This is a feast, probably the most primitive feast of viscera. Countryside people are more likely to suffer from "blindness", which is night blindness. Some elderly people cannot see things at night as they get older, and even some children have inherited this disease.
Zhang Heng had a playmate of the same age in the village who had a sparrow blindfold. When the light was a little dark, things looked messy, just like the feathers of a sparrow. It was very inconvenient to move around blindfolded. The old man in the village said that he had to eat more offal to be able to do it.
Okay, so there are many old people in the village who like to eat liver. It seems that Chinese medicine also says that eating liver can improve eyesight.
Zhang Heng couldn't help but think happily, people in space have learned to eat animal offal since primitive society. Doesn't this eliminate night sleep syndrome from the source? In the future, the elderly and children in the village will no longer have to suffer from dark eye disease.
After he enjoyed himself for a while, he became even hungrier!
Not polite, he took the thigh meat handed over by the bearded man and took a big bite. It tasted very good, and he was the only one whose thigh was intact, so he was treated mediocrely!
"Everyone eat it, it's all ready." Zhang Heng swallowed a mouthful of meat but saw that everyone was just looking at the jar eagerly, but did not come forward to eat.
He slapped his forehead and shouted to the witch: "Eat!" But he was also a little confused when he saw the shaman and it was difficult to communicate.
He simply handed the thigh meat back to the bearded man, stepped forward and took a piece of heart and lung into his mouth. It tasted very good. The heart and lung in the village were quite cheap, but the heart and lung soup was very thick, thicker than stewed pig trotters soup. He tried again
I had a piece of fat sausage and the taste was okay, but it still had the unavoidable smell of feces and it wasn't washed very well.
He also tried the oil dregs, small intestines, and kidneys. This pot tasted great. It had a more special aroma than the pig's offal. It should be due to the deer itself. But he didn't try the soup, leaving the belly to eat the meat.
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"Eat!" Zhang Heng stood up and roared, beating his chest, his ribs banging. He liked this feeling.
"Eat, ugh~~!" Everyone roared.
The three leaders, Wu, Ba and Cuckoo, came up and started to share the food with everyone. Wu also found two branches and wanted to imitate Zhang Heng to pick up the meat from the jar, but he tried several times and failed, so he finally threw it away.
He dropped the branch, grabbed it directly into the jar with his hands, suddenly grabbed a piece of fat intestine, and stuffed it into his mouth the next moment.
Zhang Heng looked a little worried, the witch wouldn't burn his hands, but he felt relieved when he thought about the witch grabbing bones in the fire just now.
"Woo, large intestine, eat!" Wu shouted excitedly, actually remembering the syllable of large intestine. Then, Cuckoo and Ba came forward to grab the internal organs to eat, and Wu grabbed another jar at this time.
The small intestine was filled with grease on his hands, and he kept adding it, almost roaring in his mouth: "King, sun, good harvest!"
Zhang Heng sat on the grass bunk with a smile, gnawing on his thigh meat. He was very happy. In his real daydreams, he had imagined many times that he would become a great person, attract everyone's attention, and win the world for his mother.
Thinking of his mother, if he knew what he was doing in the primitive space, she would also be happy for him!
Primitive people ate very quickly and devoured it voraciously. Even though there is enough food now, and one big deer beast is enough for everyone to eat, everyone still bites fiercely, but they are very conscious and only eat their own part.
The women and children took very small pieces of meat. They grabbed a small piece of offal from the jar and retreated to the corner. However, Ba, Cugu and others ate without any care, but they did not move after finishing the big meat in their hands.
Seize children and women, distribute according to need, distribute according to work, Zhang Heng thought of these two words again.
Not long after, he was not full yet, and everyone basically finished their portion. Then he saw Wu holding up the jar and wanted to hand it to him. Zhang Heng shook his head to signal that he would not drink, so Wu took the lead and took a sip first.
Soup, and then the jar was passed around in turn, and everyone took a sip.
The men drank more, while the women and children just took a sip and passed it to the next person. This should be the tradition formed by primitive ethnic groups!
At the end of the day, the children could only bury their heads in the jar and add the leftovers. Even the grease was completely added. Their digestion ability was average. Zhang Heng would never be able to add it to his stomach, and he would not be able to bear it mentally.
"King, O Jie Road, sun, good harvest!" The hymn began to continue, and the jar had been wiped clean by the witch and solemnly placed back on the stone platform.
Zhang Heng thought for a while and gave up the idea of bringing in iron and aluminum pots. Pottery is the treasure of China. History books say that only China has pottery. If he brought in pots from outside, what if the pottery making in primitive society could not develop?
If he got up, wouldn't he be destroying the brilliant civilization?
After coming back to his senses, now that he had eaten and drank enough, the Spring Tribe had already seen it. Remembering the original intention of coming in, he said: "Witch, I want to take Ba out to hunt, go out, go outside!"
"Good harvest!" Wu roared, roughly understanding what Zhang Heng meant.
Zhang Heng already had a high opinion of Wu's intelligence and a very good impression of the old man. Regardless of whether the old man could understand or not, he praised him very much. Without further delay, he motioned for the men to set off together, and the roasted liver
But he didn't eat it. Zhang Heng solemnly gave it to the witch and asked the witch to handle it by himself. The boiled and dried liver was very hard, chewy enough, and able to withstand hunger.
"Let's go hunting!" Zhang Heng waved his hand and led the way out of the cave with a pig knife and spear in his hand. However, as soon as he went out, he automatically retreated to the center of the crowd. It was extremely dangerous outside, and any deer or beast could kill him.
Ba was holding a large iron ax with one arm in his left hand, and he was also holding a rough stone ax in his right hand. The stone ax was still stronger in terms of hitting force, but the iron ax was sharper. Ba rushed to the front, looking very bold and a little bit
crazy.
Zhang Heng guessed that Ba might always go out to fight alone. He is lonely and strong. Without helpers, he needs to work ten times harder to obtain meat and feed the Chun tribe in winter and spring. A lonely hunter
Killer, tyrant!
Zhang Heng is excitedly looking forward to the scene when Ba fights with the wild beasts. He wants to learn and work hard to catch up. He wants to one day be able to gallop alone in the primitive space without fear of any wild beast attacks!
"Forest, enter the forest!" Zhang Heng roared. There were ten people in the group. He had the courage to enter the forest. Not only did he want to hunt powerful beasts, but he was also attracted by the scenery in the forest. "Forest, woo~~~
!" The men followed and roared, but the bearded man remained silent, with the ax and stick in hand, following Zhang Heng closely, which made him feel more at ease.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the forest, Zhang Heng saw a herd of deer, which looked like the deer beasts he had hunted at the beginning. This time, there were actually more than ten of them. However, as soon as they saw the crowd, they ran away and disappeared, as fast as lightning, making it impossible to catch up.
Zhang Heng was disappointed but also a little lucky. If he had encountered this herd of deer at first, he was afraid that there would have been casualties. He decided to only look for lone beasts to hunt. Let Ba Shang go first.
Surround and kill...
PS: Thanks to (the top four men) and (little white bear) for the reward.
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