Chapter 8

Yan Mo suddenly covered his eyes, don't lie to me, don't lie to me... I want to believe, I want to reform well, just please don't lie to me! "

Hello! What are you crying for? "A big foot kicked him lightly, and I cried to death, and I won't give you an extra piece of meat!"

Yan Mo silently wiped away his tears and rubbed his arm. Damn, it hurts to kick him!

Two large voles-like creatures were thrown beside him.

Can you move? Peel the skin if you can move, be careful, don't peel the skin, if you break it, I will kill you! "

Slaves have no human rights, even slaves who are too wounded to move and starve for two days.

Yan Mo's original body can't be skinned, but this body does.

The two large voles did not have much blood, their necks were twisted and there was a bleeding hole, probably all the blood was sucked by the man.

Why use so much water? Yuan Zhan also kicked the stone knife in front of him. Seeing that there was not much water in the water tank, he frowned, poured the remaining water into the stone pot, threw the water ladle into the water tank, and even picked up the half-human-high stone tank. Just go.

Yan Mo... No wonder there are no wooden barrels here, dare you all use water tanks to fill water!

Chapter 6 Punishment Always Comes When You Forget

When Yan Mo finally peeled off the skin of a large field mouse with an unskilled technique, it was almost evening, and the sunset glowing in the west sky glowed a brilliant red.

Many people have already prepared or are making dinner, and the strong aroma of barbecue can't stop piercing Yan Mo's nose.

After swallowing several saliva in a row, the diligent Kusamachi next door had already roasted the meat. While calling the master out for dinner, he also came over to help Yan Mo deal with another field mouse.

Are you hungry for a long time? I see you have no strength. Kusamachi twisted the neck of the large field mouse, used a stone knife to circle around the bleeding opening, cut off the tendons connecting the flesh and the skin, etc., and pulled the skin down with his hands.

The whole vole skin was torn off like this.

The people here seem to be very powerful. Yan Mo looked at his hands, was he lacking energy because he was hungry? Ninety percent are.

Yan Mo was embarrassed to ask Cao Ding to do everything for him. He picked up the stone knife and cut open the skin of the vole. This was the capital of his previous life. He changed his body. Although he still felt a little strange, he still had the basic skills.

The first vole was still a little slow in handling its internal organs, but when it was the second vole's turn, he was much more proficient.

By the time Kusamachi found out, he had already evenly divided a field mouse.

There is no need to chop, such a small prairie mouse is most convenient to roast whole. "

Yan Mo stopped. He was habitually planning to cut the meat into pieces for braised or stir-fry, but he forgot that there was no concept of braised or stir-fry here.

Kusamachi helped cut another intact prairie rat, smeared it with coarse salt, and placed it on the fire pit.

The chopped ones can only be used for cooking. Next time, remember that it is best not to cook the meat, because our salt will be bitter when boiled in water, but it will not have that bitter taste when roasted on fire. "Cao Ding sighed, when Yan Mo can't cook. The priest's disciple, maybe he doesn't need to cook by himself?

Salt will be bitter because it contains other minerals, as long as it is boiled and filtered several times, it will be much better. "Yan Mo pointed.

Kusamachi gave him a strange look, how many times to cook? That much làng fee? Do you know how precious salt, water, and burning grass are? Even the Yanshan people can't be so expensive. Yuan Zhan has a good heart, and he didn't tell you if you used so much salt, water, and burning grass. If you change to other adults, you will be hungry if you don't get beaten up. pause. "

It turns out that the people here do not know how to obtain better-tasting salt, but are reluctant? No wonder he imparted knowledge, but the Exile Guide didn't respond.

Also, even in the 21st century, ordinary people in many impoverished places in China are still living an extremely primitive life.

Yan Mo was thick-skinned, so he didn't blush because of it.

It would be great if the article on geography and hydrology in the guide could be used now. With this climate and environment, you might be able to find natural salt ponds and salt lakes nearby. The temperature here is so high and the sun is so strong during the day that boiling salt will not work at all. The drying salt method can be carried out, and the drying salt method itself is much more environmentally friendly and economical than the boiling salt method.

But until the scum value of others has not dropped to 100 million points, it is useless to think about this.

Yan Mo originally wanted to make kebabs with rat meat cut into pieces, but found that there was no suitable stick, so he could only give up.

Yuan Zhan came back with the big water tank full, and saw that Yan Mo was going to cook the meat, he put down the water tank and kicked him. He is not allowed to cook meat in the future, there is not much water for you. "

Kusamachi didn't dare to say a word, bowed his head and left.

Yan Mo endured it silently. He had to completely change his mind. In such a ghost place that lacked everything, instead of trying to make life better, it was better to think about how to live longer.

Yuan Zhan ate half a prairie mouse by himself, and left half a pot of boiled meat for Yan Mo.

Yan Mo felt that Yuan Zhan was probably not full, and he was unwilling to give him the half-pot of meat.

Yan Mo almost used it to pounce. As soon as Yuan Zhan agreed, he immediately climbed to the edge of the stone pot and reached down to fish for the boiled meat that had cooled down.

He was very hungry, even if it was boiled white meat in salted water with a severe bitter taste, he ate it as if he had never seen meat before, and even held the broth.

Get up and drink one gān two clean.

It was already dark, Yuan Zhan carefully covered the fire pit.

Yan Mo licked his fingers and asked: Don't you need to keep fire? "

There is a fire pit in the clan, and there are slaves who watch it specially. From now on, you will remember to go to the fire pit every morning to make a fire and come back to cook, and put out the fire when you go to bed at night. "

Why not keep the fire on your own? "

How to stay? Let the firewood burn overnight? "Yuan Zhan looked at Yan Mo with contempt if your brain is broken.

Yan Mo shut up again. He remembered that his grandparents used to burn the stove when he was a child. At night, he would cover the fire in the stove with agitated lean carbon, and only poked a small fire hole to allow the coal inside to burn incompletely. The fire can be left on until the next morning.

But this method is obviously not suitable here, and he is not very knowledgeable about it, and he has to study it further.

It seems that reducing the scum value here is much more difficult than he imagined.

Yan Mo was about to raise his middle finger to God again, but Yuan Zhan grabbed his arm and dragged him directly into the tent.

Leaving Yan Mo's arm, Yuan Zhan pointed to the corner where the garbage was piled up. You will sleep here in the future, and you can use those furs."

There was no fire in the tent, it was pitch black. Yan Mo could only see something vaguely after getting used to it for a long time.

Yuan Zhan turned his head and took a torch in, and inserted it into the ground beside the stone table in the center of the tent.

Yan Mo clearly saw some small insects on the ground quickly dispersing to the four sides, and then looked at the dark corner, will he sleep with the insects in the future?

Yuan Zhan put down the tent's curtain, closed it, pressed the corner with a stone, turned to look at Yan Mo's injured leg, and tied the broken leg with a wooden board, so that the broken bone would not be displaced? This method is good. I have not seen our priests use it. Did the Yanshan priest teach you? "

Yan Mo nodded, stretched out his hand and grabbed a piece of rotten fur... He swore that when he picked up the fur, no less than five bugs would definitely fall out of the fur and crawl away.

Yuan Zhan walked to the edge of his bed, untied his leather skirt and threw it on the stone table, and sat on the bed with such carelessness.

Yan Mo looked at the huge lump under the shadow of Yin Yin, and was silent. Are all the people here growing so well?

What is your name? "

Yan Mo. "

how old are you? "

fourteen. "

You are three years younger than me, but you are not even a first-class warrior. You are really useless. Yuan Zhan scratched his belly and spared no effort to fight his slaves. He said: I was a first-level warrior at the age of twelve, and I was promoted to the second-level at fifteen. If there is more training and fighting, I will definitely become a soldier soon. A third-level soldier, I will be able to have two slaves at that time, and I will definitely choose the second slave, and I will definitely find one who is beautiful and easy to raise."

Yan Mo's expression was a little cracked. It turns out that the guy who claimed to be his master is still an underage kid? The primitive man really matured early, and he thought this kid was already in his twenties.

However, from his memory, the people here are all precocious. Thirteen or fourteen years old is the age to support a family. Many people even marry and have children at this age. For modern people, he is still a child at this age. , but to the locals, he is already an adult, so seventeen years old is really a full-fledged hard worker here.

My lord, if that's the case, why didn't you accept a slave girl from the beginning? Just like the original sculptor next door. "Yan Mo stabbed his master. Then, enduring the severe pain in his leg, he tore out the pieces of rotten fur, shook them cleanly, and spread them on the ground.

Yan Mo didn't expect Yuan Zhan to answer him, but he didn't expect Yuan Zhan to answer: Female slaves are expensive, and if you have female slaves, you will have children. I'm afraid I won't be able to support them. "

After a while, Yuan Zhan said sullenly: I don't want to eat my own child, and I don't want to give my child to others to eat. "

Yan Mo's hand stopped, this tribe will live in such a harsh environment in winter? Not only eat slaves, but also eat children that their own tribe can't support?

This kind of situation is completely absent in the Yanshan people. Although the Yanshan people also have the custom of eating people, they are relatively rich in guarding the salt mines, so winter is not too difficult. . Probably because of this, his clan would rather abandon him than treat him as food.

But if I go up to fighter level three, I can support my own children. "Yuan Zhan lay down, his tone turned cold: tomorrow it's my turn to go out hunting, the shortest five days, the longest ten days, there is not much food at home, I will tell Yuandiao, let Caoding take care of you, you eat less, When you come back, I will return your rations to the original eagle. I am not here, don't run around, you haven't got my mark on your body yet, you were caught, trouble!"

Yes, my lord. "

It didn't take long for Yuan Zhan to hear a slight snoring sound. He was physically exhausted during the day and fell asleep quickly at night.