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Chapter 33 Murals
Hutou licked his lips and said, "She ate so much and still looks normal, which means that these plants are edible."

Wolf Claw immediately agreed: "Let's taste it one by one, even if it's poisonous, it won't kill us."

The men had already regarded the half Thunderbird as their own food, and began to figure out how to share it.

This is also an unwritten rule in the tribe. Whoever distributes the food belongs to him, but if that person does not finish eating, the rest should be shared by others. If you want to save it for breakfast the next day, this kind of thing is not right. existing.

I just think I can't eat enough, so what's the reason?

Lin Yu knew that he couldn't keep his breakfast, so he simply did it himself, tore the remaining half of the bird into small pieces, and distributed them to everyone.

Tiger Tongue is a master chef. He has roasted meat for many years. He has already mastered the control of the heat. The roasted meat is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. He is in charge of grilling meat.

He thought that no one knew more about barbecue than him, until he put the piece of meat that Lin Yu gave him into his mouth.

The meat is so tender that it almost melts in your mouth like tofu. If it’s just like this, Tiger Tongue thinks it can do it. He chews carefully, and every time he chews, there will be a unique aroma overflowing from the meat, delicate and long, full of layers .

So delicious!
Everyone was savoring this rare delicacy carefully, only finding the aroma pleasant and intoxicating, but unable to describe the specific taste.

Because they have never tasted anything in this life, the taste they know best is the sweetness, sourness, bitterness, and astringency of the fruit, and even the salty taste is a luxury. Switch to some coarse salt, which is also bitter.

It was the first time for them to taste such a rich taste. The aroma permeated between their lips and teeth made them feel at a loss for words, so they could only keep admiring: "It's delicious! It's so delicious!"

Hutong couldn't help asking, "How did you do it?"

Orchid quickly replied: "I know! It's a plant! Some flowers and plants can be cooked with food and can increase the fragrance. This is called... called..."

She forgot that fresh vocabulary for a while, Zhang Tian reminded her: "Spice."

"Yes!" Lan Hua clapped her hands, "That's the name!"

Lin Yu glanced at Zhang Tian in surprise. She remembered that when she taught the women to identify plants, he should not have been there. How could she know this term?

Maybe Lan Hua told him... She immediately thought of a reasonable explanation.

The eyes of the tiger's tongue were shining, and he was keenly aware that these plants called spices could improve his cooking skills. When the next tribal meeting was held, he might be able to amaze everyone and win the favor of countless women.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly asked Lin Yu for advice.

It is rare for these primitive people to be so eager to learn, Lin Yu did not hold back, and patiently explained to Hutong what he had told the women.

At this time, she saw Zhang Tian standing up suddenly, walking out of the cave first, followed by Xiao Xiao, and then, more and more people left the cave and went outside to look up at the sky.

He seemed to be the leader yesterday... Is he really the priest of the tribe?

After learning the secrets of spices, Tiger Tongue happily went there.

There were only some children and a few old people left in the cave, and Grandma was among them. She held a torch, asked the children to bring some charcoal to her, and was drawing something against the wall.

It was only then that Lin Yu noticed that there were simple murals painted on the walls of the deeper cave. The light was dim, and the charcoal outlined black lines. It was really not easy to find if you didn't get closer and look carefully.

She walked over to Grandma and watched her draw a circle with charcoal.

Grandma said: "Good things will be recorded. Every painting on this wall has brought good changes to our tribe."

Lin Yu naturally didn't understand, but she did. She has seen too many similar paintings. In the past, she was looking at the ruins excavated by archaeologists. A few simple lines can lead to countless guesses. Painting is much easier to understand.

The thing made up of two thin lines should be a fishing rod, the thing made up of a flat circle and a vertical line should be a spinning wheel, and the thing made up of a semicircle and a straight line should be a bow and arrow—these are all found in tribes Things are easy to think of.

As for the one on the new painting, it can only be soap.

Seeing the primitive people cherishing and painting the things they made on the wall, she felt a little complicated.

Will it be excavated 1 years later, and some archaeologists will stare at this circle in a daze, guessing whether it draws the sun or a bird's egg?
Thinking of this, Lin Yu couldn't help laughing, thinking: Maybe even if they were killed, they wouldn't have thought that this circle represented soap, right?
Noticing something unusual, she gestured to her mother and asked, "Are the fishing rods, spinning wheels, and bows and arrows just made?"

The handwriting of these three paintings is very new, and they should have been painted in recent days.

Mom nodded.

Lin Yu's expression suddenly became strange.

"Who did it?"

"sky."

"Where did God know how to make these things?"

"It is the guidance of the ancestors."

Grandma pointed to the sky outside the cave and said.

Lin Yu was silent. She looked away and looked at the deeper cave wall. There were spears, axes, bone needles, bamboo baskets painted on the cave wall...the charcoal marks were dim, obviously painted many years ago.

She suddenly widened her eyes, and emotions such as doubt, panic, and disbelief crawled up her cheeks.

She asked eagerly, "Mama, can I go inside and have a look?"

Grandma held a torch and led her into the depths of the cave. The beating fire light illuminated the murals hidden in the darkness, and pictures of giant beasts appeared in front of their eyes.

A mammoth with a nose reaching to the ground, a one-horned woolly rhinoceros, a saber-toothed tiger with long fangs... lifelike and lifelike, as if mocking her ignorance and innocence...

Lin Yu felt dizzy for a while. These giant beasts were drawn with charcoal, and the handwriting was very dim. They may have a history of tens or hundreds of years, but they are definitely not tens of thousands of years old!

No wonder, no wonder... She understood, she should have understood.

But she still had a little luck, and asked while gesturing: "Do these beasts still exist?"

Grandma smiled and ruthlessly snuffed out her last hope.

If you can't go back, you can only be a savage in this life.

Lin Yu's mood fell to the bottom, and he suddenly laughed at himself.

She remembered that she used to complain to her friends, saying that the greatest sorrow of archaeologists is that their conjectures can never be proven. If history is a little girl who can be dressed up, then prehistory is the incomplete evolution of Australopithecus. In many cases it is not even possible to distinguish between male and female.

If archaeologists were given a chance to go back in time to verify their conjectures with their own eyes, the price would be that they would never be able to come back. She believed that most people would gladly go there, including herself.

So, people can't set up flags indiscriminately, God knows how to fulfill wishes.

Is it really here now, Xinran?

Not at all, she just felt so fucked up!

Why me, isn't my mentor much more senior than me?
she thought gloomily.

(End of this chapter)