my angel

He Qinghuan asked, "Are you hungry again?"

An Dong shook his head, he had already had such delicious food for dinner, how could he want to eat again.

It's normal not to be full, and I'm used to being hungry, but the smell of fresh and sweet chicken soup is too gluttonous.

He Qinghuan sprinkled a little bit of salt on the chicken blood just now, the salt had already solidified, carefully slipped it into the broth, and split it into small pieces with a knife.

After a while, it changed from bright red to dark red, and it was poured out piece by piece with his own stainless steel spoon. The tender and smooth chicken blood came to An Dong tremblingly, "Taste it."

An Dong has never seen such food before. They usually rush to drink the blood of animals when they are hunting, and they would never think that it will turn into lumps.

An Dong carefully picked up a piece, but the tender one couldn't be picked up, He Qinghuan said: "You wait."

Picking up a branch, with a few clicks of the saber, he cut out a thing similar to the so-called spoon in his hand.

It's just that the front prototype is a flat plate, not concave.

But this is already very easy to use, you can use the round plate on the other end to dig and eat.

An Dong took a sip: "It's delicious."

While he was eating, He Qinghuan put the remaining chicken blood into another stone bowl and handed it to him.

An Dong felt embarrassed; "I won't eat."

"Eat what you can and make up for it. You've lost so much blood, even a chicken doesn't have much blood. Eat it."

An Dong learned new knowledge: What to eat to make up for yourself.

Seeing the stone bowl sticking in front of him, and the tender and delicious chicken blood in the bowl, An Dong took the stone bowl and began to eat it with big mouthfuls.

To be honest, the half bowl just now was not enough at all, it just made the gluttons even more greedy.

After eating the chicken blood, the two of them lay down to sleep until dawn.

The witch doctor and the patriarch were awakened by the scent of three to seven tons of pheasants that filled the tent. Looking at a group of chickens clucking in the corner of the tent, they opened their eyes wide and exchanged glances: "The envoy really went to catch the chickens last night. and they are all alive!"

They have never caught a living thing, because the weapons they use are long wooden sticks and short wooden sticks, so they can only go up and smash wildly. Basically, except for those who escaped, all the remaining ones were smashed to death.

After a night of simmering, the chicken is almost rotten at the touch, and the soup is thick and viscous, exuding an attractive aroma.

The patriarch didn't care about washing, and called softly: "My lord, my lord, my lord,"

He Qinghuan hummed.

The head of the patriarch, the God Envoy, opened his eyes ignorantly with his fair face, and sighed secretly: "The God Envoy is really more beautiful than all the women I have ever seen." ' It's absolutely dare not to offend, say it,

"Can we have chicken?"

"Okay, eat it, don't forget to sprinkle some salt before eating." When the meat is stewed, the salt will be put in early, and the meat will never be stewed.

There is a famous boiled mutton dish in Lanzhou, which is boiled in white water and then sprinkled with salt when it comes out of the pan. It is extremely delicious.

The patriarch, the witch doctor, and the young man An Dong were the same as last night, two bowls and one pot, but with a conscience, they put a pot in He Qinghuan's small stainless steel pot, and then started eating.

"Aniang, I've never eaten such a delicious chicken."

The witch doctor nodded: "Master God Envoy is indeed here to save our tribe."

Thirty-seven tons of pheasant is also a very popular dish in modern times, let alone in the barbaric era.

The three of them felt full of strength after eating.

The patriarch went out contentedly after eating to assign today's tasks.

The tribe usually eats two meals, one meal before going out for breakfast, so that they can have the strength to carry out the activities of the day, and eat the prey that they have caught that day at night.

Breakfast is usually the food that women and children gather and hunt, and there are very few leftovers.

At noon, when I was hungry, I picked some wild vegetables and fruits to satisfy my hunger. Now it is spring and I can only eat some wild vegetables, but those wild vegetables are eaten raw, with various tastes, bitter, astringent, sour, numb, and rarely fresh Refreshing ones, and some wicked ones with thorns.

The patriarch stood in the open space in the center of the camp, looking around to see if there was anything unusual.

There was green smoke coming out of the woods in the southeast corner, and suddenly, the patriarch frowned

"Spring, spring water, spring trees, rocks!"

Several people who heard the patriarch's loud voice came forward one after another.

The patriarch pointed to the green smoke in the distance: "Go somewhere to see what's going on, don't be discovered, don't start a conflict if you are discovered."

Yesterday the tribe was seriously injured. If a larger tribe came, the Gaoshan tribe would definitely suffer.

"Be careful."

The four agreed, took the sticks, and left quickly.

Watching them leave, the patriarch looked down and saw a bit of blood on the ground from the chicken slaughter last night. Although most of it was collected by He Qinghuan into the stone bowl, it was inevitable that some dripped outside in the dark. The patriarch stretched out his foot to bury some soil.

He Qinghuan, who was washing up, saw this and immediately understood that the beasts here had a hundred times more sensitive sense of smell than humans, and a little blood was enough to attract wild beasts to attack.

"sorry."

The patriarch said: "Just kill another chicken and let me come." At the same time, the long chicken feathers are collected, which can be used as decorations for women and children to make them happy.

Small bits and pieces ready to be buried or thrown away.

He Qinghuan said: "Don't throw them away, these small ones can be sewn into clothes to keep warm when it's cold in winter."

The patriarch looked at the tiny chicken feathers. They wrapped the whole animal skin around their bodies to keep warm, but how did they get the fine chicken feathers on their bodies?

But since the envoy has ordered it, let's collect it.

He Qinghuan, holding a stainless steel pot, squatted at the mouth of the tent to watch the patriarch assign today's tasks.

After counting the number of warriors, there were only forty in total, excluding one who died yesterday and eight who were injured.

Today, there are two strong women participating. The women just have an extra piece of animal skin around the chest than the men.

It's quite an improvement.

You must know that in Africa today, the so-called origin of human beings, the local indigenous women also live naked.

He Qinghuan thought too much, it was only because it was cold in early spring, and in summer, he realized that everyone only wore a small piece of leather.

At that time, He Qinghuan was forced to invent fabric.

Because the patriarch had just discovered that Qingyan had traces of human activities, he didn't know whether it was an enemy or a friend, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

But there is no edible food in the clan, and if they don't go hunting, they will be hungry at night.

After eating, the women and children went to pick and trap in the nearby woods.

The patriarch told them not to go far, so that they could see the camp as a boundary.The women left with the children, and the old man stayed to guard the camp.

When He Qinghuan finished his breakfast, the four warriors came back and brought back a strong man.

He Qinghuan was holding an empty stainless steel pot, and wanted to go to the small river below to wash it, when he saw the man in sunshine walking towards him.

A waistcoat with fur and a leather skirt underneath, the color of a saber-toothed tiger.

The bronze limbs are exposed, fully displaying the master's muscles.

A huge canine tooth is attached to a leather strap around the neck.

The sun cast a golden light on him. ,

He Qinghuan felt dizzy and hinted to himself: I have hypoglycemia, which was caused by poor blood supply when I stood up.

The dizzy man approached, his facial features were as tough as ax chopping with a knife, three-dimensional and deep, just like the Greek god of beauty David.

He Qinghuan's beauty god.Other people's beauty god is Venus.

There are only two words in my mind: the perfect combination of strength and beauty.

Bai Fucheng looked at the "Master God Envoy" who was holding a small pot on the hillside and looked at him stupidly, which was beautiful, cute and cute,

There are only two words on the fair face: "So handsome." A typical nympho face.

Bai Fucheng suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, approached him, and looked into his eyes:

"There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent.

Regardless of the city, consider the country.

Ning doesn't know, it's hard to get a beautiful woman again with a beautiful city and a beautiful country? "

He Qinghuan's legs were already weak from his dark and deep eyes, and when he heard this poem again, oh my god.

The small pot fell to the ground, and Gulu got out of the way, unable to speak: "You, you"

You also wear it?How many years have you been wearing it?How did you wear it? . . . .

Huge surprise, meeting old acquaintances in a foreign country, tears in tears when fellow villagers see fellow villagers.

Bai Fucheng embraced, passionately gave a resounding kiss, and kissed it on the lips.

He Qinghuan was startled and frightened, and before he could break free, he had already left there.

Hastily touched his lips, as if to wipe off the strong kiss just now, but the pheromones of the domineering man were deeply imprinted in his bones.

Damn, fuck it, my first kiss!How can it be so casual and quick?

Bai Fucheng laughed loudly, and looked at He Qinghuan who was glaring angrily: "What's your name? How old are you?"

He Qinghuan's self-esteem also rose: "Why should I tell you!" Even if you grow up to be my favorite, you can't be so casual!

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me, because in this world, only you and I come from the same place."

After all, he raised his eyebrows, as bad as he wanted.

He Qing happily bent down to pick up his small pot, and went to the small river to wash.

Bai Fucheng laughed loudly from behind.

The four warriors led Bai Fucheng to the patriarch: "This is our patriarch, Dashan."

Bai Fucheng stretched out his right hand to show that he didn't have a weapon in his hand, and Da Shan also stretched out his right hand to hold each other.

This is how the handshake was developed. Showing the other party your right hand means that you have no weapons and are safe.

An interim peace agreement was reached.