Chapter 25: -Sorceress who is not doing business

The collected mushrooms were cleaned and added water, and they were placed on the stove. Ji Zei added firewood to it while thinking about the deliciousness of mushroom soup.
Thinking about it, he couldn't help but saliva flowed out.
Unexpectedly, I still have a chance to drink soup.
The soup was very light and there were no condiments, but even so, it couldn't stop Ji Thief's enthusiasm.
He looked at the meat Xue had sent to him yesterday, and it still had about the size of a fist. After thinking about it, Ji Thief chopped the meat into minced meat with a stone knife and added it in, planning to have a mushroom broth.
The bottom of the earthen jar was relatively thick, and it was not easy to cook for a while. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ji Thief took a piece of wood with a forearm thickness and worked hard to carve it with a stone knife.
His goal is to make a spoon, so that it can be used for soup.
Speaking of spoons, the most suitable material is actually bamboo. First, choose the right bamboo, then cut off the extra part, and leave a handle as a handle. This is what the ancient oil sellers used, just like in the TV series.
It's just that Ji Thief didn't find bamboo in the valley, but he was eager to use a spoon in front of him. There was no way, Ji Thief could only play by himself and use his crappy third-rate carving methods to make spoons.
The waiting time is always long. After an hour, Ji thief heard bursts of boiling sound from the earthen jar.
He glanced at the semi-finished wooden spoon in his hand, eh, he couldn't help but said that if I had an iron pot, the crock pot was good, but it was obviously too wasteful of time to cook soup with it.
However, all the dissatisfaction in Ji Zei's heart disappeared when he heard waves of drifting from the earthen jar.
What do you think about it, you know, three days ago, the Frost Valley tribe was still a native of the hairy and blood-drinking people. After their own arrival, they changed their use of fire and created a crock pot. Whatever you think about this is an incredible thing.
If there are archaeologists in later generations who are lucky enough to find the remains of the Frost Valley tribe and discover the existence of earthen jars, they should say so.
In the large tracts of ancient mountains, primitive people have already mastered the firing process. This marks the advancement of ancient human wisdom. This means that ancient humans can save more hunter power and provide considerable progress for the development of tribes.
Thinking of this, Ji Thief couldn't help but giggle.
Suck.
He wiped his mouth, put down the semi-finished wooden spoon, picked up two chopsticks that were shaved with branches, squatted in front of the earthen jar, and fished it out.
The fragrance of the mushrooms and the tenderness of the meat followed the smoke into Ji Thief's nostrils, which made him feel refreshed.
He picked up a piece of mushroom with chopsticks and sent it to the mouth. The feeling of burning his mouth made him spit it out several times, but he could not help it.
Swallowing hard in his belly, Ji Thief looked up at the sky and laughed: "MD is cool!"
A few birds resting on the trees were disturbed by Ji Zei’s laughter. They looked down at this eccentrically dressed primitive man in the air. Their eyes were filled with confusion. What is this guy doing? These days, the light has been cutting down the big trees where the companions live, and everyone has nowhere to go. Why are they now?
However, the Ji thief below did not have time to pay attention to the thoughts of these beasts. He picked up a bowl and happily stretched it into the earthen jar, enduring the hot steam, scooping out half a bowl of soup, and blowing it cold in his mouth. After the meal, put it into the belly.
"Damn, now I have discovered that those villains who say that I have a mouthful of food and you have a mouthful of soup are good people." Ji Zei licked the soup on the corners of his lips and faintly sighed.
Regardless of nonsense, he used the bowl in his hand to reach into the crock again and again to scoop the mushroom soup.
In less than twenty minutes, half a pot of soup was wiped out by himself.
After eating and drinking, Ji Thief patted his belly with satisfaction and sighed. He has been in this primitive society for four days, and he has never been so satisfied today.
He looked at the earthen jar with relief between his eyes.
With this thing, there is no need to eat monotonous barbecue in the future.
After resting for a while, the thief stood up and took off the cooled earthen jar. After cleaning it by the water, he carefully put the earthen jar back to its original place.
After that, he counted the mushrooms he collected again. After seeing that he could eat two more meals, he didn't care about it anymore, instead he picked up the semi-finished spoon and continued carving.
Time flies, waiting for the people who went hunting out to come back, the wooden spoon of Ji Thief was only made.
Didn't it mean that he was stupid and spent so much time? After all, the wooden spoon had just been carved, and there were many burrs on the surface, so it was stuck with his hands. For this reason, Ji Thief took a lot of effort to shave the burrs on it.
Moreover, Ji Zei didn't just make wooden spoons. After collecting it that morning, Ji Zei had already finished the charcoal in a kiln to be refined.
Looking at the smooth wooden spoon in his hand and the charcoal piled up in the cave, Ji Zei nodded in satisfaction, and said his heart, waiting for the clay to be delivered, and he would use the charcoal to make more utensils.
While making up his mind, the fat elder had already come over and called him to distribute the food.
After putting the wooden spoon and the earthen jar, Ji Zei got up and headed towards the middle of the valley with the fat elder.
Today’s prey is even scarcer than yesterday. Yesterday, there were three or four fruits in hand. Today, there are only one or two poor ones left, and they all belong to the kind of crooked melons.
Dissatisfaction was written on everyone's faces.
Upon seeing this, the fat elder sighed and deliberately looked at Ji Thief. This guy didn't know what medicine he had taken wrong, and he called himself to come over, and he has been laughing since then. Didn't he know it was because of him? , The clansmen didn’t hunt, did they collect the soil for him?
It was a good temper, even if the fat elder was dissatisfied, he did not ask.
When the food was distributed, Ji thief went back to his residence directly.
After he left, the thin elder went to the fat elder and said in a low voice: "The tribes get less food, what should we do? If this goes on, the tribes will starve to death sooner or later. Old fat, you can think of a solution. what."
The fat elder snorted, "Or, let's go to see Master Wizard and let Master Wizard stop collecting clay."
With a hum, the thin elder selected several representatives from the cave, and a group of people rushed to the witch's residence.
When they came together, the witch happened to have someone send the clay to Ji Thief. Yesterday, Ji Thief also said that he could not come here because he was looking for a cure for himself. There is enough left.
For these two reasons, the witch did not call Ji Thief today.
With on her belly, she is no longer entangled by the problem of dysmenorrhea. The root of the disease for a long time is about to be removed. The witch is in a daze for a while, and she doesn’t know how the thief is preparing, so she can find a way to treat herself. , And, today’s clay is not enough for him to use.
The witch thought.
Just thinking, there was a fight outside, and the fat and thin elders walked in, as well as the representatives of the five caves.
The seven people entered the cave, and they all respectfully called Master Wizard.
The witch came back to her senses, and was somewhat dissatisfied with the few people who came in without being notified. She groaned in her heart and restored the cold image in front of everyone. She calmly asked: "What's the matter? Skinny monkey, why did you bring everyone here today? Where do I live?"
The thin elder lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and suddenly stepped forward, kneeling on the ground with his legs, and said, "Master Wizard, please order the people to stop the work of collecting clay. These two days, the people hunted for food. There are so few, many people of the tribe are hungry."
The witch frowned. How could she not know about the lack of food, but Ji Thief’s assurance to him was too tempting. For a while, the witch became entangled: "How about holding on for a few days?"
The fat elder next to him shook his body when he heard this, lowered his head, and sighed without speaking.
The thin elder argued: "Master Wizard, I don’t know what you need that clay for, but this is obviously a bad idea from the warrior. His purpose is to bring our tribe into crisis. It has only been two days. Hunger, the hunting effort has been reduced a lot. If this continues, the tribe will be starved to death, and our tribe will be gone."
The words of the thin elder made the witch have to take it seriously.
Food is the key to the prosperity of a tribe. From another point of view, collecting clay instead of hunting is not a proper business in itself.
As a wizard under the patriarch, it is the responsibility to solve this problem, but no matter what, you can't say it as a wizard for a few more days.
This is tantamount to treating the lives of more than a hundred people in the entire tribe as a trifle.
Hearing the unkindness in the skinny elder's tone, the witch lowered her head, pinched her chin and thought for a moment. Anyone who raised her head firmly said, "Skinny monkey, the work of collecting clay cannot be stopped."
The fat and thin elders were dissatisfied at the same time when he heard this, along with the representatives of the people they brought.
The seven people looked angry, and the slender elder said forward: "Why Master Wizard? It’s too late to stop in time. When everyone is hungry and has no energy, they will not be able to hunt at all. When the time comes, the clansmen will one Then one starved to death."
The representatives of the five clansmen also rushed to respond to the words of the thin elder.
For a time, when a beaten witch sat on the wizard seat, for the first time, her words were questioned.
You know, getting food and filling your stomach are always the eternal topic of primitive people.
You can usually help people heal their illnesses and disasters when they are full and everyone respects you, but if you stop them from letting everyone eat, everyone will overthrow you.
The witch's face changed all of a sudden, how she didn't know what it meant.
The thin elder took a step forward: "Master Wizard, please take back the order!"
In addition to the fat elder, the representatives of the other five tribes also stepped forward at the same time and shouted together in a low voice: "Master Wizard, please withdraw the order!"
The witch's expression changed a few times, and it became very rich in a moment.
She knew that if she didn't stop collecting clay according to the people's ideas, her status might not be preserved. The hungry people would do everything.