The morning breeze caressed with a hint of chill, and on the land without fire, the ashes moved slightly in the wind.

“Puff.”

A bone shovel fell, and a big foot covered with mud and ashes followed, stepping on the horizontal wooden stick on the upper side of the bone of the shovel. With a hard step, the bone shovel, which had been sharpened by the mud, was mostly submerged in the mud.

The big foot left, the bone shovel was lifted up, and a piece of moist soil rose up with it.

With the help of the wind, some of the ashes on the surface of the soil took the opportunity to escape, and the rest were buried underground by the overturned soil.

The eldest brother wiped the sweat from his head, spat into his palms, rubbed them together, and then continued to turn the soil with the handle of the bone shovel that had been worn smooth, not letting up for a moment.

Not only him, but the others were the same, turning the soil enthusiastically. Even when they played music with their spouses in their arms at night, they didn't work as hard as they did now.

Thinking of the unforgettable millet rice they had eaten the night before and the charming scene that the Son of God had described to them, they were all full of energy.

Although the Son of God said that millet had to wait until the next spring when the flowers bloomed and there was no need to rush to plow the soil, they still wanted to plow the soil as soon as possible.

In this way, they will be able to harvest lots of millet, and delicious millet rice will be available every day just like fish and meat now.

Oh, no, it also has to be added with the fragrant, sticky millet porridge that makes your stomach feel warm after drinking it.

Many people even think that the golden millet porridge tastes better than the deer milk that the Son of God occasionally cooks by adding some boiled wild vegetables and sprinkling some salt.

People are like this, they will move forward involuntarily.

At the beginning, the Qingque tribe only pursued two meals a day, and by living frugally, no one would starve to death.

Later, when I stopped worrying about food, I naturally began to pay attention to the taste of the food.

In this regard, it can be said that it has far surpassed several nearby tribes.

Well, that doesn't seem right. The other tribes are also pursuing taste, like the Green Tribe leader who is now rubbing the green leaves on his hair until they fall down in distress.

The Green Tribe people, carrying a large vat with all the black ash rubbed off on the outside and two pottery jars, had a hard but enthusiastic journey. As soon as they returned to the tribe, they were warmly welcomed by the people who stayed behind.

Those who came back with the pottery raised their heads as if they had hunted a lot of prey.

The leader of the Green Tribe was extremely satisfied. He pounded his chest with his hands to show his strength and ability to everyone in the tribe.

If he hadn't gone this time, no one else would have been able to exchange for these three pieces of pottery with the not-so-good food he brought!

Moreover, he received a promise from the son of God from a neighboring tribe that he could exchange his fur and ears of grass that no one in their tribe would eat for things in the future.

Thinking of this incident, he couldn't suppress the joy in his heart.

For someone who likes to get a bargain, there is nothing more pleasurable than getting such a big bargain.

Food was very precious in the tribe, and he was reluctant to exchange it for pottery. But he was not so particular about furs. After all, after years of hunting, their tribe had accumulated enough furs. After deducting the furs that each person wrapped themselves in, there would still be a lot left.

As for the grass ears that tasted bad, he was not interested in them at all.

The leader of the Green Tribe became even happier as he watched the tribesmen gather around the pottery jar and touch it from time to time, appearing extremely curious.

He waited for a while, opened his mouth and made a roaring sound, waving his hands continuously, directing everyone to act.

Although it was not yet the usual meal time, he still ordered everyone to start preparing food.

He couldn't wait to show the results of this exchange.

He wanted to let everyone in the tribe eat delicious food so that everyone in the tribe would be more respectful to him.

As he thought about this, he suddenly felt a little proud.

The tribe refused to provide them with delicious soup, so now they made it themselves. With this big jar, they could enjoy an endless supply of delicious food.

The people of the Green Tribe recalled what they had seen in the wealthy tribe, and found some stones and placed them next to the fire.

Then he asked someone to take two clay jars to fetch water from a spring not too far away and pour it into the large vat.

The two clay pots were not brushed, and the large vat that was carried back was not brushed either.

After the water had filled most of the tank, three people carried it and placed it on the stones placed around the fire.

Although this process was somewhat strenuous, the people of the Green Tribe did not find it hard.

After all this was done, it was time for the Green Tribe leader to perform.

He used a stone knife to chop and smash the meat that he had caught before leaving and had not yet eaten, and threw it into a large vat. In order to show his heroism, he made the pieces of meat very large.

It is autumn now and the temperature is not too low. It took almost three nights and four days from the time we went to the Qingque tribe to the time we came back. The meat has already tasted a bit.

The people of the Green Tribe obviously didn't care about this. They had eaten meat that tasted even better than this before.

The water in the vat had begun to smoke. The leader of the Green Tribe stood aside and looked around at the people who were looking at the vat expectantly. In order to show his professionalism, he broke off a tree stick and imitated the way the Green Bird Tribe cooked. He put the unwashed stick directly into the vat and stirred it from time to time, making himself look more professional.

Although the sticks used by the Qingque tribe were tied with a special pottery bowl...

The leader of the Green Tribe also used his imagination to solve the problem of the pot lid. He first used a few wooden sticks to support the mouth of the jar, and then covered it with yellowed leaves from large trees that he had people pick. It really looked like a pot lid.

As for the problem of the soup spoon, he only realized it when the food was about to be served, and then he remembered the bowl for eating.

Before, I just thought that I could do whatever I wanted with the big vat, but the soup was not even ready when I encountered problems one after another. It seems that I have to go to that tribe again later.

The Green Tribe's only bowl, which had been burnt black, was brought over.

After looking at the layer of dust on the outside of the bowl, the leader of the Green Tribe finally decided not to use it to scoop soup directly.

He found a handful of dry grass and washed it with some water, then picked up a much cleaner bowl, scooped half a bowl of the soup in the big vat with oil floating on it, and then couldn't wait to bring it to his mouth.

The people from the Green Tribe who were surrounding them were all watching with their saliva drooling. Those who didn't have bowls could only wait.

@#￥!

Before he even drank the drink, the leader of the Green Tribe couldn't help but secretly praise his own cooking skills.

After slurping down a bit of the hot soup, the expression on his face turned into one of enjoyment.

But the enjoyment soon disappeared. He smacked his lips in confusion and quickly took another sip, but the confusion on his face became even more intense.

His unexpected reaction puzzled the people who were surrounding him and drooling. They didn't understand why their leader would behave like this after having already drunk the delicious broth.

"#￥%HYU!"

The leader of the Green Tribe suddenly spoke.