Reflect the world

Chapter 258 Ripe Blood Oats (Part [-])
"Quick, what are you doing standing there dumbfounded? Quickly move the beast's legs over here."

"Bloodletting bloodletting, ehhhhhhhhhh! You silly boy, although the selected blood has been extracted, but the blood also contains a lot of essence, don't fucking waste it, pack it in a stone bucket."

"Hurry up, hurry up, you can eat one by one, and you are frowning when you are working, so hurry up and move."

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The old patriarch's mouth was like a continuous cannon, which made a group of monkeys and women in the tribe quickly divide and cooperate.

One after another of the prey was quickly decomposed and cut up, the blood was collected by category, and stone buckets were placed one after another.

The biggest turtle-like beast was disemboweled and cooked in a stone cauldron, and the rich meaty aroma wafted over the entire tribe.

A group of half-grown children swallowed wildly while doing their work in a hurry.

The whole tribe was in a joyful atmosphere. The old witch doctor surrounded a huge black stone cauldron. The flames below were boiling and hot. Put a little herbal medicine into the stone cauldron.

The stone cauldron in front of him did not emit a strong smell of meat, but many adult hunters in the tribe were staring at it, obviously extremely nervous.

Tang Xuanming was standing next to the old witch doctor, also looking there nervously.

What rolled in the stone cauldron was not animal meat, but blood oats that had just been harvested.

After a full month and a half of training in the wilderness, during this period, the ferocious beast blood essence was continuously sent back to the tribe, and a batch of blood oats had been fully matured.

In the tribe, half an acre of blood oats has matured this time, and the next time it will be planted, it will be enough to support the food of the entire tribe. Of course, it is quite difficult to make them mature, and it requires a large amount of beast blood, or a large amount of spirit.

Before the tribe has mastered the method of gathering the essence of heaven and earth, all the hunters of the tribe need to go hunting continuously in order to truly cultivate the blood oats that support the survival of the whole tribe.

"How long will it take to cook? Is your cooking method useful?"

"Boy, don't question me. When I was born, you didn't know where to play with mud?"

Don't look at the old witch doctor's old appearance, but he speaks full of anger, as if thundering.

Back then, he was also a first-class expert, unmatched in the tribe.

Even if he is old now, his muscles and bones are astonishingly strong.

Tang Xuanming kept his mouth shut rationally, not arguing with the old witch doctor.

Watching the blood oats inside the stone tripod continuously tumbling, a unique fragrance of plants came out faintly.

He couldn't help swallowing. He didn't know how long he ate meat in the wilderness. Although he could occasionally eat some berries, there were still some birds in his mouth.

In this primitive and ignorant wilderness, all kinds of materials are quite backward, and all kinds of cooking materials for later generations have disappeared in this era.

Even if Tang Xuanming came from a big foodie empire, he couldn't create things like chili, garlic, and ginger out of thin air, let alone soybeans that can make soy sauce.

The three worlds hanging above the altar have these items, but Tang Xuanming does not intend to take them out for the time being, because the conversion rate of items between different worlds is too low.

In addition, every time an oracle is issued, it seems that a large amount of power of faith is consumed. It is too wasteful to use the precious power of faith to satisfy the appetite.

On the premise that the tribe has not formally entered a well-off society and everyone has sufficient food, Tang Xuanming does not intend to change this situation.

"I have never tasted the taste of elixir in my life. I never thought that I would have the opportunity to taste it when I was about to die."

The old patriarch with a gray beard came to Tang Xuanming's back at some point. He stroked his gray beard and looked at the cauldron that the old witch doctor kept adjusting with satisfaction.

Because the elixir was extremely precious, the old witch doctor didn't dare to operate too much at one time, and with the water in the cauldron full, the elixir cooked could only be regarded as blood oatmeal at best.

With the passage of time, a little bit exudes a unique fragrance.

This kind of fragrance is not as strong as that of animal meat, but it is continuous, as if it wants to penetrate into people's hearts.

At first, only the adult hunters who knew the value of the blood oats kept looking up, and later even the busy children looked at this way from time to time, swallowing their saliva.

The fragrance of plants seems to have a unique charm, which can always attract people's attention in the first place.

Suan Li was shocked to see the blood-red oats tumbling in the stone cauldron, his eyeballs almost popped out, and he said in amazement: "Could this be a panacea? It really is a top-notch tribe."

When he first came to the Pizu tribe, he saw the simple appearance and various rough styles of the Pizu tribe. He thought it was just a small and medium-sized tribe.

For a while, he thought that his previous guess was wrong, but after careful observation, he realized the horror.

Even children in this tribe possessed a thousand jins of strength, and could easily lift heavy corpses of ferocious beasts, and the power of energy and blood displayed at will was so thick that it was frightening.

"Children are so powerful, what level of adult hunters in this tribe have reached?"

"Just why does this tribe look so dilapidated? Are all big tribes like this?"

There are doubts in my heart one after another, but it is destined that no one will answer them.

These captured hunters are like slaves in the tribe, and no one cares about their thoughts.

Even though their eyeballs were wide open, staring at all kinds of things in the tribe in horror, no one cared too much about them.

Many hunters returned around noon, but by the time all the prey were processed, the sky was already dark, the gold was falling, and the moon rabbit was hanging high.

Even after a busy day, everyone in the tribe didn't feel tired.

The small tribe is full of laughter, and a group of one-person hunters sit leisurely, eating barbecue, and talking about interesting things in the wilderness.

The old patriarch, Tang Xuanming, Pihu and others sat aside, and a bowl of slightly thin oatmeal was placed in front of everyone.

Smelling the strong aroma, Tang Xuanming couldn't help squinting his eyes, took a breath, and drank it in one sip.

The oatmeal tasted very different from the animal meat tasted in the past, and the difference between plants and animals was still obvious.

A warm feeling rose from the abdomen, and then slowly spread throughout the body.

Tang Xuanming only felt a strong energy gushing out, washing his body.

Compared with the fury and ferocity of the beast meat, this spirit is more gentle and long-lasting, slowly nourishing the body.

(End of this chapter)