Return to Primitive Society and Become a Chief

Sitting around the campfire, Xue Xue hadn't understood where Ji Thief got the meat from.

Ji Thief stretched out his hand and slapped the barbecue, feeling that it was almost done, and handed it to Xue: "Eat, sister."

The blood that recovered from the surprise hurriedly waved his hand and shook his head: "No, warrior, you eat."

Ji thief squeezed into Xue's hand: "It's okay, eat, I still have it."

Seeing Ji Zei said so, Xue couldn't help but took a big bite and started eating.

Seeing this situation, Ji Thief smirked cheerfully: "You eat slowly, there is not enough."

Xue Xue nodded vigorously, and said vaguely: "You can eat too, warrior."

With a hum, Ji Thief tore off a piece of meat and threw it into his mouth, sighing involuntarily.

Xue Wensheng was stunned: "Warrior, what's wrong with you? Has anyone upset you?"

Ji Zei shook his head: "No, I was just thinking, if you can have salt and chili noodles, it would be fine. If you eat it dry, the meat has no taste."

Xue didn't know what the salt and chili noodles Ji Zei was talking about, she said blankly: "No, the barbecue is very fragrant."

Ji Thief curled his lips: "Sister you don't understand."

Xue just blinked at Ji Thief without saying a word.

After eating, Ji Zei stood up from the ground to the trunk that he had prepared during the day. He squatted and looked at him, his face full of sadness.

Upon seeing this, Xue wiped off the oil stains on his mouth and walked over, asking, "Warrior, what is this?"

"Bed." Ji Thief said without looking up.

"Bed?" Xue didn't understand.

Ji Thief said: "It's something for rest."

Snow understands now, isn't it just a floor.

"Warrior, let me help you." Xue said with excitement.

The thief looked back in a daze: "You help me?"

Xue hummed, and patted her chest to make a promise: "Warrior, let me tell you that everyone's accommodation is prepared by me. Tell you, warrior, I made a comfortable floor."

Ji Zei smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Forget it, I'll do it myself."

Xue just thought that Ji Thief didn't believe what she was saying, her face drooped suddenly, and the word depressed was almost written on her face.

Ji Zei didn't care about Xue's thoughts because of something in his heart. He held his chin and looked at the wood, thinking in his mind. Nowadays, only rope and very flexible vines can bind these things to make a bed, but there is no rope in this primitive society. As for the vines, when I was looking for stone flakes in the valley, I also went to find them. They were all hard, hard and insufficiently flexible vines. This kind of vine is not to be used as a rope. If you bend it a little bit, it can be broken.

If only I could find the vines that the Black Mountain Tribe used to tie me yesterday.

Ji Thief couldn't help but think.

He remembers clearly that the vines that the Black Mountain tribes tied him on yesterday were very flexible and strong. Otherwise, it would be impossible to pull the big fellow of the Sabretooth Tiger weighing hundreds of kilograms up from the cliff. Kind of vines. It couldn't be more suitable as a substitute for rope.

"But where do you want to find these vines?" Ji Zei said subconsciously.

He was unintentional, but when Xue Xue heard it next to him, he was puzzled: "Warrior, do you want vines?"

The thief Ji turned his head and listened to what Xue said. She has a way?

Ever since, Ji Thief nodded hurriedly: "Sister, do you know where there is such a thing?"

Xue said, "I know, I often see it when I hunt."

Ji Thief was happy in his heart: "Then, can you bring me something back by the way tomorrow?"

Regarding Ji Thief’s question, Xue Xu readily agreed, but he was afraid that the vine Xue said was not the same as what she wanted. Ji Thief took the trouble to explain to Xue several times, and waited until the latter made a guarantee. Ji thief was relieved just now.

After solving a problem, Ji Zei was in a good mood. Looking at the wood on the ground, he couldn't help but think that before there were no vines, he would still be unable to make a bed. For a while, his emotions would inevitably fall again and he sighed, alas, today, it is still To hit the floor and chat with those snakes, insects, rats and ants Meng Zhougong.

Without thinking about the things that were not there, with the help of the snow, the two quickly cleaned up a simple floor, set up a bonfire, and talked a few more words, and Xue left.

In order to drive away the poisonous insects, Ji thief specially placed the campfire not far from the ground floor. First, there is no need to worry about sparks that blow up at night to light the floor. Secondly, it can also effectively prevent the poisonous insects entering the hole. , Whether it is primitive society or modern society, the fear of fire by the beasts is always the first.

With this thought in his heart, Ji Thief quickly fell asleep.

However, outside the cave, Xue Xue, who returned home, looked back at the cave where the bonfire was raised one step at a time, marveling while watching. In the tribe, only the patriarch and the wizard can light the sacred fire while sleeping, and even the elders cannot prey.

But Ji Thief did this, and no one cares about him. After all, he is the fire of his own. What can you do?

After all, it is a warrior, really extraordinary.

Xue Xue clenched her fists, and headed for her cave with a wave of excitement that could not be explained.

There was nothing for a night, and the next day the primitive people went out hunting. After eating the fruit that the snow gave him, Ji thief once again entered the mountain peaks around the valley, looking for something to do. Stone flakes for tools.

The sun is violent, and the Ji thief who has been looking for a morning rests sweaty and leaning against a tree, panting and angrily said: "Damn, if the little master's bag is there, can I still find these broken stones?"

The harder it is, the more Ji thief complains.

Looking down at the results of the search for the whole morning in his arms, there were only two or three pitiful stones. Such a harvest made Ji Thief, who had always liked to complain, even more annoyed.

"Tired and thirsty, no more looking, no more looking."

Some discouraged Ji thief sat on the ground, beating his sore thighs and complaining.

The chirping of the birds in the mountains and forests, accompanied by the sound of the stream, is a special kind of sentiment. Such an environment also makes Ji Pi's mood a lot easier.

"I don't know how the Xuemei vines are collecting." Ji Thief pinched his chin and thought.

Mumbling in his heart, Ji Thief rested for a while, and after having gained some strength, he walked towards the stream. He said as he walked, "Business matters, business matters."

What else can he do? He doesn't want to sleep on the ground, so he can only work hard to collect the tools for making the bed.

Looking for a step by the stream, Ji Zei leaned over and squatted down, picked up a large mountain spring with his hands and sent it into his belly. The coolness made him tremble firmly, and he couldn't help but shout. The last sound is cool.

While feeling the cool water source turning between his throat, Ji Zei's eyes suddenly stopped.

When his gaze turned and stayed on a handful of bamboo-like plants on the opposite side of the stream, his eyes brightened abruptly.

That, that is...

Damn, it won't be so magical!

Thinking of what might happen, Ji thief hurriedly put down all the stones in his arms, jumped into the stream with all his might, and the dog swam to the opposite side like a dog.

He came to the plants and inspected it visually. The roots of these plants are about 20 to 30 centimeters, not many, only more than ten.

But as soon as he thought of the identity of these plants, the thief's breathing increased a little.

He stretched out his hands and dug the roots of these plants with as gentle a movement as possible. After he scattered the soil bit by bit, Ji Thief couldn't help it anymore, and laughed up to the sky.

"Sure enough, it really is, it is true, haha, I really am a male pig's foot, Xiaoye, it's no luck to say!"

Countless startling birds were startled by Ji Thief's laughter and flew around.

After the laughter, Ji Zei groaned in his nose on the spot, he put away the plants that had been dug out of the soil bit by bit, his face was joy that could not be suppressed anyway.

Ginger turned out to be wild ginger. Although there are not many, this is ginger!

This is ginger!

Yes, that's right, Ji Thief found some wild **** in this valley.

As soon as he saw Jiang, a few lines of words appeared in Ji Thief's mind.

Ginger likes water and hates drought. Therefore, wild **** is generally grown in places with sufficient water sources.

Looking over the entire valley, where is there more abundant water than the side of this stream?

With the connecting rod and the stem, Ji Zei carefully washed the **** in the water, washing and washing, Ji Zei couldn't help laughing again.

Although **** is commonly used as a condiment, its greater effect is its medical value.

Not to mention, when women come to relatives, **** is a particularly suitable tonic.

It is pungent, sweaty, sterilizes and cures diseases, can relieve vomiting and dispel cold, and can also invigorate blood and strengthen yang. It is said that a man cannot live without **** in a hundred days.

There is a folk saying, eat radish in winter and **** in summer, and prepare **** at home.

Having said so much, in a word, **** is a common but very important thing.

You can use it as a condiment, or you can use it as a Chinese herbal medicine.

This thing is not just a chameleon in the cooking world, it also has a good position in the Chinese medicine world.

The various benefits of **** flashed in his mind for a moment, Ji Thief was overjoyed and put away the ginger, and the depressed mood because he couldn't find the stone pieces to make the tool disappeared without a trace.

He thought happily. When the night came, he would take these things to the witches. Yesterday, only the wormwood was used in exchange for meat. Today, he used the ginger, I was afraid that he would have to exchange more things.

When this thought came out, Ji Thief was already happy from ear to ear.

After tidying up the ginger, Ji Thief didn't throw away the **** stems. After all, he didn't know if there was any excess **** in the valley. He left these **** stems, or he cultivated them.

As for whether **** can live or not, Ji Thief doesn’t worry about it. The Compendium of Materia Medica says that as long as the roots of **** are present, it can live. rhizome.