They hadn't eaten much stir-fry during their escape, so they used very little lard.
Tang Weiwei and Qi Xiaojie hunted a lot of wild game today.
Without scallions, ginger, garlic, or any other seasonings, the chopped bird meat and tree leaves are added after the oil is heated.
It is said that the best ingredients can be cooked in the simplest way, but they still taste much better after a little processing.
Raw meat is put into the pot and mixed with boiling lard, creating a unique aroma that can only be found in modern cities.
Delicious food always makes people forget their troubles; this long-lost taste seems to sweep away their fatigue from the day.
They all closed their eyes, savoring the familiar fragrance...
Just as he was enjoying this moment, Ye Feng suddenly felt a chill on the top of his head, as if a drop of water had landed on his scalp.
"It's raining?" Ye Feng quickly opened his eyes and looked up... "Hey!"
He was so startled that he shrank back...
He saw Tatis and Krati standing behind him, and the previously busy tribespeople had all gathered around, staring blankly at the pot, drool dripping from their mouths...
They were like a pack of starving wolves...
Upon being discovered by Ye Feng, Tatis and the other person hurriedly wiped their mouths and took a step back.
"We are so sorry, we didn't mean to offend you, please forgive us."
Upon hearing this, the other members of the clan who had been observing the scene quickly retreated and bowed in apology.
Seeing their panicked expressions, Ye Feng finally realized what was happening.
This nation is backward not only in terms of weapons, but also in food, architecture, thought, knowledge... in every aspect, it is still stuck hundreds of years ago.
They've never eaten this kind of food before...
"Sigh..." Ye Feng shook his head with a wry smile. Looking at everyone's greedy expressions, he felt a pang of pity. People who lack thought and knowledge are truly pitiful.
It seems that there is still a long way to go to help this nation achieve revival and survival.
Ye Feng pointed to the pot... "Do you want to eat?"
Tatis and Kratti were initially surprised and nodded, but then shook their heads.
In their religious beliefs, God is high above, and there is a hierarchy between God and mortals. How could they dare to covet God's food?
"It's okay, if you want to eat it, I can teach you how to make it."
"Really?" Ye Feng's words made Salra grin, and she even forgot to translate.
She had tasted many delicacies while following Ye Feng before, and had long been curious about this kind of delicious food.
Ye Feng's cooking movements and steps were all so ordinary, but the food he made was delicious, the kind of deliciousness that... he had never tried before.
However, due to their different statuses, and because she also felt that the food must have been enhanced with divine power and could not be made by ordinary people, she never asked.
But now that she heard Ye Feng say that she could make this kind of food herself, she nodded excitedly.
"Thank you, sir! I want to learn, I want to learn!"
Ye Feng nodded and picked up the jar of lard from the ground.
"It's actually very simple. Just like me, cut the meat into small pieces. After the pot is heated, first put in the lard, then put in the meat and add water to cook it."
Finally, add salt before removing from heat.
Salla took the lard, most of which had solidified into white lumps.
They had eaten a lot of wild boar, but due to the fact that food in the jungle could not be preserved for long periods, and their different eating habits, they had not been able to keep the food.
Therefore, the Baijia people basically boil or roast the animals they catch. They have never tried cooking with rendered pork fat.
I never expected that the food cooked in this oil would smell so good.
Ye Feng picked up two pieces of bird meat and handed them to Tatis and the other man.
They bowed respectfully and accepted the gift with their hands outstretched.
The moment they put it in their mouths, their expressions were almost identical to those of Salra when he ate the venison.
They were shocked; this smell... was a smell they had never encountered before.
It's very salty, and the meat has a unique flavor...
Could this... be the food that the gods ate? It certainly is delicious...
"Mmm! It's delicious! There's so much salt in it. So much salt..."
"This meat is delicious, it doesn't taste like bird meat at all."
The two of them wolfed it down, and even licked their hands clean in the end.
Upon hearing this, Ye Feng asked with great doubt, "Do you really only rely on drinking blood to replenish your salt? That doesn't seem like enough, does it?"
Tatis hastily wiped his hands on his clothes, looking somewhat embarrassed...
"No, adults. Besides drinking blood, we also often eat some rock salt, but that kind of salt is hard to find and there isn't enough for so many of us."
If we can't find it, we'll have to eat dirt... but some dirt is evil, because many of our people got sick and died after eating it.
"Stones?...Salt? And soil?" Ye Feng frowned. He did know that some soil contained salt, because in some tribes in Africa, some people relied on eating soil to supplement their salt intake.
But what exactly is rock salt? Can rocks produce salt?
Seeing Ye Feng's confusion, Liu Sisi reminded him, "Brother Feng, she's probably referring to the nitrates in potassium nitrate, which was one of the raw materials you used to make the tinderbox."
"Oh~" Ye Feng suddenly realized... Looking at the eager clansmen around him, he couldn't help but feel pity again.
Excessive nitrate intake can affect the nerves, leading to a series of nerve damage complications and increasing the risk of cancer.
As for eating soil, that's even more outrageous. The Amazon is full of parasites and bacteria, and the soil is like a petri dish for these little things.
Even the most primitive people, with the strongest physiques, couldn't withstand eating the soil here.
Compared to the Shuar people who have achieved freedom in modern clothing, these Baija women haven't even met their daily physical needs; their lives are simply inhuman.
"Sigh... It's so painful to be backward in civilization."
Ye Feng sighed inwardly, but a moment later, he took out his salt jar from his bag. In addition to the salt he had previously seized, he had also made a lot of salt from the sumac.
There are about 600-700 grams left...
He generously handed it to Tatis...
"These are all salts that I made... uh, no, I brought down from the realm of the gods. You can take them and use them."
Remember, never eat rock salt again, and definitely never eat soil, as much of the soil here is cursed by demons.
Eating this will affect your lives, and even more so, the fate of the Baija tribe.
Ye Feng knew they wouldn't understand a normal explanation, so he could only use a charlatan-like approach to warn them.
Sure enough, Tatis understood this explanation immediately.
She nodded and said shyly, "But sir, although you have given us salt, it will eventually run out. What will we do then?"
"Don't worry..." Ye Feng waved his hand, seemingly knowing she would ask that...
"After I deal with those Wendigos, I will teach you a very simple method for making salt."
Upon hearing this, the two men's eyes widened, and the crowd erupted in commotion once again.
Even in the darkness of the night, you could see gratitude, longing, and doubt in their eyes.
They didn't understand what refining was; they just thought it was something Ye Feng had conjured with divine power.
Ye Feng's ability to turn soil into iron was already astonishing, but now... he can even make salt.
Is this Allah? Truly, a God who can create all things in the world...
Soon, Ye Feng told everyone to get back to their work.
After a hasty meal, Ye Feng and the others returned to their room to rest.
However, at this moment, the people who were immersed in joy did not notice that in the jungle dozens of meters away from them, two pairs of eyes were lying in the grass, staring intently at them.
Bai Ying and Zhang Tiannan are high-level mercenaries; infiltration and reconnaissance are routine for them.
Although Ye Feng's sentry arrangements were very well done, how could these untrained natives easily discover their whereabouts?
The two had been watching ever since Ye Feng created the bow and arrow, and they were both surprised and anxious at the moment.
Especially Bai Ying, it was too dark now, he didn't know how Ye Feng suddenly got so much steel. Dato had said that the entire Baijia tribe didn't have much ironware.
Judging from the molten iron that just poured out of that jar, the weight was definitely no less than 15 jin (7.5 catties)...
Through her binoculars, she could also see by the light of the fire that there were piles of small iron beads on the ground next to her, weighing at least 50 kilograms in total.
Bai Ying had watched the show and knew that Ye Feng was very creative and that he could forge steel and arrows, but where did he get so much iron, especially in the form of shaped iron beads? And what were those spherical objects that the natives were striking?
Mercenaries are trained in killing techniques, so naturally they wouldn't know about the clay-to-iron method, and might never have even heard of it.
"That damn kid, no wonder he's the show's darling, he's really something!"
Bai Ying was praising him, but her expression was one of gritted teeth, filled with hatred and resentment.
Zhang Tiannan also sensed that things were starting to get out of control. They had initially held the advantage, but if Ye Feng continued to create this situation, their nearly one hundred-strong force, coupled with so many arrows, would be in serious trouble.
Given Ye Feng's abilities, killing him again would be virtually impossible.
"Bai Ying, this is going to be difficult. Why don't we launch a night raid on them before they finish?"
"If we wait until the arrows are made, we'll have absolutely no chance of winning."
Bai Ying put down the binoculars, and after thinking for a while, she still shook her head.
Even though the enemy's iron arrowheads weren't all finished, these Baija women still had many wooden arrows, so their chances of winning were still very low.
The only way to successfully kill Ye Feng now is through strategy.
"Let's go back first and discuss this further."
As they spoke, the two of them gently moved their bodies and slowly retreated...
However, just a few dozen seconds after they disappeared, a short figure stood where the two had just been lying.
His mouth was still moving, making soft chewing sounds.
Inside the camphouse, Ye Feng and the others were lying on their beds...
Strangely enough, everyone was exhausted after a long day, and now that it was past midnight, apart from the Zhan Pengwu brothers and Tang Weiwei and Qi Xiaojie who were snoring loudly, the others were unable to sleep and tossed and turned with their eyes open.
Because they all knew that they hadn't passed the final hurdle yet.
Bai Ying and her companion, along with the Shuar people, were still outside.
They had been immersed in this killing game for almost three months, experiencing countless dangers and assassinations along the way, and therefore they were well aware of...
As long as this disgusting game continues, they will be in danger at any time.
The key issue is that they are now bound to these Baija tribes, and their danger could very well extend to the tribe.
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