through primitive society

Chapter 697 The Found Wizard Moon (1)
The reason why Wu Xiyue was so sure that Yang Luo would send people from her tribe to look for her was the reason. In the hospital, there were not many patients who came here for treatment.

As long as there is money, manpower, and material resources, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, they will not let it go.

And Yang Luo happened to be specific about these things. He had manpower and material resources... money?Cough, the most valuable thing in primitive society is food.I wonder if Yang Luo will come to exchange for food?
The most important point is: she believes that there is no witch doctor here who can tell what kind of disease Yang Luo has. Otherwise, Yang Luo would have invited a witch doctor to cure him.

It is precisely because of these few days that Wu Xiyue is convinced that Yang Luo will not let her, a wizard or a witch doctor, go.

Are you a member of the Misuo tribe? Damn it!Now it is completely out of her consideration.They have to suffer some setbacks if they are too smooth. If Nima can't return to the Cangcuo tribe, there are all kinds of complaints.

Territory, I'm sorry, she won't give up even an inch.One point of hope for her to strive for eight points of hope!Only with a territory can we stand firm here and let the clansmen feel at ease.

"Yue, come here." The awn in the night had already merged with the blackness of the night, even if he was tall and slender, he couldn't tell where it was at the moment.

Wu Xiyue walked up to him relying on her voice and feeling, "What's the matter? What did you see?" As she spoke, she suddenly heard some chattering sounds at her feet.

Huh?The sound of chick cubs?

"It's a wild pheasant, it just came out of the egg." Mang had already bent down, and gently held a trembling little wild pheasant in his big palm and stood up, "Would you like to touch them, these little things are roasted and eaten It is so fragrant that you can eat even the bones."

"..." Wu Xiyue said with a green face, "Such a small thing is not enough for you to eat in one bite, right? Are you willing to eat it?"

Mang laughed in a low voice, and his elegant voice, like a piece of jade, blew into his ears slowly in the night, "Wild pheasants are the most numerous things. They can lay one egg a day. Their nests are also hard to find. I just eat each once in a while."

"How about it, do you want to grab it and just try it? It's really delicious. It would be even better if you sprinkle some salt on it." Mang was tempting her not to miss the delicious food.

Wu Xiyue finally remembered the flash of light in her mind when she saw a lot of wild duck eggs by the river where she was hunting the red-haired bison!Damn!At that time, if you think about it a little more, you will definitely think of it!

Domesticated!She can completely treat these hatched wild pheasants as domestic chickens; isn't domestic fowl evolved from these?
Like wild geese domesticated into geese, primitive domesticated chickens, and wild ducks domesticated into domestic ducks.

The Chinese poultry farming has a long history, which can be traced back to the primitive society of the Neolithic period about 8000-[-] years ago.

The ruins of Banpo Village in Xi'an, the ruins of primitive villages such as Peiligang in Xinzheng County, Henan, and Cishan, Hebei have all found traces of Chinese ancestors raising chickens.

The 3000-year-old oracle bone inscriptions unearthed from the Yin Ruins already have pictographs of chickens. The composition of the characters shows that chickens are raised with ropes tied to their legs and claws, for fear of it flying away.

Wow! Go!Stupid!I thought about it earlier and accumulated a certain amount of experience.

Without further ado, Wu Xiyue immediately said to Mang: "Quick, see how many wild pheasant cubs there are, and catch them all for me." Lei quacked, she is now a psychic!Think of many good ways you can advance your tribe.

Poultry for sure!From then on, there is no need to go hunting in winter. In other seasons, you can still go hunting.Wild game is rare.

On a clear night, Mang seemed to see the joy on the woman's pretty face, and thought she really wanted to eat roasted pheasant after he told her.

Then he smiled gently, and said leisurely: "It's enough to catch a few, and it's not easy to take too many; if you don't survive, you can't roast them and eat them."

"Who said I'm going to bake it?" Wu Xiyue rolled his eyes at him and said seriously, "I want to raise these things and eat them later!"

Raise?Eat after growing up?

Mang opened his mouth, wanting to tell the woman that this little thing is really hard to survive.Now that he scratched it, it is estimated that several of them died the next morning.

"The straw baskets are filled with herbs. If you want to pretend to go, you need to weave a new one." Mang was very sensible and didn't tell the woman such a cruel truth. Besides, his woman is a wizard who can't be compared with any wizard. How to raise these little things up.

But, hope...it's really not that big.

However, why didn't they think of catching some wild animals before and raising them by themselves?Basically, they let go of the small ones, or they just don't fight.

Only when they see big ones will they hunt back desperately and drag them to the tribe to eat.

If it is said that the tribesmen can raise wild animals, the jade-colored eyes glowing with warmth and light gradually sink a lot of light. If it is said that Yuezhen can raise the captured wild animals alive, wouldn't the tribesmen never be hungry? up?
No longer need to step on the snow that barely reaches the chest to go hunting in winter, and no need to risk the heat to go hunting in summer?
Smart men only need a little to get through.

Primitive people whose spiritual intelligence has not yet developed just need someone to point out, lead, and guide them.Even a little advice would benefit them infinitely.

"Don't tell the clansmen what happened tonight. It's not too late to talk about it after I raise it. I will weave the straw baskets myself, and it will be finished soon." Wu Xiyue is a personality that will be said after the event is completed, and she doesn't want to disturb it for the time being. The clansmen waste time with things.

It really didn't take long for a straw basket, and she had already woven one before the people from behind caught up.

The little wild pheasants were startled by Mang so much that they chirped and screamed in terror, and their small and soft body shook like a sieve. Wu Xiyue gently touched them and carefully placed them in the grass basket.

In the dark, I also put the scattered feathers near the chicken coop into the grass basket. These are left by the mother pheasant. Putting them together in the grass basket will make the wild pheasant cubs feel more at ease.

"Hold it well, don't get bogged down." Wu Xiyue carefully handed these little wild pheasants into Mang's hands as if they were treasures, and said solemnly: "These are the hopes for our tribe to have a lot of food. If you don't Give me a good hug, heh heh, I won’t have any meat in my life.”

(End of this chapter)