Qiao Yu looked at Shanquan, who was standing aside with his ears perked up, and clapped his hands and said, "Let's go eat first. We can talk about it later if there is anything."
The father, daughter and their two daughters went down from the chief's building and went to the house on the mountain to have dinner.
Sure enough, a large earthenware pot of yam and pork soup was sitting on the kitchen stove, steaming hot. This soup was cooked in the fire pit, and Bai Xue was worried that it might get cold, so she thoughtfully lit a fire in the stove.
Now every household has a kitchen and toilet. But the women in the tribe like to be in the hustle and bustle, and there are people watching over them when they cook soup in the fire hall, so they don't need to stand there all the time to watch over them. So everyone still likes to cook soup in the fire hall.
Seeing the women carefully carrying their pots home from the fire hall, Qiao Yu had suggested to the pottery team last time that they make a special pot with handles and a lid. Vines could be threaded through the handles to allow the pot to be carried back and forth; the lid not only accelerated the broth's simmering, enriching its flavor, but also prevented it from spilling during transport.
Shanquan was just a teenager. He used to be in charge of the family's food. He would take the clay pot to the fire room, add water and meat, and then leave it alone. The women in the tribe would add some firewood to the stove for him, and when he was free, he would bring back the broth, which was much easier.
Later, Shan saw that his son was busy, so he took over the task of adding water and meat. When Shanquan came back from hunting, he only had to go to the fire hall to bring back the pottery pot.
I didn't expect that during the time I spent in Shanqu Huotang, I would attract a romantic partner.
Shanquan deftly filled three large bowls of broth in ceramic bowls and placed them on the kitchen table. Qiao Yu washed them and took the chopsticks Shan handed her. She picked up a piece of yam and took a bite. She looked up at Shan and smiled, "Delicious."
The Dragon Tribe now eats this broth for dinner, which contains meat, chestnuts, and yams. A large bowl of it is both warming and filling, and it's also easy to prepare. Unlike barbecue, which requires someone to sit by the stove and cook.
It’s just that each company has a different approach.
When Qiao Yu taught everyone how to cook broth, there were some rules to follow: what to put in first and what to put in later, when to turn up the heat and when to turn down the heat.
But Shanquan, a young man with neither much time nor patience, would simply add water, peel and dice the yams, chop the boneless meat into chunks, throw them in, light the fire, and call it a day. Finally, he'd add a little salt before serving, or ginger in winter. Naturally, the resulting broth wouldn't taste as good as one cooked with care.
Qiao Yu had lived in the apocalypse for so many years that as long as she had something to eat, she wasn't picky. Furthermore, she didn't cook anything herself, just ate, and felt she had no right to be picky. She would eat whatever Shanquan cooked.
But now this pot of broth is obviously carefully cooked. The meat pieces are mellow and crispy, the sweet potatoes and chestnuts are just the right degree of softness, and the soup is extremely delicious.
When Shanquan heard what Qiao Yu said, he wanted to open his mouth to say something, but he looked at Shan, bared his teeth, and swallowed the words back.
Shan picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and put it into his mouth. His face was expressionless. He asked Qiao Yu, "Did you have a smooth journey? What is the specific situation in the Shen Tribe and the Shanyin Tribe?"
Qiao Yu knew that he didn't want to mention Bai Xue, so he told him about the God Tribe merging with the Shanyin Tribe and the tense relationship between them and the Sun Tribe.
"We're not short of salt anymore. Although we're still short of iron ore, we can't afford to provoke the Four Directions Tribe again. So, for the next year or two, unless something special happens, I won't be hanging around those tribes anymore. I'll focus on developing our own strength. We're still too few, so let's rest and recuperate first."
In the past, the Valley Tribe lived a secluded life, living in isolation. Shan also preferred the stability and peace of the tribe. Qiao Yu had been too busy over the past couple of years. While the tribe had grown significantly, it had also brought with it a lot of trouble, leaving Shan very worried.
Hearing Qiao Yu's words, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's good, that's good. Those tribes have large populations and are not something we can afford to provoke. Let's just live our own lives honestly."
"Yeah." Qiao Yu swallowed the food in his mouth and nodded.
"Sister, next you want to turn the salt ore into salt, right? Can I do this?" Shanquan asked.
He glanced at his father and quickly added, "It's snowy season now, so there's no need to go hunting. I'll make salt with you guys. I'll go hunting in the spring."
The reason he said this was because when he was making ironware, he mentioned that he wanted to learn blacksmithing. But before Qiao Yu could agree, Shan flatly denied it.
Shan believed that hunting was the root of the tribe. A good hunter was skilled at everything. Furthermore, those who knew how to hunt had strong survival skills in the mountains and forests, and they would never starve.
Shanquan was young, his temperament still unsettled, and he needed to improve in all areas. Therefore, Shan hoped his son wouldn't be too ambitious, but would stay with the hunting team and practice his skills, rather than doing these menial tasks in the tribe.
Qiao Yu originally wanted to agree to her brother's request. She also wanted to bring out some smart guys and train them into specialized talents.
But after listening to Shan's theory, she felt it made a lot of sense.
Hunting requires climbing mountains and wading through rivers, and they also learn wilderness survival skills from veteran hunters. When battling wild beasts, they require strength, intelligence, courage, observation, reflexes, and agility. They will rapidly grow in these life-and-death struggles.
On the other hand, if these guys were confined to the tribe from the beginning to do technical work, they would probably become useless. If something happened to the tribe, they wouldn't even have the basic ability to survive. This would definitely harm them.
After reflecting on it, she secretly made up her mind that when spring came, she would send the young boys like Hui and Shi from the breeding team out to go hunting with the hunting team instead of staying in the tribe to raise sheep and rabbits.
However, there is no need to hunt during the snow season. Qiao Yu glanced at Shanquan and saw that he had his head down and was only focused on eating, as if he didn't hear what Shanquan said. He knew that he had no objection.
She nodded and said, "Okay, then come. Invite Shu Lin to come along."
Boiling salt doesn't require any physical strength, so it's fine to let the boys do it. As for the strong adult men, there are still many jobs that require strength waiting for them to do in the tribe.
After finishing the meal, Qiao Yu was about to leave when Shan called her: "Your room doesn't even have a kang. Why don't you just move down here and live here?"
Qiao Yu slept on a wooden bed, while the others in his house had earthen kangs. Initially, Shan hadn't noticed. It wasn't winter yet, so the weather wasn't cold, and the difference between the bed and the kang was the same.
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