Beast Milk

The tribe is indeed quite fair in its dealings, and no one has any objections.

Wu Jiong's spot was given to Jian Mo Jian Mo, who chose a total of four pieces of pottery: two jars, one earthenware pot, and one earthenware basin.

Apart from the earthenware basin, the remaining three pieces of pottery were all made by his own hands, with a layer of delicate reddish-brown glaze on the surface, which perfectly matched his aesthetics and preferences.

He took the pottery home, first washed the two earthenware jars, put them outside to dry, and then transferred the Flour Fruit into the jars.

The Flour Fruit has been fermenting for so long that it already has a faint alcoholic taste.

Of course, the lingering Flour Fruit is still there.

Jian Mo hopes it can produce more alcohol, and then distill more high-proof liquor or even alcohol.

Wu Jiong watched as he cleaned and put away all the pottery without any objection, except for that shallow pot—

What will this shallow pot be used for?

"You'll see when I do it," Jian Mo mysteriously. "I'm going to catch some big fish, do you want to come with me?"

The river outside wasn't frozen, so catching fish wasn't difficult.

Wu Jiong hesitated for a moment, but still agreed, "Catch a few more, to give Jiujiu an extra meal."

Jian Mo: "Okay, let's fry some fish for it."

Having been in this world for some time now, Jian Mo knows very well which fish have plenty of meat, few bones, and taste good, and which are the opposite.

They specifically choose the tastiest fish when they catch them.

Wu Jiong reacted quickly and was the main force in catching fish.

The two of them filled a bucket in no time.

After catching the fish, Jian Mo picked out a few large and plump ones, and carefully cleaned the rest, rubbed them with seasonings, marinated them slightly, and then pan-fried them on a stone slab.

Once the fish is fried until golden brown on both sides and the bones are crispy, it's ready to be given to the Flying-Winged Beast as a treat.

As for those large and plump fish, Jian Mo specially reserved the tender fish bellies, cut them into large pieces, and marinated them slightly.

Then, he put a large piece of animal fat in a shallow earthenware pot, and then put the Wood-Stabilizing Root and spices in to fry.

As soon as the aroma wafted out, he immediately placed the large chunks of marinated fish on top of the Wood-Stabilizing Root, then covered it with a lid and poured a ring of fruit wine over the lid.

The temperature inside the earthenware pot was extremely high, and as soon as the fruit wine was poured on it, a faint blue flame immediately appeared.

Jian Mo ignored him and continued to burn the charcoal fire below.

Wu Jiong: "Won't the earthenware pot crack like this?"

Jian Mo: "This is nothing. It didn't crack when it was fired in the kiln, so the chances of it cracking now are quite small."

As the fruit wine evaporated slightly, the aroma from the pot wafted out, filling the two people's noses.

Jian Mo took a deep breath. "Smells good, doesn't it? It's such a familiar scent."

After waiting a while, Jian Mo carefully removed the earthenware pot from the charcoal fire and then lifted the lid.

The steaming hot air carried an indescribable aroma of fresh fish, Wu Jiong stared intently at the fish in the earthenware pot.

As the steam dissipated slightly, the snow-white and tender fish meat was revealed.

This was the first time Wu Jiong had ever seen fish meat in this state; it looked as if it had just solidified.

Jian Mo urged, "Quickly, quick, eat it while it's hot!"

Wu Jiong picked up a piece, blew on it, and put it in his mouth.

The fish seemed to melt on his tongue; with a gentle touch, it transformed into a rich aroma that seeped into his stomach.

It turns out that fish meat can taste like this, in addition to being fishy, dry, and bitter.

Jian Mo didn't notice Wu Jiong's expression.

He happily took a second piece.

The fish cooked in this earthenware pot is not much different from that in modern society.

It's delicious.

It seems we still need to develop technology.

Chapter 22 Beast Milk

Jian Mo clearly sensed that Wu Jiong no longer disliked fish as much after eating the clay pot-baked fish.

According to his observation, Wu Jiong not only did not dislike fish, but also had a particular fondness for certain fish with few bones and tender flesh.

After observing this phenomenon, he didn't say anything, but simply increased the frequency of cooking fish.

Going out to catch fish on such a cold day isn't exactly a pleasant experience.

Jian Mo didn't really want to move, nor did he want Wu Jiong to move, so he and Wu Jiong tinkered together and made a few fish traps based on the fish traps on Earth.

The principle of a fish trap is relatively simple: just leave an entrance for the fish, and then set up multiple obstacles so that once the fish are inside, they have difficulty getting out.

After the fish trap was woven, Jian Mo placed it in the river next to the village and checked it every morning.

He was lucky today; after emptying the fish trap, he caught about half a trap of fish and shrimp.

Although they were all just average-tasting varieties, it was still a worthwhile experience.

Jian Mo the fish trap back to show Wu Jiong: "Do you want to have mixed fish stew for breakfast today?"

Wu Jiong glanced at it. "Eat the meat pie."

Jian Mo: "Then I'll dry these miscellaneous fish and give them to the mother Pack-Pack Beast to nourish her."

Wu Jiong: "Not giving it to Jiujiu?"

Jian Mo said with concern, "It's eaten too much fish these past few days, and it almost smells fishy. Let's stop for a couple of days and give the mother Pack-Pack Beast some nourishment. I'll try to milk it later, and then give it some good food to win it over."

Jian Mo had long coveted the beast milk, but it had always been the food for the little Pack-Pack Beast he couldn't very well compete with it for milk.

Now that the baby Pack-Pack Beast's fur has grown in and it has become chubby, and it can eat weeds on its own, it's ready to be weaned.

He wanted to try and see if he could squeeze out some animal milk.

Raising Pack-Pack Beast is hard work and mentally taxing; if it weren't for the milk, he really wouldn't have the energy to continue.

He had already decided that if the milk produced from the pack animals wasn't good, he would exchange Pack-Pack Beast for other tribes to minimize his losses.

The miscellaneous fish fed to the Pack-Pack Beast are much simpler to prepare; they only need to be rinsed slightly and then placed on the edge of the stone slab to dry.

Jian Mo estimated that if it bakes for a day, it will be completely crispy by the afternoon.

By then, the thorns will be brittle and won't get stuck in the Pack-Pack Beast's throat.

While preparing the meal, Jian Mo remembered something and asked, "Will people from other tribes be coming today?"