Four Husbands' Favorable Cultivation Record

  "Yes, Mo Yi'er said she wants to eat!" Xiao Jie jie shrugged her shoulders like a grown-up, showing a helpless expression that made Mo Yi'er find it somewhat amusing.

  Sang Zhen then showed a pitiful and apologetic gaze, sincerely apologizing to Mo Yuer: "Sorry, Mo Yuer, for not being able to let you eat your fill in our tribe. When the leaders return from hunting, we will definitely discuss it properly."

  Compared with what was said before about punishing Mo Yi'er for secretly hoarding food, Sang Zhen's attitude has changed a lot.

  "It doesn't matter, I should also take responsibility for my own food, can't just eat and drink for free!" Mo Yier didn't mind, she thought that she should try to persuade them not to only have one dinner meal a day, it would be too much of a burden on their stomachs.

  Sang Zhen thought these wild vegetables should be thrown away, they were all willing to give Mo Yi'er more meat food, but Mo Yi'er insisted. Finally able to eat the dish, and there were mushrooms, absolutely cannot throw them away.

  Xiao Lazi was a restless child. While Mo Yier and Sang Zhen were talking, he ran to the side to whet his stone knife.

  Mo Yu'er and Sang Zhen carried wild vegetables and mushrooms to the other side of the Shui Tan to wash them.

  This time at the small water pool, Mo Yuer was more careful and wanted to find a stone that could be used as a pot. There were many stones by the water's edge, big and small, with different shapes, although she couldn't find one that could boil soup, but found very thin stone slabs, not bad, can make stone slab roasted dishes!

  Mo Yi'er washed the stone slab as if it were a treasure, making Sang Zhen feel very embarrassed. The gods are really special! Mo Yi'er's independence made her even more convinced that Mo Yi'er was indeed sent by the gods.

  After washing the wild vegetables and stone slab, Mo Yi'er wrapped the stone slab in two large clean leaves, then held the wild vegetables with one hand and supported the stone slab on her head with the other. This way, they could bring both things back together. However, the stone slab was still a heavy burden, no matter how thin it was, and Mo Yi'er felt very uncomfortable carrying it on her head.

  Sang Zhen secretly smiled, took Mo Yi's slate and held it with one hand, effortlessly lifting it without needing to use her head's strength, revealing the incredible power of her fingers.

  Mo Yi'er was slightly surprised, but then she relaxed. After all, that day Ban Ge had carried a wild boar that was several times heavier than his own body on his back. For Sang Zhen, holding this stone slab was probably no different from holding a leaf.

  When they returned to the cave, Xia Lala ran over and looked at the stone slab with a puzzled expression, asking: "Mo Yier, is this really the stone pot? But how can we pour water into it?"

  "No, I haven't found the stone pot yet, but this is also useful." Mo Yier said with a smile that seemed to say "just you wait".

  Tai Li Sha walked out of the cave at this time and happened to hear their conversation: "You're talking about pots? Our Haimu tribe has ceramic pots that can be used for cooking fish, it's a very expensive thing, my father exchanged many salt bars with the Nidi tribe to get them back."

  Tai Li Shaon raised her head, putting on a haughty expression that made people feel uncomfortable. However, Mo Yuer was no longer in the mood to care about her pretentious attitude. "Tao Guo, you mean pottery? There's already pottery? That's great!"

  Sang Zhen couldn't quite understand Mo Yier's excited attitude: "Mo Yier, why are you so happy? That thing is actually useless, it's only used for holding water and boiling water. We can use tree leaves instead! And pottery is very expensive! It takes a whole large wild boar to exchange for just one piece of pottery!"

  Obviously, Sang Zhen also knew about this kind of pottery. For them, they never drank hot water and wouldn't think of eating cooked food, so it was naturally useless.

  Tai Li Sha pouted, now pottery is a competitive thing among various tribes, with pottery and meat to show off the tribe's wealth. But the Kan tribe is different, they just barely had enough food this summer, they wouldn't have those luxurious things.

  Mo Yu'er didn't say anything else. Even if she did, Sang Zhen wouldn't understand anyway. However, when she had the chance, she would definitely go get some pottery back, which was much more convenient than leaves and whatnot.

  However, for now, we still need to find a usable stone pot, so I asked Sang Zhen and the others if they had seen any stones like that.

  Sang Zhen and Xiao Lai Lai thought hard, then went to ask other children and women. Coincidentally, old man Kasuo came out of the cave, as if everyone had already forgotten about hiding food in the morning, he still asked Mo Yi with a kind face: "What kind of stone are you looking for? Tell me carefully!"

  "It's round and empty inside, can hold water or something like that. The stone shouldn't be too thick, otherwise it takes a long time to cook things!" Mo Yier was somewhat puzzled, since pottery already existed, why didn't stone tools exist yet?

  "Oh, it's a stone pot! Our tribe used to use stone pots when we were still very powerful, but later on food became a problem and everyone went hunting, so no one had time to mess with these stone tools anymore." Kasa's slightly cloudy eyes seemed to flash with light as he recalled the good old days.

  Mo Ye'er finally understood why there were no stone tools in the tribe, it seemed that the Kan tribe was a notoriously poor tribe. No wonder Taili Sha had always been so arrogant, but she was also brainless. If she liked Chu Huo, how could she still show disdain for his tribe in front of him?

  Don't forget, primitive humans were all unenlightened, so it's no wonder.

  "Come, come, follow me and let's go for a walk to see if we can find any stones that can be ground into stone pots. It's been many years since I've done this, I don't even know if it'll work!" Kasa and several other old men were huddled in the cave, stretching out their hands to hold the stone carvings. It was rare for them to want to do anything, but Mouyi had stirred them up. Otherwise, they would just be waiting for death, eating very little food every day. Even though everyone now had meat to eat, they still habitually ate less, saving more food for the young and strong who could go hunting.

  "Great, let's go, Kasa!" Mo Yuer was very excited. The old people had lived in this area for a long time and must be very familiar with it, knowing where to find stones that could be used as stone pots. As she walked alongside Kasa, she chatted with him: "Kasa, did you guys have stone pots before? But you don't drink hot water, what do you use the stone pots for?"

  "Uh, back then there were no ceramics, so stone tools symbolized the wealth of a tribe. Each tribe had a stone pot for boiling water or wild vegetables, but it was too hard to eat. If we didn't have meat, we wouldn't eat wild vegetables. When I was young, I would take time to polish the stone pots. Later on, there were several years with very heavy snowfall and extremely cold weather, many children froze to death, and our tribe gradually declined. We spent all our time polishing stone knives for hunting." The old man reminisced, his voice filled with sorrow and desolation.

  Kasa fell silent for a moment, suppressing his sorrowful emotions, and looked at Mo Yier with a smile: "What do the gods eat?"