let go of that priestess

Jiang Hongdou stopped, gestured and said: "When traveling alone, put it in your hair to identify yourself.

Generally, bird feathers are worn by more powerful tribesmen, while ordinary tribesmen only wear free chicken feathers. "

"Hey! So it's an ID card, um, it's not right, it also represents status."

Ji Cheng understood, and shook his head again: "The day I start to expand the population, I will have a better way.

Bird feathers are not used for this. Those large pieces of feathers can be used to make fans and arrow feathers. If you accumulate too much, you can also weave them into pieces and tie them above our camp to keep out the wind and rain.

The smaller ones, which are covered by the skin, are called down feathers, or fluff for short. These can be used to make the combustible materials we mentioned before, or they can be used to make pillow cores, quilts, etc. Vest, and inner padding for winter clothing. "

"..."

Ginger Red Bean was dumbfounded.

Not only did I completely guess Ji Cheng's intentions wrong, but also...

"Yes, are there so many uses!? If you don't say it, I will definitely lose it."

"Don't have such thoughts!"

Ji Cheng said with a serious face, "At present, as long as you can see with your eyes, there are no useless resources.

We are so poor that we don't even have a pair of underpants!

All resources must be used wisely! "

Chapter 11 No container to feed pets at night

Well...we're poor, we're poor, we're poor.

All resources must be used wisely.

Jiang Hongdou silently memorized Ji Cheng's teaching, and then pointed to the bird's blood that flowed wantonly on the ground.

"These are wasted."

"..."

Ji Cheng glanced at it and nodded, "It's a waste."

"What a waste!?"

Jiang Hongdou opened his mouth slightly, originally he just wanted to refute Ji Cheng's exaggerated words, but he really felt it was a waste.

"What is the use of bird blood? You don't sacrifice..."

"I still want to ask you."

Ji Cheng said, "Apart from offering sacrifices, don't you eat them?"

"Eat? Ah...Of course I don't mean to squeeze out the blood of the prey, but I don't eat it on purpose either."

Jiang Hongdou pouted: "We're not that primitive yet."

Appeared!

Primitives say they are not primitive.

Ji Cheng nodded: "It means that besides you, there are tribes that directly drink blood, right?"

"Well, that small tribe doesn't even have sacrifices."

Jiang Hongdou paused, afraid that Ji Cheng might misunderstand, and added, "I mean, they don't know how to use blood for sacrifices, and they don't pass on knowledge."

"understood."

Ji Cheng paid a little attention——

A small tribe that does not offer sacrifices to the gods.

Um......

"Let's talk about it."

He said: "These blood can indeed be eaten, but it is not drunk directly. It should be made into blood tofu and cooked with various seasonings. It is delicious. I will let you try it when I have a chance."

"emmm"

good to eat?

Jiang Hongdou couldn't deny it, balanced his past experience and trust in Ji Cheng, and came to a conclusion - we'll talk about it later.

Continue to deal with the white bird.

Ji Cheng glanced at the bird in her hand, then at the bird blood that was dripping everywhere, paused and said:

"Gouged out the bird's buttocks, cut off the bird's head, we don't eat it."

"Huh? Waste!"

"Hey~ It won't be wasted. If you don't eat it, you don't eat it, but don't throw it away."

Ji Cheng narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I'll feed these to my pets at night."

"?..." Jiang Hongdou was startled when he heard that, and looked up at Ji Cheng for a moment, his pupils shrinking slightly.

pet?

I have never heard of this term, but I can understand it.

"You mean..."

"That's right, that's what's on your mind right now."

Ji Cheng shrugged his shoulders and said, "We don't have any basins now, and bird blood is not easy to handle or collect, so we can only let it flow everywhere like this."

"Well......"

Jiang Hongdou frowned slightly, and said after a while: "Container, Ji Cheng, we need containers.

In addition to being unable to receive bird blood without a container, we also cannot receive water to boil for drinking.

Although fruit can be used to quench thirst temporarily, it does not seem to be a long-term solution. "

"No problem, we need containers." Ji Cheng nodded: "What do you usually use as containers?"

"Burn the soil." Jiang Hongdou said: "The fine soil by the river."

"Oh, clay fired into pottery? No."

Ji Cheng gestured to the bonfire next to him and said, "Just put it in this kind of fire?"

"um, yes."

"Oh, that's biscuit."

"You know everything..." Jiang Hongdou felt a little bit shocked, and asked humbly:

"What is pottery? From what you're saying, it's more powerful than the... biscuit that was fired directly from soil?"

"That's right, the bottom line temperature required for biscuits is 600 degrees, pottery needs 950 degrees, the fired ones are stronger and more durable, and it will also unlock the pre-technology of iron making and glass making, and then...

Well, it's getting too far. "

A lot of new terms were said at once.

Looking at the dizzy girl, Ji Cheng coughed and said, "For now, getting a biscuit to boil water is enough for drinking.

Speaking of which, I would like to ask you for advice. Regarding the issue of 'survival', you are actually much more sensitive than me.

Besides containers, in your opinion, what else is missing for us to survive?In this way, the plan after the meal is better arranged. "

"Oh."

Finally, I didn't say anything about temperature, iron making, glass...

Jiang Hongdou breathed a sigh of relief, thought for a while and said, "The most important thing is food, clothing and housing.

You must live here in the bonfire camp. You can solve the food, and you can only go to the river to drink water temporarily, mainly for clothes.

If you look like this..."

She looked Ji Cheng up and down, and shook her head: "It's fine now, but if you're not careful at night, you'll get sick."

"Uh." Ji Cheng was startled when he heard that.

The season is probably spring now.

In the forest, at night, it will still be cold.

No... I will definitely be cold in this fashionable vine outfit!

Then catch a cold, get sick, and even more serious illnesses from it, plus there is no medical condition at hand at the moment.

Hiss, this is a terrible thing!

Ji Cheng came back to his senses, and nodded seriously: "Understood, the main plan after dinner is to get me dressed, and then try to improve our sleeping conditions."

"The clothes are easy to make."

Jiang Hongdou pointed to the rotten animal skin hanging above the camp above his head.

"Take that off, wash it, pierce a few holes, tie it up with the vines on your body, and you can barely wear it.

As for the sleeping conditions, pad and cover. "

She thought for a while and said: "This is a bit difficult. We don't have stone axes and knives, so we can't get a lot of grass and plant branches and leaves at once. Even if we use shells to cut a little bit, we still have to weave it. The time may not be enough."

"It's okay, I have an idea."

Ji Cheng thought for a while and said, "Go to the river, transport clay, and make a super simple version of the kang."

"What? Kang?"

"Well, this thing is definitely warm, and you'll know when the time comes."

......

......

Watch for daylight.

It looks like around 2 o'clock in the afternoon.

Ji Cheng and Jiang Hongdou ate two roasted birds in a ratio of about 1:2, ate some fruit, and began to work hard together.

the goal--

Two large frames that do not leak soil as much as possible.

Ji Cheng said that if you want to transport clay, you must have tools for transporting it.

In this way, the frame is made first, then the soil is transported, and finally the kang is made before dark, um...does it really save time?

Jiang Hongdou only felt that time was very tight, so nervous that even saying a word became a luxury.

But since it was Ji Cheng's choice, she still trusted him.

Although I don't even know the steps of making a kang, what it looks like, and what effect it has.

Anyway... get to work!

In the primitive tribe, Ji Cheng, as a man, was in charge of physical labor.

Use shells, hands, feet, and even teeth to 'mow' the campsite in a frenzy.

The plant branches, leaves and vines brought back are handed over to ginger red beans in charge of manual work for further processing.

Hands are dexterously flying, removing excess leaves, weaving horizontally and vertically, quickly.

When the bonfire was replaced with new firewood three times, and the daylight was dim, finally——

The two were very leaky, and they were covered with leaves and a big frame that was still a little leaky, and they were barely made out.

Jiang Hongdou was so tired that he felt that all the food he had eaten before had become exhausted.

She wiped her sweat, looked at her masterpieces out of breath, and was about to pick up one of them and put it on her shoulder when Ji Cheng stopped her.

Ji Cheng tilted his head and looked at her: "What are you doing?"

"Ok?"

Jiang Hongdou was stunned and said, "Two frames, one for each person, isn't it?"