dong."

He Qinghuan looked through the light of the fire, the young man was really handsome, given time, he must be a walking hormone.

"how old are you?"

"I've had fourteen winters."

The patriarch and the witch doctor next to each other used a stone bowl and the other used a stone pot, and ate up all the mutton and wild vegetables in the pot in one go. ,

There is only one stone pot and two stone bowls at home, and it is obviously not enough for the envoy and the boy.

This is still a wealthy family. Many families only have one stone pot. The whole family cooks and eats in the stone pot. The meat and the like are barbecued. Wild vegetables that can't be grilled.

After the family finished eating, they cleaned up the stone pots and bowls. The witch doctor and the patriarch took a piece of leather with several holes, spread it on the ground, covered it with the fur that had lost its hair, and guarded the fire, ready to go to sleep.

He Qinghuan took out the sleeping bag, spread it next to the boy, and the family chatted.

It turns out that the witch doctor is 42 years old this year. She is the patriarch's aunt and the oldest person in the tribe.

The patriarch is also 26 years old this year, and he is considered middle-aged here.

The patriarch's wife and children starved to death one winter.

The patriarch is also getting older, and has never met a suitable one, so he no longer wants to get married, and has been living with A Niang.

There are about a dozen warriors in the tribe who should be adults who haven't found wives yet, and the young people are getting married first.

During the summer gathering, girls from the tribe can be exchanged for girls from other tribes.

But there are only a few girls, which is far from enough.

He Qinghuan asked, besides exchanging girls for girls, can they be exchanged for other things?

The patriarch said yes, food is the best, but most of the tribe doesn't have enough food for themselves, how can there be any extra?

He Qinghuan remained silent. He is an outsider, and he has not figured out the specific situation and can't give guidelines. After doing more research, let's go step by step.

There was silence in the tent, and I slowly fell asleep.