Prehistoric Woman Age

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    Skinny Tuwa, who looks like a veteran who is used to doing chores. As long as An'er gave an instruction, he could quickly understand her needs and do it to her satisfaction.

    An'er took the giant bear that had long been peeled and had its paws removed, divided it into ten pieces, marinated each one with the seasoning prepared by herself, and the piles of charcoal had already been burned. But she and Xiao Xue'er only have two hands, and it's really difficult to bake these dozen pieces of bear meat, each of which is worth a whole sheep.

    She said to Tuwa, who was busy adding charcoal to the five fires, her face flushed, "Tuwa, can you help me find some helpers to barbecue? You can send a small piece of barbecue!"

    Tuwa's eyes lit up, not for the sake of being able to eat an extra piece of meat, but for the benefit of the surviving clansmen in the tribe. Before he had time to speak, a disgusting strong man who had been wandering for a long time, hurriedly approached, wagging his tail and flatteringly said: "I am the best at barbecue! I can roast two meats at the same time with my left and right hands..."

    An'er saw that his eyes were very small, with many whites and small eyeballs, a slumped nose and a big mouth. She didn't judge people by their appearance, but saw his blinking eyes and didn't like him intuitively. She frowned, and just as she was about to say something, Tuwa jumped up like a kitten whose tail had been trampled on: "Why are you like this! The people who asked me to help you find help! "

    "Go, go!" The strong man stretched out his hand and staggered him, laughed, and said to An'er: "Who is it to help? I promise you, I will never steal it. of…"

    A mouthful of yellow teeth. A disgusting bad breath came on her face, An'er took two steps back in disgust, lowered her eyes and said, "I have already handed over the job of finding a cook to Tuwa, how can I easily go back? Tuwa, don't hurry up. Looking for someone? However, people are not just random. First of all, you must love cleanliness. There must be no odor. You need to be able to barbecue!

    The strong man's expression froze, and there was a fierce light in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it. He saw no benefit. Wandered elsewhere.

      The kind-hearted clansmen who died, said: "Ding Ding, find ten people who can barbecue and follow me, hurry up!"

    Ding Ding is a woman in her twenties, and she is tall in the tribe. Her man and child died in the beast tide, after she managed to escape. See a Tuwa who is similar to his dead son. Just saved him.

    She didn't know the benefit of helping, thinking that the people who came to cook at Taiya were too busy, so she enthusiastically helped Zhang Luo to find someone. Most of the clansmen in the primitive tribes are mainly roasted, and roasted meat is not difficult for them.

    Ding Ding chose three women and six men. In terms of care. In the tribe, it is generally women who serve food, and women are better at roasting meat. However, among the more than 60 people who escaped this time, except for her, there were only seven women, and the other four were all wounded.

    Tuwa saw that the people Ding Ding chose were usually more clean, and they were in line with An'er's requirements, so she led them to An'er: "Well... look at these Are you okay?"

    An'er glanced at these slightly nervous people and said with a smile: "My name is An'er, you can just call me by my name. You guys, each holding a piece of barbecue , put it on the fire and roast it. This big sister, can you help me wash the rice?" The big sister in her mouth was Ding Ding.

    Ding Ding didn't say a word, picked up a rice bag with nearly 50 pounds in one hand, and a clay pot that was not light in the other, and asked, "Where to wash?"

    An'er stepped on the thick snow, led the way in front, and said as she walked: "There is a small river over there, the spring water that flows from the cave in the back mountain, warm in winter and cool in summer . Just chip away at the ice above and that's it!"

    "Ding Ding, wait a minute!" Tuwa caught up, held it in her hand for a long time, put half a steamed bun that was browned on the fire, put it into her hand, and said, "This is for you to eat ! Eat so much energy to work!"

    This half of the steamed bun, An Er saw that Da Er gave it to him. In the case of extreme hunger, the little guy was able to hold back his craving for food, and gave the only food in his hand to others. The quality must be good, and he can focus on training.

    Ding Ding was also hungry all day, but she still pushed the steamed bun back and smiled brightly: "There will be barbecue in a while, so let's keep this for you!"

    Tuwa broke the steamed bun, which was not big at first, into two halves, stuffed the big half into Ding Ding's hand that put down the pot, and ran back quickly.

    "You eat what he gave you!" An'er stopped Dingding, who wanted to catch up, and asked, "This child is really good, didn't his parents escape? "

    Ding Ding ate the steamed buns in three or two mouthfuls, licked her lips, and said, "Tuwa is the child of the patriarch, his mother was ill and did not want to drag the man and son down, and died in the fire Five days ago, when the patriarch led us hunting, he encountered a beast swarm. In order to cover his clan to escape, he died in the swarm of beasts. I think it's very pitiful that he just lost his parents. During the process of escape, he was able to take care of him. Take care of him when you are there. I didn't expect this child to be grateful!"

    The stream that flows from the cold spring is not far away, and the time has come. An'er took out a dagger and bent down with difficulty to chisel ice. Seeing this, Ding Ding said: "I'll do it, you are inconvenient! You have a big belly, why did the Atayal Patriarch ask you to come out to help?"

    An'er handed the dagger into her hand, reminding her to be careful not to cut her hand, and then said: "There are so many new refugees in the tribe, and there are not enough people, how can I live at home? Ah. Others can't help, but I can still help with cooking!"

    Ding Ding poked a few times on the ice, breaking the thick layer of ice with her hands. Use a jar to scoop up water, and quickly wash the bag of rice with your hands and feet. Holding a clay pot filled with rice, she walked towards the rising fire.

    At this time, piles of bonfires were raised, and the women and children of the Atayal tribe had already started cooking. An'er looked around and found that the others had also recruited a lot of fugitives for help. Although there was a lot of food, the manpower was not so tight.

    "Does the diced meat here need to be washed?" Ding Ding put down the clay pot containing the rice, picked up another pot next to her, and asked.

    An'er shook her head and said, "That's the diced meat that has been washed. If you wash it again, I'm afraid the smell of the meat inside will be washed away. Ding Ding, go and clean it up. These clay pots are all filled with water."

    Ding Ding agreed and walked away with the clay pot in one hand. The other nine people, sitting around the fire with smiles on their faces, kept roasting the bear meat in their hands, chatting a word or two from time to time. Although he was still sitting on the snow in the open air, he was much warmer because of the fire. It's a pity that only ten people can be used, otherwise it would be good to call a few more clansmen to come over and bake the fire.

    Seeing these people beside the fire, An'er's face that had been bruised from the cold, regained a touch of ruddy. She glanced at the refugees who were shrinking in the snow not far away, and sighed slightly. He said loudly: "Below the snow outside the city gate, there is wood that has been burned by the forest fire, which can be used as fuel. If you feel cold, you can bring it back to make a fire!"

    The refugees looked at the sky, and some time before it got dark, someone walked towards the city gate. Almost every tribe sent some clansmen to carry charcoal.

    At this moment, Yingye ran over on a brown-yellow horse, looked at the people walking towards the city gate, and asked strangely, "Where are they going?"

    An'er put lard in the hot clay pot and said, "Go and bring charcoal to the fire! At night, if there is a fire, the chance of freezing to death is much less. What? You are also here to recruit labor?"

     Isn't it cold? I think you should leave this to Xiao Xue'er and go back to rest!"

    An Er gave him a glare and said: "Is it made of pottery, it will break when touched! It's fine, it's been five or six months, and more exercise is still good for production! You Hurry up and do your work, stop the ink!"

    Yingye jumped on the horse again, came to the center of the refugee settlement, and said loudly: "Our patriarch is going to chop bamboo and thatch on the territory of the Tiger Clan, and help you build a snow-proof shed. Yes. If you have the ability to work, follow me! Those who cheat and play tricks and want to be lazy will be kicked out of the tribe if they have nothing to eat at night!"

    His last sentence dispelled some people's crooked thoughts, and most of the refugees still understood it very well: "The Atayal tribe cut down trees and built grass huts, all for us, and we should help of!"

    After Ying Ye left with three or four hundred people, most of the entire camp was empty, leaving only the old, the weak, the disabled, and the snow all over the place. It felt a little desolate.

    When the smell of meat porridge and roasted meat wafted over the camp, the first group of refugees carrying bamboo and thatch had returned. The Biqing River is frozen, and across the river, a little further north is a bamboo forest, with many thatchs and reeds growing along the Biqing River. With three or four hundred Atayal people slashing and slashing, and with the help of tiger warriors, the efficiency is not ordinary. The refugees are only responsible for carrying.

    Smell the fragrant barbecue smell and the meat porridge that makes people drool. In order to be able to eat these in their mouths earlier, everyone worked harder.

    The bamboos are put up one by one, and the bales of thatch are piled up into mountains. Everyone worked together, and soon all the bamboos and thatch that were used to build the hut were moved back. The people who were originally staying in the camp did not gather around to ask for the food when the food was cooked. They sat around the bonfire that had risen, looked at the real fragrance, and swallowed silently...