By the time Yan Mo managed to peel off the skin of a large vole with unskilled techniques, it was almost evening, and the sunset glowed in the western sky, glowing brilliant red.
Many people have already prepared or are cooking dinner, and the strong aroma of barbecue can't help but drill into Yan Mo's nose.
Swallowing several mouthfuls of saliva in a row, the hard-working Kusamachi next door had already roasted the meat, and while calling the owner out for dinner, he also came over to help Yan Mo deal with another vole.
"Have you been hungry for a long time? I don't think you have much strength." Kuomachi twisted the neck of the large vole, and used a stone knife to draw a circle around the bleeding hole, cutting off the tendons connected with the skin and flesh. Pull the skin down and pull it down.
The whole vole skin was torn off like this.
The human strength here seems to be not small. Yan Mo looked at his hands, did he have no strength because he was hungry? 90% is.
Yan Mo was embarrassed to ask Cao Ding to do everything for him, so he picked up a stone knife and disemboweled the skinned field mouse. This was the capital of his previous life, and changed his body. Although it is still a little strange, the basic skills are still there.
He was a bit slow in handling the internal organs of the first field mouse, but he was much more proficient when it was the second's turn.
When Kusamachi found out, he had already dismembered a vole evenly.
"You don't need to chop it up, it's most convenient to roast such a small prairie mouse whole."
Yan Mo stopped, he was habitually planning to cut the meat into pieces to braise or stir-fry, but he forgot that there is no concept of braised and stir-fry here.
With the help of Kuomachi, another intact prairie mouse was cut open, smeared with coarse salt, and placed on the fire pit.
"The minced ones can only be used for cooking. Remember next time, it's best not to cook the meat. Our salt will become bitter when boiled in water, and it won't have that bitter taste when roasted with fire." Kuomachi sighed , Dang Yan Mo can't cook. The priest's disciple, maybe he doesn't need to cook for himself
"Salt is bitter because it contains other minerals. As long as it is boiled and filtered several times, it will be much better." Yan Mo pointed out.
Kuomachi looked at him strangely, "How many times do you cook it? What a waste? Do you know how precious salt, water, and burning grass are? Even the Yanshan people can't waste it that much. Mr. Yuan Zhan has a kind heart and asked you to use it so much." I didn’t say anything about the salt, water, or burning grass. If it was another adult, you would be starved if you didn’t get a beating.”
It turns out that the people here don't know how to get better salt, but they are reluctant? No wonder the exile guide didn't respond when he imparted knowledge.
That's right, even in the 21st century, people in many impoverished places in Huaguo are still living extremely primitive lives. It's not that they don't know how to live better, they just suffer from lack of conditions.
Yan Mo has a thick skin, so he didn't blush because of it.
It would be great if the article about geography and hydrology in the guide can be used now. With this climate and environment, maybe you can find natural salt ponds and salt lakes nearby. The temperature here is so high, and the sun is so strong during the day, boiling salt is not feasible at all Sun-dried salt method can be carried out, and the sun-dried salt method is much more environmentally friendly and economical than the boiled salt method.
But before his scum value dropped to 100 million points, it was useless to think about it.
Yan Mo originally wanted to make kebabs from the chopped rat meat, but found that there was no suitable stick, so he had to give up.
Yuan Zhan came back with a large water tank full of water. Seeing that Yan Mo was going to cook meat, he put down the water tank and kicked him, "You are not allowed to cook meat in the future. There is not so much water for you."
Kusamachi didn't dare to say a word, bowed his head and left.
Yan Mo endured silently, he had to completely change his thinking, in such a ghostly place where everything was lacking, instead of wanting to live a better life, he should think about how to live longer.
Yuan Zhan ate half a prairie rat by himself, and left half a pot of boiled meat for Yan Mo.
Yan Mo felt that Yuan Zhan probably didn't have enough to eat, and he was unwilling to give the half pot of meat to him.
Yan Mo almost pounced. As soon as Yuan Zhan agreed, he immediately climbed to the side of the stone pot and reached down to scoop up the cold boiled meat.
He was very hungry, even if it was white meat boiled in salt water with a severe bitter taste, he ate it as if he had never seen meat before, and even drank the broth.
It was already dark, Yuan Zhan carefully covered the fire pit.
Yan Mo licked his fingers and asked, "Don't you need to keep kindling?"
"There is a firepit in the clan, and there are slaves who watch it specially. From now on, you remember to get up from the firepit every morning to get fire and come back to cook, and put out the fire when you go to bed at night."
"Why don't you keep the fire yourself?"
"How do you keep it? Let the firewood burn overnight?" Yuan Zhan looked at Yan Mo with disdainful eyes, whether your brain is broken.
Yan Mo shut up again. He remembered that when he was a child, his grandparents used to burn the stove. At night, they would cover the fire in the stove with stirred thin carbon, and only poked a small hole of fire to let the coal inside burn incompletely. The fire can be kept until the next morning.
But this method is obviously not suitable for this place, and he is not proficient in it, so he has to study it further.
It seems that it is much more difficult to reduce the value of scum here than he imagined.
Yan Mo was about to give God another middle finger when Yuan Zhan grabbed his arm and dragged him directly into the tent.
Putting down Yan Mo's arm, Yuan Zhan pointed to the corner where the "garbage" was piled up, "You will sleep here from now on, those furs are yours to use."
There was no fire in the tent, it was pitch black, Yan Mo got used to it for a long time before he could vaguely see something.
Yuan Zhan turned his head and came in with a torch, and stuck it on the ground next to the stone table in the center of the tent.
Yan Mo clearly saw some small bugs on the ground quickly scattered to all directions, and then looked at the dark corner, is he going to sleep with the bugs in the future
Yuan Zhan put down the curtain of the tent, covered it, pressed the corner with a stone, turned around and looked at Yan Mo's injured leg, "Use wooden boards to tie the broken leg so that the broken bone does not move? This is a good idea, I haven't seen us The priest has used it, did the priests of the Yanshan tribe teach you?"
Yan Mo nodded, reached out and grabbed a piece of rotten fur... He swore that when he picked up the fur, no less than five bugs would definitely fall out of the fur and crawl away.
Yuan Zhan walked to his bed, untied the leather skirt and threw it on the stone table, and just sat down on the bed carelessly.
Yan Mo saw the very heavy lump under the shadow, and remained silent. Are the people here so well-developed
"What is your name?"
"Yan Mo."
"how old are you?"
"fourteen."
"Three years younger than me, but you are not even a first-class fighter, you are really useless." Yuan Zhan scratched his lower abdomen, sparing no effort to beat his slave and said: "I was a first-class fighter at the age of twelve, and I was promoted to the first-class fighter at the age of fifteen." At the second level, if there is more training and fighting, I will definitely be able to become a third-level fighter soon. At that time, I will be able to have two slaves. I will definitely choose the second slave carefully. Be beautiful and well-bred."
Yan Mo's expression cracked a little. It turned out that this guy who claimed to be his master was actually a minor kid? Primitives really matured precociously, he thought this kid was already in his twenties.
However, judging from his memory, people here are precocious. Thirteen or fourteen years old is the age that can support a family. Many people even marry wives and have children at this age. For modern people, he is still a child at this age. , but for the locals, he is already considered an adult, so seventeen years old is really a complete strong laborer here.
"My lord, if that's the case, why didn't you take in a female slave from the beginning? Just like the original sculpture next door." Yan Mo stabbed his master a little. Immediately enduring the severe pain in his legs, he pulled out pieces of rotten fur, shook them clean, and spread them on the ground.
Yan Mo didn't expect Yuan Zhan to answer him. He didn't expect Yuan Zhan to answer him: "Slaves are expensive, and if you have a slave, you will have children. I'm afraid I won't be able to support them."
After a pause, Yuan Zhan said sullenly, "I don't want to eat my own child, and I don't want to give my child to others."
Yan Mo's hand stopped, this tribe's living environment will be so harsh in winter? Not only do they eat slaves, but they also eat children who cannot be raised by their own tribe
This kind of situation does not exist in the Yanshan people. Although the Yanshan people also have the habit of cannibalism, they are richer because they are guarding the salt mines, so the winter is not too difficult. In the memory of the boy for fourteen years, the Yanshan people have never eaten a single person. . Probably because of this, his people would rather abandon him than treat him as food.
"But if I am promoted to the third-level fighter, I can support my own children." Yuan Zhan lay down, his tone turned cold: "Tomorrow is my turn to go hunting, the shortest five days, the longest ten days, there is not much food in the house , I will tell Yuan Diao, let Cao Ding take care of you, you eat less, and I will return your rations to Yuan Diao when you come back. I’m not here, don’t run around, you haven’t tattooed my mark yet, Get caught, trouble!"
"Yes, my lord."
Not long after, Yuan Zhan heard a slight snoring sound. He was physically exhausted during the day and fell asleep quickly at night.
Yan Mo lighted the light with a torch, barely made a bed, supported himself with his arms, and moved his body to the bed made of several rotten furs.
Although these rotten furs have a serious smell and are uncomfortable to poke the skin, it is better than sleeping on the cold ground.
There are a lot of rotten furs, but they are not big, and they have been piled for a long time, so they are moldy and rotted a lot. Yan Mo searched for a long time before finding one that could barely cover his stomach.
Lying down on the bed, Yan Mo let out a long breath, finally able to have a good sleep.
Once it quiets down, the surrounding sounds are also amplified, but the fur tent can't stop the sound from penetrating at all.
There is no entertainment here at night. What can every family do after dinner and return to the tent
Yan Mo listened to all kinds of original movements that were completely undisguised, and slowly closed his eyes.
Physical and psychological exhaustion made Yan Mo quickly forget the harsh environment he was in, and quickly fell asleep. Even though he was in pain in the dream until he felt cold all over, he was not willing to wake up.
As the night darkened, the temperature also dropped a little bit.
The climate here is really similar to that of a desert. It is extremely hot during the day and extremely cold at night.
Except for the injured leg that could not be curled up, Yan Mo shrank into a ball in the cold, holding himself tightly with both hands, resisting the cold and pain.
Sudden!
"Ah!" Yan Mo suddenly let out a scream, and his whole body was awakened by howling in pain.
Yuan Zhan in his sleep was startled awake, cursed and opened his eyes, got up and walked to Yan Mo's side, knelt down, grabbed his hair, and said angrily, "What's your name?"
Yan Mo was sweating all over his head and face as he hugged his injured leg.
He actually forgot the punishment the guide said, that damned burning pain!
Just now, in his sleep, he dreamed that the old priest took a burning wooden stick and branded it on his injured leg!
The dream is false, but the burning pain is real.
Seeing him like that, Yuan Zhan frowned and asked, "Does the wound hurt?"
Yan Mo's consciousness was a little swaying, and he didn't answer.
"Trouble." Yuan Zhan left him, removed the stone that pressed the door curtain, walked out of the tent, scooped up a ladle of water and came back, held up his head, and brought the ladle to his mouth, "Drink!"
Yan Mo, who was sweating profusely, was indeed extremely thirsty, holding the water ladle in Yuan Zhan's hand, he gulped it down.
"Keep sleeping, don't bark anymore, or I'll gag your mouth."
Yuan Zhan tidied up, pulled a piece of intact tanned fur hanging on the wall, and threw it on Yan Mo's body, without saying anything, he went back to lie down and continue to sleep.
Yan Mo slowly stretched out his arms to hug the piece of fur that could cover his entire body, letting it cover his whole body.
The pain of broken bones and the residual pain left by the burning pain made Yan Mo sleep very restlessly in the middle of the night, and he didn't even know that he groaned softly.
The young and powerful Yuan Zhan was furiously hummed by the groans of his own slaves. Swearing a bad word, turned over, and started self-reliance.
Yan Mo woke up in the morning, smelling the special fishy smell in the tent that hadn't dissipated, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Seventeen years old... Isn't that the age group that wants to poke a tree hole