The advantages and disadvantages of the public-owned society in the primitive era were also obvious. As the "ten-man head" recognized by the three highest power leaders in Panshizhai, coupled with the leadership of this hunting, Tianhao's qualification to participate in prey distribution is undoubtedly. Especially for the families under his jurisdiction, the number of shares is divided by the few families, or even a bone is not given, and he has the final say.

It was already dark, and people brought burning torches from the wooden house. Tianhao's short black hair showed a bright color like copper wire under the flames. He turned and walked to the sled full of prey, and loudly issued his first order to come to this strange world.

"Tiankuang, Changfeng, Ayi, Xukun, come here, each of you get a deer."

The villagers of Panshi Village do not have private food. Unless you eat all the prey outside the village, you will have to hand over the public to the public and distribute it by the leader and elders. Only in this way can you ensure that most people will not go hungry or even live very simply when there is insufficient food.

The dense onlookers showed unabashed envy in their eyes. The giant horned deer is so big that even if the antlers on the top of their heads are cut off, this animal is still more than the average height of the northern barbarians. Especially Ayi, except for her mother, there is only one young brother. To her, a whole giant horned deer is equivalent to a huge amount of property. In the eyes of hungry people, those who can eat enough are simply synonymous with "happiness".

No one questioned Tianhao's distribution method. Everyone can see his contribution to the village, not to mention that he was the "Ten Heads" recognized by the priests and the leader.

The young women stared at Tianhao with passionate and shiny eyes. They suddenly had a wonderful feeling. They had never found Tianhao so attractive before. He was radiant, energetic, with a solid and innocent smile, and his whole body was filled with a strong and confident male charm.

If I were the "Ten Heads" tribe under his jurisdiction, I would definitely get the same prey distribution as Ayi.

Pingjun hid in the depths of the crowd, gritting his teeth tightly, holding his hands tightly without saying a word.

...

It's dark.

There is no entertainment program in Panshi Village. Whether it is a noble leader or an ordinary villager, they all believe that the greatest enjoyment in the world is food.

Without salt and other substitutes, it is very difficult to clean the intestines of animals. Tianhao used the easiest method to push the thick deer intestines backwards with a cone knife, and then grab a large ball of snow from the snow and rub it hard. The temperature plus strength leads to large-scale damage to the deer intestine tissue. Then pour it with boiled hot water, and the inner membrane of the intestine can quickly become soaked and can be torn off with a light pull with your hand.

The deer head cannot be wasted. Tian Kuang split it with an axe, took out the deer brain wrapped in pink film, put it in a bowl, and brought it to his elder brother Tianfeng's sickbed like a treasure. He carefully dug out a little with a wooden spoon and sent it into his mouth.

This is an extremely rare delicacy. The northern barbarians pay attention to "the head is the supreme", and the prey brought back by hunters has always been exclusive to priests and great wizards. Only when there are many, can the leader and the clan leader be divided. Further down, the possibility of being assigned to ordinary tribal members according to different identities is extremely low.

The fresh deer without any seasonings had a strong smell of fishy smell, but Tianfeng was extremely satisfied. This was the first time he had eaten this food in his life. He could only imagine how delicious it was, but he did not expect that the things that should belong to the priests and leaders could taste it by himself because of the most inconspicuous efforts of his younger brother.

Tianshuang sat next to the fire pit, peeled off the fur on the deer's head with a sharp knife, and carefully cut off pieces of meat attached to the surface of the skull. She did not go out with the hunting team today, and burned several large pots of hot water at home to take a shower. The lice hidden deep in her hair were scalded to death, and the dirt fell off one after another. Although her body was much cleaner, she still couldn't completely accumulate the body odor since the beginning of winter.

The third brother must obey his words. Brother Hao said: If you don’t take a bath or wash your hair, I won’t give you meat, and I will kill you and distribute it to the people in the village.

Tianshuang is not afraid of death. Death is too far away for her and is unfamiliar with her. But she has a deep understanding of hunger, especially the rich aroma of broth and the barbecue made by her third brother. Just thinking about it makes Tianshuang drool and unable to find any reason to resist.

The meat picked from the deer's head was very scattered and could only be made into soup. Tianhao cut off a whole deer leg, cut it into pieces, washed it, and poured it into the pot. In front of his two brothers and sisters, he took out two fist-sized leather pockets from the corner of the wooden house, untied the tether, and put some light gray dead tree leaves into the pot.

Tianfeng signaled Tiankuang to raise his head. He lay there and asked curiously: "Ahao, last time I saw you put this kind of leaf in the broth. What is this?"

"This is called thyme." Tianhao smiled and untied another pocket, picking up some black particles the size of soybeans from it: "And this, this is called pepper."

Of course, the real thyme and peppercorns are not like this.

In the eyes of the villagers of Panshi Village, the host was a strange and lazy person. He liked to collect various plant leaves and seeds and collect them like the little girls in the civilization era. According to the host's memory, Tianhao found a space under the floor behind the wooden house, which contained dozens of such small leather pockets. Some polished smooth bone fragments were like glass balls that boys often played with; some were filled with withered dried flowers, their colors faded, and the residual fragrance was mixed by tanned rough leather bags, and they could not distinguish their original appearance.

The grey dead tree leaves emit a scent similar to thyme.

The dried black plant granules seeds taste like peppercorns and are a little numb.

Most importantly, they do not contain toxic ingredients.

So they are thyme and pepper, which belongs exclusively to this strange world.

The deer legs were cut into small pieces, soaked in the sea water and put them on the iron brazing. The fire quickly grilled the skewers to the surface, making a comfortable "sizzling" sound. Tianshuang was drooling when he saw them, and Tiankuang couldn't help but reach out to get them several times, but Tianhao raised his hand again and again until he finally sprinkled with spice powder. Then he handed over the grilled skewers with a playful look.

The hot oil melted on the tongue, wrapping the tender barbecue. Although the spices of unknown origin were rough and not as particular as civilized times, they mixed with hot oil and seeped into the venison fibers, emitting a strong aroma when they were tearing teeth and stirring saliva, rushing into the nasal cavity along the passage and rising to the brain.

"tasty!"

“It’s so delicious!”

"The meat that San Ge roasted is so delicious."

The three siblings exclaimed in their own different ways.

These comments do not seem to be much meaning in Tianhao's opinion. They are just a bond that maintains family affection. While barbecuing meat, he flicked the iron rod of the skewers with his fingers, making a crisp tremolo.

He noticed that many trivial matters Panshi Village lacked many things necessary for daily life, and there were some objects that even he, the parasitic resurrection, was amazed by.

As for metal forging, Panshizhai obviously has mastered superb skills in this regard. Whether it is the tip of the spear, machete, dagger, or the iron rod of the skewer in his hand, it has surprisingly hardness and toughness.

It feels very comfortable to eat, especially after a day of fatigue, eating a delicious meal of meat is the greatest happiness in the world in Tiankuang. He smeared his greasy mouth and lay on the thick haystack, gently stroked his bloated belly, and moaned with satisfaction.

Tianhao ordered Tianshuang, who was licking his fingers, "The broth will have to be boiled for a while. Look at the water in the pot, cook it until it is half dry and continue to fill it up, and then cook it half dry and you can eat it. Let the elder brother drink more soup, which will be good for his health."

Tianfeng, who knew what he meant, asked quickly: "Lao San, where are you going?"

"I'll go find the high priest." Tianhao explained simply: "Some things need to be discussed. I may be back a little late. Brother, please go to bed first when you have enough, don't wait for me."

...

The leader Fusong sat on a thick piece of logs, staring at the swaying flames in front of him. The boiling soup pot was stewed with internal organs and bones. The former was cut into pieces and the latter was smashed open. The mastiff oil flowed out of the hollow bone tube and slowly melted during the continuous high-temperature stewing. As the bubbles that continued to explode on the soup noodles splashed everywhere, a "hissing" sound was made on the boiling metal edge.

The hunting team leader Yonggang was already hungry. He cut off half of the deer legs, held the part close to the deer's hooves, and the fur had not yet been removed, and baked the bone-shaped venison rack in a volcano. He held a knife in his right hand, and then baked it and then ate it. There was a bowl of sea water next to it. Every time he cut off the roasted flakes, he would dip it quickly in the bowl, with a hint of saltiness and a sharp drop in the surface of the flakes, he picked it up with the tip of the knife and stuffed it into his mouth.

The old priest witch slowly added firewood to the fire. As he got older, it was not easy to deal with barbecue and other foods. He preferred to stew the thick broth until it was cooked, especially in such cold weather, when drinking a hot bowl, he would feel comfortable.

"Five thousand giant horned deer, how much is the harvest this time?" Despite learning the details from the hunters, the old priest still found it incredible.

Fusong lowered his head awkwardly and scratched the back of his head with his thick fingers. His nails were long and the gaps were filled with black dirt: "I was too impulsive. If I had been a little patient at that time and waited for Ah Hao to send a signal, the entire deer herd would be wrapped in by us. Six thousand...at least six thousand deer."
Chapter completed!