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Wu Yue ate the bird again for this meal. The roasted bird meat tasted good with his chili powder, but it was too lean and tough, and it got stuck in his teeth.
Who would have thought that just over a dozen days ago, he was still disgusted by the thick fat under the chicken skin when eating Dapanji?
After eating and drinking, and with no other entertainment, he could only sleep. But for some reason, he felt particularly cold today, which was strange, as the temperature should have been higher than yesterday.
Finally, he fell asleep in the cold. Then he checked the seeds. Most of the beans that had absorbed water had broken through the skin and some small white roots emerged. The other seeds did not change much. The sweet potatoes and chayote had already shown signs of sprouting, so they could be planted at any time.
Let’s just plant them today. It shouldn’t take long to make blood sausage.
He went out and took out various ingredients. First, he asked Yun to find some herbs that he had used to cook fish before, and then he asked a few nimble women to go to the river to clean the intestines.
He temporarily took back the kitchen knife from Shi and cut the meat into small pieces.
The seasoning was limited, so after crushing the coagulated blood and mixing it with the meat, he only added salt and chili powder. However, with the addition of that kind of vanilla, the fishy smell was a little lighter.
Tools for stuffing blood sausage... He rummaged through the space and found a bottle of skin care products. He cut it open from the back, distributed the skin care products to the women at once, and then washed the bottle.
After cutting, the bottle becomes a funnel shape. The bottle mouth is inserted into the intestines, and the material is poured in from the large opening at the back.
At this time, he remembered that he had no string to tie the sausages. He rummaged through his space and found a few rolls of ribbons. These were quite suitable and could be used for a long time if torn into thin strips.
While he was stuffing the stuffing into the intestines, he asked Yun, who had washed his hands, to help him squeeze the stuffing to the other end of the intestines. When the length was right, he tied it up with a thin ribbon.
At the beginning, Yun made some mistakes, such as occasionally squeezing his intestines too hard, but he gradually mastered the trick and even asked Wu Yue without any instruction whether he should use a small spike to poke small holes in the surface of the intestines, otherwise the intestines would always be bulging.
Wu Yue realized belatedly that this seemed to be the case, and smiled and praised her a few more times.
After all, they had no experience, and after a morning, the two of them finally made one.
In Wu Yue's hometown, sausages are usually hung on bamboo and placed under the eaves. But this time there is neither bamboo nor eaves.
He remembered that he had seen sausages hung in a spiral shape in some places on the Internet. After some research, he successfully hung the sausage on a thick branch.
"Put it next to the fire, not too close or too far, and be careful not to burn the branches." He handed it to someone and asked him to stick the wood on which the blood sausage was hung next to the fire. The heat of the flame and the smoking would dry out the moisture in the blood sausage, and then it could be kept in the space for a long time.
Moreover, there was always someone by the fire, so there was no need to worry about an animal suddenly jumping out and stealing the blood sausage.
Seeing that Yun had almost learned everything, Wu Yue, who was thinking about farming, simply left all the materials to her and asked her to continue making blood sausage with others, while he went to the fields at the foot of the mountain.
He didn't have many seeds, so he divided the land into small plots. He planted climbing cowpeas, bitter melons and other seeds at the foot of the mountain and let them climb up the mountain. The other seeds were scattered on the ground according to categories, covered with a thin layer of soil, and watered thoroughly.
Those lotus seeds had to be planted in water, but the water in the river was too fast to plant them. Fortunately, Xiao was free today, so he asked him to help dig a small puddle. Wu Yue then put some humus soil in the puddle and planted the lotus seeds in it.
I hope this is really Cailian!
Looking at his small plot of land, Wu Yue felt quite satisfied. Although he didn't have many seeds, as long as he had one, there would be two, three, four, five, six, and seven, just like a pumpkin; one pumpkin could produce many seeds.
There are also sweet potatoes, which are easier to propagate. Just transplant the vines and you will get a new sweet potato.
He had a hunch that even if they couldn't hunt this winter, the more than 200 people in the Sharp Fang Tribe would not starve!
Wu Yue looked at the ground, but Xiao looked at him. After more than ten days of primitive life, Wu Yue had lost a lot of weight, and he had become darker and more haggard due to the sun and rain.
But his eyes were still black and white, shining brightly.
Just like... the stars in the sky.
Noticing the gazes of others, Wu Yue turned his head and touched his face in confusion: "Is there mud on my face?"
"Yeah." Xiao agreed casually, reaching out to wipe the non-existent mud from Wu Yue's face. "It's getting late, let's go back and eat."
After the women's hard work for an afternoon, the blood sausage was ready. Four skewers were hung on tree branches, smoked over the fire, and the aroma of meat was wafting out.
Wu Yue also sniffed, but still sighed: "It's a pity that there is not enough seasoning, it still doesn't smell fragrant enough." He didn't have any of the onions, ginger, garlic, peppercorns, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.
He casually said to Xiao, "When you guys are out hunting, if you come across any plants with a strong smell, pick them up and show them to me. Maybe I can find something useful."
Xiao naturally agreed.
Today they ate the meat left over from yesterday. Fortunately, the temperature had been low recently, and they had added some salt to marinate it, so it didn't taste spoiled at all. But it was still not as good as fresh meat. Wu Yue ate some barbecued meat, drank a few bowls of bone and vegetable soup, and then went back to the tent to sleep.
Although he was not very full, he had long been accustomed to falling asleep hungry after so many days. Just as he was lying on the lazy sofa wrapped in fur and drowsy, someone entered his tent.
"Who is it?" He rubbed his eyes. There was no light at night, so he couldn't see the person who came in.
"I." Xiao said, stuffing something hot into Wu Yue's hand, "This is a cooked ground egg, you can eat it." After saying that, he turned around and left.
Ground eggs, Wu Yue remembered this thing. Yun said that they would simply grow it around the tribe.
I squeezed the fist-sized thing in my hand. Shouldn't this have just started growing in the spring? Or was it left over from last autumn's harvest?
Never mind, just eat it if you can! He fumbled and gently cracked the egg in his hand, and suddenly a hot fragrance came out, a bit like potato and a bit like taro.
Take a bite, and the taste is also like potato, but tastes like taro, with a slight sour taste. All in all, the taste is pretty good.
The starchy food satisfied his stomach well. He patted his belly and fell on the lazy sofa. This time he fell asleep quickly.
Outside the tent, Xia, who was waiting, asked Xiao, "Will he eat?"
Xiao nodded: "He should like it very much, thank you." These ground eggs were distributed by the tribe after the harvest last autumn. Everyone had eaten them, but Xia buried a few in her tent. Later, hyenas came over, and these ground eggs have been buried until now.
Xia smiled bitterly and shook her head: "They are just a few eggs. Compared to what he has done for the Sharp Fang Tribe, they are nothing. Look how much thinner he has become since he first arrived."
Xiao nodded: "He has indeed lost a lot of weight. He...can't get used to our food." Thinking of the food Wu Yue brought from his hometown, Xiao said that he could fully understand. The food in his hometown was so exquisite and delicious. How could it compare with the barbecue and wild vegetable soup in the tribe?
Although Wu Yue was not used to the food, he never complained. He always smiled and chewed the dry and hard barbecued meat in small bites with difficulty, which made people feel distressed.
"Hmm... I think he seems to prefer bird meat, fish, and wild vegetables to animal meat. Maybe we can prepare more for him." Xia said, handing a small basket to Xiao. "Give him all these eggs. Since he wants to eat them, let him eat more."
Xiao nodded, took the basket, and remembered what Wu Yue said today.
Seasoning... strong-smelling plants... He would try to find some on his hunt tomorrow.
It was a new day again. When Wu Yue got up, his eyes were attracted by the extra basket in the tent. He walked over and took a look. There were five or six fist-sized fruits in it. They were round and had black and purple skin.
I turned my head and looked at the skin he threw in the corner when we were eating ground eggs yesterday. It was the same.
It looked like this was a ground egg. Wu Yue picked one up and examined it with great interest. These ground eggs must have been stored for a long time, so they looked a little wilted, but they had neither sprouted nor rotted, and looked perfectly fine.
It is durable in storage. This thing is indeed suitable for cultivation. Wu Yue thought that he would ask Yun to take him to see the plant of this thing later. It would be great if it could be propagated by cuttings.
Xiao took people hunting as usual, and most of the others had things to do, such as making salt, weaving baskets, weaving rattan armor, making wooden barrels, and making wooden bowls. Even the children were trying their best to work.
He thought he got up early, but when he woke up every day, everyone else was already up and busy. Although no one blamed him, he still felt embarrassed.
"Yun!" After greeting Yun and confirming that she would also take people out to collect wild vegetables today, Wu Yue expressed that he also wanted to join.
The Sharp Teeth Tribe had thrived here for many years, and the surrounding area was relatively safe, so Yun readily agreed. After a quick packing, the gathering team, each with a basket in hand, set off.
Because Wu Yue said he wanted to see the ground egg plant, Yun led everyone across the river on a single-log bridge built from two logs and came to the forest on the other side: "The ground egg vine can climb trees, so we planted them in the forest."
Not long after walking, Wu Yue saw many young vines climbing on the trees. Yun said that these were ground eggs.
Wu Yue squatted down and studied it for a while. The leaves of this thing were heart-shaped. There was only one main trunk per plant, no side branches, and it seemed that there were no roots on the main trunk.
"Yun, is this thing easy to keep alive?" he asked.
Yun nodded. "It's easy to keep alive. Just let it climb on a tree and get some sun. Don't break its trunk and it will survive. Its leaves are edible, but don't pick too many. We use them to wrap barbecued meat."
It seems that propagation by cuttings is unlikely. Wu Yue nodded, reached out and picked a leaf from the bottom of the plant and put it in his mouth. It had a crisp and tender texture, with a faint fragrance when chewed, but also had the bitterness of the plant itself. It was not suitable to be eaten raw, but it should be a good vegetable if used to make soup.
The group continued to move forward in the forest, picking wild vegetables that were familiar or unfamiliar to Wu Yue. Wu Yue wrote down these wild vegetables one by one, thinking about which ones were worth domesticating and planting.
As he walked, a small plant with slender leaves on the side of the road caught his attention.
"Don't move!" Stopping the person who wanted to pull out the plant, Wu Yue squatted down, picked a slender hollow leaf, crushed it, and put it in front of his nose to smell it.
Strong onion aroma.
It's wild onions! Wu Yue was delighted and asked others to carefully dig out the dozen or so tiny wild onions.
He was just worried about the lack of seasoning, and what he wished for came true.
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