The Survival of the Wild Tribe

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The silt pond is located in a mountain depression, with many thorn trees growing around it. The salty fruit brought back by Lu Zhan mainly grows in this area. The hole where the hog deer fell and smashed is still there. The horned bamboo is to facilitate the prey. After getting it out, the nearby weeds were broken a lot, which looked very obvious.

"Don't get too close, be careful not to fall," Hei Fu uprooted a sapling blocking his vision, threw it aside, and told the two behind him.

The silt pond and the place where they are standing are about half a meter high, and the mud in the pond has higher humidity than other places. It is very slippery to step on, making it easy for people to fall into it.

Luo Zhen nodded, squatting down at the entrance of the cave and looking inside. Probably because the surrounding vegetation is too lush, he can’t see how big this silt pond is. But from the visible area, as long as this silt pond is in sight, the silt inside is really useful. It is enough for them to build houses.

He picked up a little silt with a branch. The silt here is much thicker than the silt cleaned from the horn bamboo. He touched it with his fingers, and the touch is very delicate. Before it dries, Luo Zhen feels that it's about to stick together.

Lu Zhan had prepared a large stake of water and put it aside. Luo Zhen quickly cleaned his fingers. As long as the silt remained moist, it could be easily washed away even without hot water. This is what he learned from the mud test he did after getting off the hog deer yesterday. Otherwise, he would not have touched the mud with his own hands, after all, he had seen the viscosity of the mud.

"How?" Lu Zhan carefully wiped him clean with animal skins, making sure not to leave any traces of silt between the nails. These hands are for him to make all kinds of delicious food, and he is not willing to let them stick together somehow.

"It's okay, I have to get some back to see if it can be used."

"Then, shall we directly use a wooden stake to carry a little bit and bring it back?" Hei Fu asked.

Luo Zhen nodded, "Don't fill it up, just fill it halfway, lest the silt on our way back will be splashed out, and it will be troublesome when we get it on our bodies."

The tool used to hold the silt was a large wooden stake that was hollowed out yesterday, which was used as a bathtub for horn bamboo. They also made a long wooden spoon overnight, which was more than one meter long, cut from a whole wooden board. Now, standing by the side of the silt pool, they can easily scoop the silt inside into the stakes, which is very convenient.

After the mud is loaded, they cover the mouth of the stake with a piece of animal skin, tie it with a rope of animal skin, and put a piece of animal skin on the back when carrying it, so that they don't have to worry that the silt inside will splash on their bodies.

While Heifu fills the silt, Luo Zhen circles around and his eyes fall on the clusters of salty fruits.

The salty fruit trees are tall and big, and the salty fruit in the waist-high area has signs of being eaten. The salty fruit here is a bit different from the small handful Luo Zhen picked in the small forest before. Sparse things like hoarfrost cover the surface, and this kind of thing can easily fall off with just a light touch.

Luo Zhen lowers his head and looks underground. Some black ants are roaming around the roots of the salty fruit trees. Once they find this kind of white frost, they would get up and move them back to the ant nest.

Luo Zhen observes it, curiously dips a little hoarfrost with his finger, puts it in his mouth, and tastes it. The taste is a bit salty, but lighter than when he eats the salted fruit directly.