my angel

Chapter 8 Everyone Comes to Eat Pheasant

Bai Fucheng nodded repeatedly. "You graduated from that university?"

He Qinghuan mentioned the name of a medical university, and Bai Fucheng said, "It's very famous. It's been famous for decades."

"When did you pass it on?"

"Oh, it's all tears when I say it."

The two chatted while building the toilet.

Soon, He Qinghuan learned about the history of Bai Fucheng.

three years ago.

Bai Fucheng is a special soldier who accidentally fell through a space-time tunnel during a mission in the tropical rainforest and came here.

When I passed through, I saw a saber-toothed tiger attacking the warriors of the Big Bear tribe. Baifucheng had never seen such a big tiger.

Instinctively, he took out the gun, grabbed it with his hand, and shot it straight between the eyebrows. The saber-toothed tiger pounced on him, gasped a few times, and then died.

But the former patriarch was bitten by a saber-toothed tiger, lost too much blood, and died.

Before he died, he handed over the Big Bear Tribe and his own son to him.

Since then, under the leadership of Bai Fucheng, the Big Bear Tribe has been full of vitality. When they meet small tribes, they will unite, and when they meet strong tribes, they will be subdued. Up to now, the Big Bear Tribe has more than 500 people, which is more than the mountain tribe.

The Gaoshan Tribe is a small tribe. Yesterday when they saw the Big Bear Tribe, they were taken aback. The Big Bear Tribe has a bad reputation, which is why they caused unnecessary losses.

One morning a toilet took shape.

He Qinghuan said: "I have to eat lunch, if I don't eat I'll be so hungry."

Bai Fucheng smiled: "Look at your small body, you must not be hungry."

"Can you speak seriously? You always have a hooligan aura."

"Isn't this caring about you? Well, can I change it?"

The two returned to the patriarch's tent. The witch doctor went out in the morning to look at the injured warriors in turn, and fed them dandelions, reed roots, and hot water boiled from willow buds. Medicine for fire.

The patriarch observed for a while, and felt that Bai Fucheng had no malicious intentions, so he went out to hunt.

Bai Fucheng killed the chicken, and He Qinghuan was helping at the side. Two people were much faster than one.

Hot water was sitting in the stone pot all the time, and soon, at 01:30, the people in the tent had stewed chicken with Panax notoginseng again.

One chicken is definitely not enough for four people, so He Qinghuan ordered instant noodles again.

Bai Fucheng stabbed: "It's so delicious, I haven't eaten it for a long time."

He Qinghuan felt happy when he saw him eating deliciously. Everyone who cooks thinks this way. If everyone likes to eat the food they make, they will be happy. , really depressed.

After lunch, the toilet was built, and some women went to see if the traps set in the morning had caught prey.

Some people continue to weave with the remaining reeds, which are about the size of a mattress and finish.

He Qinghuan asked her why did you make up this?

The woman said, "Lay it on the floor and sleep warmly."

He Qinghuan nodded and praised her, "I didn't even think about it, it can be used as a mattress."

The woman was praised by the angel, but she was shy and asked again: "What is a mattress?"

He Qinghuan explained that the bed is a shelf off the ground, covered with wooden planks to prevent moisture, and then covered with mattresses, it is warmer and more comfortable.

This woman is a flower, and she is also the one who helps with the work in the morning.

So He Qinghuan arranged for Chunhua to lead the children and women to cut reeds, and then weaved reed mats to make mattresses.

Sleeping on animal skins at night is uncomfortable, and it is easy to get damp and cold. After a long time, it is easy to get rheumatism and arthritis.

The short lifespan of primitive people has a lot to do with these basic living conditions being too simple.

The camp was full of heat, women and old people were busy weaving their own mattresses, and children were running back and forth to transport reeds.

Women came back from the woods one after another, carrying the prey caught in the trap in their hands, chatting happily. ,

You can eat notoginseng stewed chicken at night, and stewed hare is also good.

He Qinghuan saw the spectacular scene of women plucking hair in the camp, and opened his mouth in surprise.

He stopped what he was doing and called everyone over.

Let Chuncao, the woman who spoke loudly and caught a fat pheasant, go to the patriarch's tent to boil the water.

Taking advantage of this time, He Qinghuan told them that chicken is a good food for warming and nourishing. It is suitable for injured people, postpartum weak people, weak people, children and women. We should eat more chicken in the future. become better.

Also, animal livers are good for the eyes, don’t throw them away, they should be stewed in soup and eaten together in the future, or roasted.

Fresh roe deer liver, deer liver, tell my man, just kill it on the spot and eat it separately, it tastes sweet and is very good for the eyes.

People in the tribe threw away most of the animal's internal organs because of the peculiar smell, and only ate the heart.

After a while, the spring grass brought the stone pot with the leaves of the plants.

He Qinghuan personally demonstrated to them how to kill chickens correctly. The water temperature should be just opened, and the chicken feet and heads should stay for a while while still submerged in it.

The big hairs are plucked first, and they are kept as ornaments on the head. The pheasant feathers are very beautiful, shining like peacock feathers.

It was quickly snatched by a woman.

Then pluck the small hairs, keep the small hairs, and wait for the winter to make clothes and quilts to keep warm.

Chicken feet are also edible. They are stewed soft and rich in collagen protein, which is very beautiful.

"What does beauty mean?"

"Beautiful skin is good for the skin, no wrinkles, forever young, not old."

"Really?" Women of any time know beauty by the feathers they wear on their heads.

Because pheasants are difficult to catch, there are not many women wearing pheasant feathers.

"Yes, pig's trotters, sheep's trotters, and deer's hooves all have the same effect. Don't throw them away in the future. If you stew them overnight, you can eat even the hardest hooves."

At this time, the primitive people were able to hunt roe deer and deer from time to time. These rare and nourishing animals were a hundred times happier than later generations.

Just don't know how to eat.

He Qinghuan explained in detail how to eat offal, chicken blood, and chicken intestines.

The eyes of the women are shining, the men can eat when they come back at night, and the prey hunted by the tribe can be saved until tomorrow.

He Qinghuan added: "No matter what prey the warriors catch at night, they will be stewed in a stone pot after dinner, stewed all night, and wild vegetables will be added tomorrow morning. Eat it in one pot.

Because stewing is better than roasting, the nutrients of food can be absorbed by the body.Especially when food is scarce. "

He Qinghuan gave the chicken stew to the women, while Bai Fucheng led the old man to repair the toilet.

The pit has been dug, and He Qinghuan is asked to go and have a look.

Because the site He Qinghuan chose was on a slope, when digging a hole, he could take advantage of the slope behind to save effort.

As a result, the excavated slope was linked with the back slope, as if the entire back slope had become a pit for toilets.

He Qinghuan said: "The pit is too big, I'm afraid children will fall in, so it's better to cover it with a wooden plank."

Bai Fucheng said, "Lend me your knife." "

"Your own special forces, no knives?"

| "Oh, I lost it when I came here. I only have a gun, and the bullets are almost used up. I dare not use it anymore."

He Qinghuan had no choice but to take it out, "Okay, use it carefully."

Bai Fucheng went happily. He took a suitable straight piece of wood from the camp, stood it up and split it in the middle with a knife, and then hit it with stones on both sides. The wood split in the middle and became two semicircles. Using this method, I split four of them and placed them on both sides of the big pit. I looked at it myself and nodded, very good.

I have been here for two or three years, and I have never thought about building a toilet. I can solve it behind any tree. This is probably the difference between attacking and receiving.

How to distinguish between male and female?

He Qinghuan asked Shi Shi to take the children to pick a lot of flowers and put them at the door of the women's bathroom. Do women love beauty?

A man knows it when he sees it.

He Qinghuan asked Bai Fucheng to make two wooden shovels, and they had to be buried when they were large, because they were close to the camp to avoid odors.

This is basically qualified.

The patriarch returned with forty warriors, carrying four prey, two sheep and two roe deer.

Before entering the camp, I smelled a strong aroma, which was different from the previous food.

The prey the men hunted today was exhausting, and now the hungrier aunt called.

The women went up to greet their men, excitedly talking about what they did today, and mysteriously saying that there would be delicious food tonight.

The whole camp swept away the gloomy atmosphere of yesterday, and was filled with a cheerful and warm atmosphere.

Because there was a lot of food today, the offal was thrown aside by the warriors, and He Qinghuan packed it up.

"My lord, what do you want to eat deliciously?"

Chunhua took the meat from her family and asked He Qinghuan with great interest.

"To make smoked sausage, these are all good things, but it takes a lot of effort to pack them up. After they are done, I will leave it to everyone to do."

Chunhua happily agreed and went home.

Bai Fucheng didn't have enough stewed chicken with Panax notoginseng for lunch, so he killed another chicken and stewed it at night.

When I came back, I cleaned the internal organs together with He Qinghuan in the small river.

He Qinghuan watched him fiddling with those livers and lungs with a disgusted expression, but did not touch the intestines and stomach pouch, and said, "Go and build me a smoker. If there is any leftover meat in the future, there is no way to store it, so you have to eat it." Made into bacon and bacon."

Bai Fucheng happily agreed, and asked the patriarch to explain that it was an envoy's order to make a smoker.

As soon as the patriarch heard that it was for food, he immediately called a few warriors to move stones and live mud.

When He Qinghuan came back after packing up the intestines and internal organs, there were already enough stones and mud.

He Qinghuan asked the witch doctor for salt, but the witch doctor looked at him and said, "There's not much left." "

"Give it to me."

The witch doctor reluctantly took out a handful.

He Qinghuan looked at her: "It's gone?"

The old lady spread her hands, "It's gone."

How can this be enough to marinate the internal organs of four prey?

Salt is an essential commodity.

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