16: Discover taro, make a basket
Seeing Ruma's face pale in fright, Qin Fei shook her head and laughed, "Priest Ruma, don't be nervous, this is a good food."
When Ruma heard that the thing was edible, her eyes widened in surprise, "Is this thing really edible? Isn't it poisonous?"
Qin Fei carefully used a bone knife to dig out a taro. It was too big for him to accept. It was actually bigger than a normal watermelon! He couldn't help but muttered in a low voice, "Weird continent, weird world, even plants can change their seasonal growth and grow so big!" taste.
Frightened, Ruma wanted to block, but he was half a beat slower, and stomped his feet in a hurry. "You, you, you, what if this is poisonous."
Qin Fei tapped and pointed to the taro that had been cut on the ground and said, "Priest Ruma, this thing is called taro, and it has some medicinal uses. It is especially suitable for people who are weak, but it is a little poisonous when it is raw, and it is cooked. It can be eaten without poison. Its juice can easily cause local skin allergies, which is what you call itching, but wiping it with **** juice will relieve it."
Ruma stared at the big taro on the ground, then turned to look at the taro field, and blinked, "Oh my God, there are so many taro, enough for us to eat for a long time. I, I will go back and call someone to bring a lot of animal skin bags. , get more of these taro back."
Qin Fei stopped the anxious Ruma and pointed to his animal skin bag, "Father Ruma, although this animal skin bag is big, it doesn't seem to be able to hold two more than the taro. Besides, in the tribe, we use The two hide bags were almost all taken away by the females in charge of picking."
Ruma sighed, how many mouths the whole tribe opened. Although sweet potatoes are not too small, they are almost eaten. If the picking team can't find more sweet potatoes today, the clansmen may not be able to eat enough at night. Tomorrow and daylight, the entire clan will starve again. He was very excited when he found out that taro could be eaten. But there was no way, when they came back, it was getting dark. Although this mountain is very close to the tribe's camp, and there are no large beasts, the mountain forest at night is still a little dangerous, so we can only wait until tomorrow to move it.
Seeing that Ruma was a little depressed, Qin Fei comforted, "Don't worry about the sacrifice of Ruma, I'll think of a way."
Luma patted Qin Fei's shoulder, "I can find food again, or this kind of big and large food, because of you. I don't even know how to thank you Qin Fei, you don't have to think any more, just Let's wait for everyone to come together for food tomorrow."
Qin Fei shook her head, "Priest Ruma, it's okay to carry some small fruits in the animal skin bag, but it's obviously not suitable for carrying such a big thing. Even if we use all the animal skin bags, we will have to make many trips just for the taro here. It's best. There is an easily available item in place of the hide bag, and even if that item is damaged, it is easy to get a new one, which can save more hides for the harsh winter."
Ruma nodded after hearing him, "If there is such a thing, that would be great. But where are we going to find what you said?"
Qin Fei had long wanted to make a basket, but she never found something suitable. At this moment, he simply said his thoughts to Ruma. Not only introduced the use of baskets and back baskets, but also told about what kind of weaving materials are needed.
Ruma pointed to some vines not far away and said, "In the small dry season in spring, the trees are a little short of water, and the branches are relatively hard, I am afraid it is not so easy to bend, but the vines are not affected. I don't know if you can use vines?"
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FantasyDISCLAIMER: THIS IS FOR OFFLINE PURPOSES ONLY (this is not my story) ALL CREDITS TO THE AUTHOR SOURCE: mtl Details Short Title : TIPWAGG Alternate Title : 穿到蛮荒扮大神 Status : Completed Author : Dǎ Gǒu De Xiǎo Baozi In this world, is there anything wors...