Phi-Fic Chapter 191 Doesn’t your tribe have it?
Chapter 191 Doesn’t your tribe have it?
Xiaoxuan also quickly picked up the bowl to try it, nodding in praise: "It's really amazing, sir, how did you come up with this idea?"
Ellie smiled and said, "Although this little thing may not look impressive, it is very practical. It will be very convenient for us to eat in the future."
The tribesmen chatted with each other, and laughter echoed in the tribe. They admired Nan Qiao's wisdom even more.
In the next two days, Nan Qiao devoted himself to the work of firing pottery bowls.
She was busy at the kiln, sending batch after batch of molded pottery bowl blanks into the kiln for firing.
The blazing fire reflected on her focused face. She always paid attention to the temperature and firing time to ensure that each bowl was firm in texture and uniform in color.
Not only bowls, Nan Qiao also plans to make a pair of chopsticks and a wooden spoon for everyone in the tribe.
While making the bowls, Nan Qiao gathered the females of the tribe to make chopsticks and wooden spoons together.
She demonstrated to them first, starting with selecting branches of suitable thickness, then deftly scraping off the bark with a stone knife and cutting the branches into even lengths.
Then, Nan Qiao slowly carved out the shape of chopsticks. Her hands were agile and wood chips fell off. After a while, a smooth pair of chopsticks appeared in her hand.
The females sat around and studied seriously. Although the stone knives in their hands were a little clumsy, they operated them in a very professional manner.
Under Nan Qiao's guidance, they gradually mastered the skills and turned branches into chopsticks and wooden spoons.
Everyone talked and laughed, and shared experiences with each other. Although it was hard work, the days were fulfilling and motivating.
When brand new bowls, chopsticks and wooden spoons were distributed to each member of the tribe, everyone's face was filled with novelty and excitement.
The children couldn't wait to play with the tableware, while the adults, at Nan Qiao's suggestion, tried to pick up food with chopsticks.
Although the movements were clumsy, laughter and joy echoed among the tribe.
At this time, several people appeared outside the door of the Giant Stone Tribe. They were from the Lingyu Tribe.
The leading male was named Feng. He was sturdy and had a look of scrutiny and curiosity as he looked at the wooden door. He asked in confusion, "When did the Stone Tribe create this thing? It looks quite sturdy."
The male next to him was named Yan. He raised his chin slightly and said contemptuously, "It's just a few pieces of wood. What use can it be?"
"This Stone Tribe has always been poor. What precious things could they have that are worth us coming here to exchange? I really don't know what the leader wants us to do!"
Yan Kuo was dressed in animal skins and exquisite accessories, which was in stark contrast to the simple attire of the people of the Stone Tribe. His words were full of disdain for the Stone Tribe.
Feng crossed his arms, a sly look in his eyes: "What do you know? The Hundred Divisions Conference will be held soon."
"Those tribes without fire may not be able to participate, but they may have some rare treasures hidden there."
"If we can get good things from the Stone Tribe, and then take them to the Hundred Tribes Conference to trade with other tribes, the harvest will definitely be great."
Yan just rolled his eyes, looking unconcerned. He tugged at his exquisite animal hides and sneered, "I can't fathom what the chief is thinking."
"I just feel that these small tribes, like the Stonehenge Tribe, are so poor that they don't have anything good worth our condescending to set foot in. It's a complete waste of time."
After saying this, he tilted his head to show his disdain.
Feng shook his head helplessly. He knew very well that Yan was a brave but foolish guy who only cared about the present.
"Don't underestimate any tribe. Even if they are poor and weak now, who can guarantee that they don't have some unique skills or hidden treasures?"
"Like this wooden door, it may look ordinary, but even we are not sure we can break it down and get in in a short time. It is very useful in keeping out wild animals."
Yan snorted, "Feng, you always think too much."
"Our Lingyu tribe has always only interacted with powerful and wealthy tribes. If we were to deal with a small tribe like this, wouldn't it be a laughing stock if it got out?"
Feng frowned and patiently explained, "The competition at the Hundred Tribes Conference is fierce, and each tribe is racking their brains to exchange for the most precious items."
"If we can find treasures in these small tribes ahead of time, we'll have a better chance of success. Although the Stone Tribe is generally poor, they might have some ancient heritage or special resources that haven't been discovered yet."
Yan still didn't quite understand, but seeing Feng was so persistent, he didn't say anything.
At this moment, the male gatekeeper of the Stone Tribe discovered them and shouted, "Who are you? Why are you wandering outside the tribe?"
Feng straightened his hair, took a step forward, and politely responded, "We are envoys from the Lingyu Tribe, visiting the Giant Stone Tribe, hoping to communicate and trade with your tribe."
Upon hearing this, the gatekeeper hurried back to the tribe to report it.
Yan muttered quietly in the back: "I really don't know what we will gain from this trip. I hope it won't be a wasted trip."
Soon, several people from the Lingyu tribe were let in by the male guarding the gate. As soon as they stepped into the Giant Stone Tribe, they were shocked by the scene before them.
In the center of the tribe, everyone was sitting together, and in the big pot in the middle was boiling delicious soup, bubbling and boiling.
Each member of the tribe held a ceramic bowl, as well as delicate chopsticks and wooden spoons. They skillfully used chopsticks to pick up slices of meat, or used spoons to scoop up hot soup, and ate comfortably.
"What's that smell? It smells so good." Feng couldn't help swallowing.
"What's that thing on the fire? Why haven't I seen it before?" Yan frowned and asked, "What are they holding in their hands?"
Yan, Feng and the others looked at each other in confusion.
The child nearest to them jumped over. The little boy was only wearing a simple grass skirt, but it couldn't hide his bright and lively eyes.
He held the bowl high in both hands and said in a baby voice, "We are eating meat and drinking soup. Brothers, don't you have ever eaten like this in your tribe?"
Yan's face turned red instantly and he looked a little embarrassed.
In the Lingyu tribe, they usually eat raw meat, and only during extremely grand celebrations will they use precious fire to grill meat.
They had never experienced meat being cooked into a rich soup like this and eaten with such novel tableware.
Feng squatted down curiously, pointed at the bowl and spoon in the little boy's hands and asked, "What are you holding?"
A hint of pride flashed in the little boy's eyes. He shook the cutlery in his hand and said, "This is a bowl and spoon, specially used for eating. Doesn't your tribe have them too?"
Yan felt his face burning and was filled with regret.
Just now, he was outside the tribe, wantonly despising the poverty of the Stone Tribe, but now he has never seen the things in their tribe. He was really slapped in the face so quickly.
He looked away awkwardly, trying to hide his inner panic and shame.