~： Two hundred and nine, gems are as brittle as glass

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"Big brother, we have counted. There are 27 people in the Karazhan tribe, of which 15 were uninjured and 12 were slightly injured. As for the severely injured, we have helped them get rid of them." Xiaoqiang walked over respectfully. Reporting.

In the prehistoric world, there are basically no drugs. Wild people are injured entirely by their own healing ability. Minor injuries can be healed without being infected with **** bacteria. Serious injuries have no chance of survival.

Because of the lack of supplies, once a severely injured person appears in the tribe, according to the public opinion, it will help him relieve the pain, because the injured person will consume the supplies, not only will it continue to consume during the healing period, but also will attract many terrible bacteria due to the wound.

There were many tribes, and there had been a terrible plague. In the end, none of that tribe was spared.

This is very dangerous, and life is not easy!

"Are all the arrows recovered?" Zhao Yunxiang asked.

"It's recovered, but it was a bit laborious when recovering." When Xiaoqiang recovered the arrow, he still followed Zhao Yunxiang's words, first cut the meat next to the arrow with the semi-precious spear blade, otherwise it would not be able to pull it out. After all, the arrow is triangular, just like a barb.

It doesn't matter if you are seriously injured or the corpse is drawing arrows, but those who are slightly injured are miserable. The semi-precious stone spear blades are all poisoned and cannot be used. You can only use the Buwanga tribe's own.

The sharpness of flint is completely incomparable with ordinary stones!

Zhao Yunxiang came to the tribal center and looked at the wounded, because they had experienced a tragic arrow-drawing experience. They were very honest, and some savages still had tear marks on their faces.

Zhao Yunxiang glanced around and nodded silently. Very good, these savages have no hatred, at least they don’t need to consume their lives anymore.

Now Zhao Yunxiang is very nervous and savage. The more of them, the better.

There is still a lot of meat in the tribe. There is still a lot of the dinosaur's carcass left. To prevent corruption, they all hide large pieces of dragon meat in the cave.

The cave is dark, the temperature is not high, and the meat is not perishable.

However, after such a long time, the meat must be cooked. If the delay continues, the dragon meat will really deteriorate.

"Xiaoqiang, you are going to carry the dragon meat back. Today you have to deal with the dragon meat. If you continue to delay, it will be wasted." Zhao Yunxiang greeted Wangcai, and walked towards the dense forest one by one.

At night, the creatures in the forest began to become active, and the giant Malu was coming out to hunt for food. Their body length was as much as 2 meters. When this creature crawled, its thin feet rubbed against the armor, making a crisp and harsh sound.

Giant Malu is a vegetarian, and occasionally eats some small animals, and usually does not attack adult wild people, except for babies of course.

Malu’s perception is quite good, perhaps because he felt a huge creature coming, it immediately fled.

After all, Wangcai’s physique is there, weighing 6 tons!

"These are the trees, knock them down!" Zhao Yunxiang came to the forest. He was very reluctant to come to the dense forest at night because there were too many mosquitoes.

A mosquito the size of a fly asks you if you are afraid, if you slap it, the burst of plasma can splash on your face.

"Hoho~!"

Wangcai raised his foot reluctantly, then kicked the small tree violently.

"Crack~!"

A one-meter-diameter tree was knocked down to the ground. This kind of tree has luxuriant branches and leaves, making it suitable for a smokehouse.

Yesterday’s thatched house uses this kind of tree-arc frame, and the overall effect is not bad.

came back with a few trees, and the wild people built a huge tripod with ease, and then piled up a lot of leaves.

In the prehistoric world, conifers are more common. This kind of tree trunks are relatively strong, but the leaves are too small.

In fact, what Zhao Yunxiang likes most is the mucus secreted by conifers after injury, which is equivalent to modern rosin, a natural adhesive.

I was playing with a piece of crystal clear pine resin, and there was an ant the size of a thumb in the pine resin. This thing was formed by coincidence. Under special circumstances, after tens of thousands of years, it will become a priceless amber. .

"Big brother, what did you make this house for?" Xiaoqiang checked the sturdiness of the house, and at the same time collected many shrubs and fresh weeds according to what Zhao Yunxiang said.

"Our dinosaur meat is too much, let alone today, even the day after tomorrow, I can't finish eating it, I want to process the meat in this house so that it can be stored for a long time." Zhao Yunxiang took a picture of the newly constructed small house.

"How to deal with it?" Xiaoqiang asked again. He liked contacting Zhao Yunxiang the most because he could learn a lot of knowledge, which even the elders of the tribe had never heard of.

"First roast the meat half-cooked, and then bring it to the small house, light a fire under the house, and place the shrubs and fresh weeds on the cover, so that thick smoke will form." Zhao Yunxiang paused, "The thick smoke brings temperature. The unique smoky smell can further make the half-cooked dragon meat dry and mature, and finally become a unique flavor of smoked meat."

"This..." Xiaoqiang said that he didn't quite understand Can smoked meat be cooked? Does the fire ignite the bushes? Or... the bush will put out the fire because it is too humid. "

"So, someone needs to watch the smokehouse, and then adjust it at any time." Zhao Yunxiang shrugged, "Unfortunately, it's tropical. Otherwise, there is no need to worry about the deterioration of dragon meat."

"What is a freezer?" Xiaoqiang asked again.

"Hurry up and work!!" Zhao Yunxiang said that he had a headache, and he didn't want to say anything to the savage who had so many questions.

It didn’t take long for the smokehouse to be made. The wild people divided the fire into several piles, and sliced ​​dragon meat was grilled on the fire.

The semi-precious spear blade of the Karazhan tribe is really useful for cutting meat. Although this is poisoned, the toxin will be completely dissipated after the flame is roasted.

Xiaoqiang grilled the meat, thought for a while, and then muttered to himself, "If flames will remove the toxins, then the poisoned spear will be innocuous after roasting?"

With this idea, he started to try, and then...

"Big man, what will the spear blade explode?" Xiaoqiang touched his face. Just now, the spear blade suddenly exploded. Unexpectedly, the spear blade's fragments were so hot that they couldn't get off the face. Xiaoqiang's face was hot.

Looking at Xiaoqiang like this, Zhao Yunxiang felt helpless, the Savage’s IQ was really not high. .

"The texture of gemstones is similar to that of glass. If you bake it like this, if it is heated unevenly, it will definitely burst." Zhao Yunxiang looked at Xiaoqiang who was scalded, "I didn't expect that the spear blade of semi-precious stones would not be so heated."

The power of flame is very strong. Only with fire can civilization be bred, and Xiaoqiang's thinking is relatively avant-garde.