Eating them raw is not a problem. Before primitive people had fire, didn't they eat everything raw? Even in the 21st century, some people still eat eggs raw.
I do have a basin, a stone one, but can it withstand the heat? It expands with heat and contracts with cold, so it'd be a wonder it didn't burst.
Meat and fish can be grilled on a wooden stick, but what about eggs?
It's simple. Ma Yue found two stones with slightly square edges, leaving a certain gap in the middle. As long as the egg doesn't fall in, it's done. Then he built a fire underneath and baked it no matter how hard it was, as long as it was cooked.
There's no salt or seasoning, how can you expect it to taste good? I'm starving, I'm almost starving to death, why are you still being picky?
"Ma!" The old priest looked at Ma Yue in surprise. He used two small sticks to flexibly hold the egg and flip it (he had to flip it, because he couldn't always roast the egg on one side, right? He used two thin wooden sticks as chopsticks).
"Poseidon, communicate!" Ma Yue didn't know how to explain it, so he put all the blame on the Poseidon. "If you have the guts, why don't you worship the totem again?" Haha!
The old priest looked at Ma Yue with increasing longing. Could being struck by lightning help him communicate with the Sea God? It seemed like he had been offering sacrifices for decades, but the Sea God had never paid any attention to him.
Ma Yue was a man of the rules. He could not eat before the leader came back, even though he was extremely hungry.
The gap between the two stones was large enough to fit five eggs side by side. Let's roast them first. Anyway, when the chief comes back for dinner, he'll distribute food to the old priest and himself, the young priest, first.
I hope the leader can catch some prey when he comes back this time. Eating fish really makes me hungry because there is no oil or fat.
Actually, according to the rules, even barbecues are not allowed until the leader returns. What to eat is decided by the leader. Ma Yue is a minor priest, so if he occasionally breaks the rules, the leader won't say anything.
The fear of ghosts and gods is the biggest characteristic of primitive people, so the status of priests among primitive people is extremely high.
The chief finally returned with his men, bringing back only two pheasants and a rabbit. The old priest was communicating with the chief, thrilled that Ma Yue, struck by lightning, had been able to communicate with the sea god. Consequently, the tribesmen, including the chief, grew even more awed by Ma Yue.
Finally, he got to eat meat. As a respectable little sacrifice, Ma Yue was given a chicken thigh. At least it had some oil on it. He probably wouldn't be hungry at night.
Baked eggs, at least they're cooked, and even if they don't taste good, they can still fill your stomach, right? Besides, they're nutritious, so you have to eat them!
Damn! Drinking raw water is so depressing.
Life will continue like this.
Ma Yue longed to be like those time-travel novels he'd read in his previous life, displaying his divine prowess, making pottery and salt. The problem was, it wasn't possible. Did you think pottery and salt making were that simple? There were technical procedures involved.
The hard life had to continue. Ma Yue had just begun to draw Qi into his body, his cultivation was very low, his physique was extremely weak, and his combat power was very limited. Under such circumstances, the fearful Ma Yue would not go out hunting with the hunting team.
Ma Yue had no idea what the fish cages and fish boxes described in his previous life's time-travel novels were. He did remember the fish baskets he made as a child, long, thin bamboo baskets tied with linoleum paper to create a funnel shape.
It seems that on rainy days, you can catch a lot of fish with that thing. Of course, the fish basket is small, and the fish caught in the streams and rice fields are mostly small fish, and at best you can catch some loaches or something like that.
So, if the fish basket is woven bigger, can it catch bigger fish? Ma Yue is not sure.
Weaving a fish basket? It shouldn't be difficult. There are plenty of soft branches. Seeing that the pregnant woman in the cave is bored, it's you two who will do it. I collected some relatively soft branches and roughly guided the two pregnant women, even talking and gesturing...
In an age where even sophisticated instruments like bone needles have emerged, how difficult could it be to weave a crude, simple fish basket? It's nothing more than a pot-bellied, barrel-shaped structure with a funnel-like opening.
Ma Yue had no idea if this big fish basket would work. To ensure a certain success rate, he decided to wait for a rainy day. As for why it was easier to catch fish in a fish basket on a rainy day, how could Ma Yue understand this principle?
The old priest said nothing about Ma Yue's idleness. He just watched quietly, thinking that being a handsome man was very good. As for the leader, he had no control over the priests.
It was raining, and Ma Yue finally started to act. He threw the fish basket into the nearby river, tied the woven rope to a tree by the river, and then... went back to wait.
"Fish! Lots of fish!"
Ma Yue breathed a sigh of relief. As a time traveler, he was at least quite impressive. There were seven or eight fish in the big fish basket, no matter how big or small, it was also a harvest, right?
"We want more horses!" The chief was also excited. There were too few able-bodied men and women in this tribe, and the harvest from hunting was pitifully small. If they could get fish, it was meat after all, something to eat. How could they not be excited?
"Yeah." Ma Yue pointed at the two pregnant women, meaning that they had experience.
The two pregnant women were also very excited. These days, if you don't contribute to the tribe, you get less food. Even though you are pregnant, you don't get any special treatment at all. You are still ranked last in the order of food distribution.
Is it only possible to catch fish on rainy days? Ma Yue began to think that if that were the case, the limitations would be too great.
Ma Yue recalled his childhood, when it snowed, he'd use rope and a dustpan to cover birds, scattering rice or something. So, if there was food to lure fish, the fish trap would probably catch them just as well. The problem was, Ma Yue had no idea what fish ate. There was no such thing as fish feed these days.
What do fish eat?
Oh my god! How stupid! Fish eat fish. It's such a simple logic. Big fish eat small fish. Aren't all fish vegetarians?
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