As long as it's edible, it's fine. After all, I've contributed to the survival of the tribe.
Uh...I'm hungry!
A mere fish is indeed not enough to satisfy hunger. It's only two meals a day. Even if you are a small priest, you don't have the privilege of cooking for yourself, right?
Damn! The sea looked not far away. I walked and walked for about twenty minutes and finally reached the beach.
There are indeed shells, shrimps, crabs and the like, but they don't have much meat, and they can't even satisfy hunger (no wonder even primitive people look down on them). Besides, there's no firewood around, so they can't be eaten raw, right?
Huh? Lucky me! Eggs! Bird eggs or turtle eggs? It doesn't matter what kind of eggs they are, as long as they're eggs, they're edible, right? Ma Yue started digging with his hands. Sure enough, this nest of more than a dozen eggs was much larger than the goose eggs from his previous life.
Without even a backpack, Ma Yue took off the animal skin on his upper body and kept searching around. He finally found another nest of eggs buried in the beach. There were almost thirty eggs in total, and he couldn't take any more away.
Let's go quickly, this beach is too quiet. If some bird of prey appears, my small body won't be able to withstand it.
"Ma!" Having finally run back to the cave, the old primitive high priest looked at Ma Yue in surprise. (The primitive pronunciation is difficult to describe, so let's just call Ma Yue 'Ma'.)
"Egg! Over there!" Ma Yue pointed to the east.
"Sea!" The old priest's face turned pale instantly, and he looked very scared.
Ma Yue guessed that the god this tribe believed in was probably a sea god or something like that, seeing that the totem depicted a whale (although it had wings), so the tribe was very reverent towards the sea.
"Poseidon, tell me it's edible!" Ma Yue pointed to the sky.
"Sea God?" The old priest looked at Ma Yue in surprise.
"Last night, Thunder and Lightning, the God of the Sea, communicated with me." Ma Yue began to talk nonsense. Anyway, the people in the tribe feared the God of the Sea. Do you believe it?
The old priest instantly knelt in front of the totem on the stone wall, muttering something, then picked up the bone tool used for sacrifice and began to twist it.
"Ma!" The old priest called out to Ma Yue.
Well, since he was the future successor to the priesthood, he also needed to do the ritualistic "hip dance." Fortunately, Ma Yue had the memory of this body, so it was easy to do it.
"Poseidon, tell me, how do you eat it?"
Yes, how can we eat it? There is not even a pot. We can’t even cook it. How can we bake eggs?
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