Xie Yi folded dozens of Vitex twigs for later use, picked off the remaining Vitex seeds and gathered them into a pile.

Weaving baskets seems to start at the bottom.

Xie Yi made a bundle of four wattles, pressed them up and down with a cross method to form a small basket bottom, and then coiled a single wattle into an oval shape—it was too difficult to control the bottom of the basket into a circle .

When the bottom of the basket was almost the same size, Xie Yi used a single wattle to gather up the first few bunches of wattles, forming an obtuse angle, and gradually gathered them up in the process of weaving. The thorns that come out are twisted and woven around the edges.

Huh, it's finally done! Before Xie Yi had time to be happy, he discovered a fatal problem - he forgot the handle of the basket.

Sure enough, I am not a professional, but it is easy to go wrong!

His disappointment didn't affect anyone else, though. As early as when he was weaving the bottom of the basket, some people started to watch, and then more and more people surrounded him, Xie Yi didn't stop him, after all, they had seen it, and it was much easier than teaching them by himself.

Seeing that the basket was formed, the first onlookers began to break the brambles with great interest. They didn't know what the brackish seeds Xie Yi put aside were for, but they also learned how to gather the brackish seeds into a pile.

Xie Yi tried to bend the wattle and jjj both sides of the wattle basket, but finally gave up—he was worried that the handle would not be secured properly, so he would break the braided wattle basket instead, it's a big deal, just carry it away up.

He looked around and found that a woman had finished weaving the bottom of the basket, so he walked over, took two thicker wattle twigs, twisted them and bent them, and stuck the two ends on the edge of the basket, signaling her to continue weaving.

"I didn't have this thing when I saw it just now."

Xie Yi smiled, and answered irrelevantly, "What's your name?"

"Qing Shui, what is this for?

" Let's go." Xie Yi made a gesture of holding Tikong.

"Oh." Qing Shui nodded with half-knowledge, weaving baskets according to Xie Yi's instructions.

It has to be said that no one can control talent. It was also the first time weaving jing baskets, but Qing Shui's weaving was much more regular than Xie Yi's, but, could this be regarded as resignation? !

Xie put away the thorn seeds and went to look for Kemu with the basket in one hand.

Kemu's harvest is not bad, just a basket of wild garlic. He was so happy with this thorn basket that he insisted on holding it himself.

On the way back, half of the people were carrying grotesque baskets, but only Qing Shui made the most beautiful ones.

She handed a basket of wattle seeds to Xie Yi, "We don't know what is the use of this thing, but it seems that you are collecting it, so it should be needed." Drying firewood, holding a thorn basket in his left hand, he returned with the appearance of a full-fledged woodcutter returning.

Ketu came back earlier than them today.

Back in the cave, Ketu and the others were dividing today's prey. It seemed that the harvest was not very good. There was only one roe and two rabbits.

Xie Yi and Ke Mu went back to the tent first, and they picked off the garlic head of Shanxiao Suan for special storage. Xie Yi planned to use this instead of garlic, and asked Ke Mu to clean all the garlic leaves and then dry them.

While he was busy, Ke Tu came in and handed a small piece of roe deer meat to Ke Mu, then went out and brought in another ball of animal skin.

"This is for you."

"For me?" Xie Yi took the animal skin and unfolded it, and found that it was the animal skin clothes that people here wear in winter. The fur on it was soft and smooth to the touch, much better than the ones he made himself.

"Well, the animal skin on your body is too hard and uncomfortable to wear. I asked them to make a new one for you. It is also warm to wear in cold weather."

"Thank you." Xie was a little moved by this man's care.

"Huh? Thank you?" Ketu was puzzled.

"I mean... I'm very happy." Language communication still takes time.

Ke Tu nodded, "I saw the rabbit you hunted, and the thorn basket, very good!"

"Oh." Xie Yi called to Ke Mu, asking him to put away the animal skin and bring a piece of fat meat.

"Guoli said that you have a way to keep the sweet potatoes from hardening. Do you want to dig a ground cover?" Ketu has been very excited since hearing the news, because it indicates that it will be easier to survive in winter.

"It's the cellar. I was planning to tell you about this after dinner." Xie Yi walked around him to get the garlic leaves, "I won't be able to explain this matter for a while. You rest first, and I will cook."

"Yeah , I'll go talk to Wu Si about this."

Xie Yi raised his eyebrows and continued his great career of cooking. He cut the garlic leaves into half-finger lengths, and divided them into two piles, one for stir-frying and the other for marinating—in the morning, porridge side dishes are so delicious, well, broth side dishes Not bad.

Then separate the fat and lean meat from Kemuti, set up a clay pot, put the thinly sliced ​​fat meat in it and stir back and forth until no more oil comes out. He fished out the dried fat residue, poured the oil into a ceramic bowl, and kept only a small part for later use, then threw in the small garlic cut in half and sautéed, put in the sliced ​​meat and stir-fried, sprinkled Add salt, and when the meat is about to be cooked, add garlic leaves and turn it over a few times, then take it out of the pan.

The fire is just right, the garlic leaves have not lost their moisture, but they are more green and pleasant due to the oily shine, and the mottled meat slices make people move their index fingers.

Xie Yi asked Kemu to bring sweet potatoes, washed them and cut them into long strips, stir-fried them in a frying pan, and a sweet smell different from that of stir-fried meat spread out.

"It smells so good..." Ke Mu swallowed his saliva watching from the side.

Xie Yi picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth, "Don't look, go ask your brother to eat."

"Well, it's delicious..." Ke Mu ran out, chewing with his tongue.

Xie Yi smiled, turned around and cut the bones specially picked from the meat into sections, added water and salt to the clay pot, threw it in and simmered over low heat.

Then he chopped the fat meat that had been fried just now into fine pieces, found a clean clay pot, put garlic leaves, minced meat and salt in it, mixed them evenly, and finally covered it with a piece of animal skin and put it in the corner.

"Grandpa Wu Si, brother, hurry up..." Kemu's anxious voice came through the animal skin curtain before anyone arrived.

Xie brought the dishes to the stone table in the house, and added two more animal skins around.

"Well, it's quite fragrant." An old voice sounded.

Xie turned around, and it really was the old man outside the cave on the first day. He was followed by Ketu, Guoli, and Kemu.

Oops, there aren't that many dishes, it seems that today I still can't escape the ending of drinking enough water. Xie Yi felt a little helpless, he should make Jingzi noodles earlier, it's not good to be full by drinking soup every day - he came here like this when he was a child.

Primitives don't know politeness at all. As soon as Wusi and Guoli entered the tent, they smelled a more intriguing aroma than barbecue. At this time, they took the chopsticks and started.

Ke Tu was still stable, and he greeted Xie Yi to sit down beside him, and then he was ready to start the topic, "You said today about digging a cellar..."

"Hey, what's the rush, we'll talk about it after dinner." , said while picking up vegetables, "Anyway, I can't do it today."

Guoli was also very interested, "Xie Yi, what is this and how do you make it?" She pointed to the golden fried sweet potatoes.

"This is stir-fried sweet potatoes." Xie Yi thought for a while, and felt that he couldn't understand, so he said, "Come and have a look next time I make it."

"Okay!" Guoli readily agreed, "Stir-fried... sweet potatoes Sweet potatoes can still be made like this..."

"Brother Xie Yi can also bake sweet potatoes, which are delicious too!" Ke Mu's mouth was full of vegetables, but he was still able to speak.

Seeing the madness at the table, Ke Tu helplessly rubbed Ke Mu's head, telling him to eat well. However, today's meal is really delicious, so hurry up and put down your chopsticks, or it will be gone in a while.