Chapter 155: The Fighter Among the Cocks

Chapter 155: The Fighter Among the CocksWhile the Lame scratched his head and played with the wooden door, Han Cheng had already left the cave.

He held a pottery spoon in his hand containing a semi-solid, somewhat whitish substance.

It was animal fat.

With the appearance of more and more rabbit snares, the Green Sparrow Tribe had been able to harvest quite a few small wild animals or birds every day.

Some prey were eaten the same day, while others were salted and dried into jerky.

Before doing this, Han Cheng would extract the fat from their abdomens or other parts, put it in a jar, heat it, refine it into oil, and store it in the jar.

Considering the current weather, the fat inside the jar should have melted into a liquid. However, the cave temperature was lower than outside, so it remained semi-solid.

The Lame recognized what the Divine Child had brought. They had vivid memories of this fat.

After heating the fat, Han Cheng placed cleaned vegetables into it, continuously stirring with chopsticks, then sprinkled some salt. The taste made one wish they could swallow their tongue.

Adding some of this oil to the already delicious salted fish soup made it even more delightful. Putting a bit of salt in this fat and anything you ate with it became an unparalleled delicacy.

Watching the Divine Child pour this spoonful of delicious fat into the stone pit below the door shaft, the Lame and the Mu Tou both felt a great regret. Involuntarily, they stretched their necks, looking like they wanted to take this fat out and put it in their mouths.

While feeling regret, they were also puzzled, not knowing the purpose of the Divine Child pouring this delicious substance here.

Could there be another use for this delicious fat besides eating?

The Lame quickly understood the other use of the fat. The door, which became much lighter, was opened and closed by him. Looking at the fat on the door shaft that had dyed the stone pit below slightly damp, he couldn't help licking his lips.

Indeed, good things were good. Not only did it taste good, but it was also very useful.

After the wooden door was installed, this house, built on a foundation of rocks, with walls pounded from the earth and a roof tiled with black tiles, finally looked like a real dwelling.

The remaining issue was the details. After a brief rest, they could move in with their bags.

Of course, Han Cheng wouldn't move in now. It was midsummer, and the cave, covered by a thick layer of rocks, didn't let sunlight in, making it an excellent place to escape the heat.

Although these three tile-roofed houses had thick walls, they were far less than the mountain cave. Living inside at this time would be somewhat stuffy.

Moreover, it was a newly built house with high humidity, not very good for the body.

Standing before the firewood door, looking at the pottery inside the tribe, Han Cheng sighed softly.

His previous estimate of the situation was too optimistic. He originally thought that after personally experiencing the benefits of pottery at the joyous meeting, other tribes would return home and intensify their hunting efforts. They would then use food and other items to exchange for pottery.

Then, the Green Sparrow Tribe could sit back and enjoy the profits of this exclusive business.

However, it had been almost two or three months since the joyous meeting, and so far, not a single tribe had come to exchange. This made Han Cheng quite helpless. He couldn't even become a cunning merchant bringing civilization to other tribes.

Thinking about the days when the Green Sparrow Tribe lived without a stable food source before developing the fish cage for fishing, Han Cheng shook his head slightly. He had indeed been too wishful.

Because food was hard to come by, it made food especially precious at this time. Without a stable source of food, the people of those tribes must have many hesitations about exchanging food for pottery.

Fortunately, over a month ago, to solve the problem of inbreeding among rabbits, he thought of a simple and effective tool, the rabbit snare.

Using these useful tools, the Green Sparrow Tribe had income every day. These prey not only enriched the variety of food in the Green Sparrow Tribe but also greatly eased the shortage of fur.

After years of hunting by the Green Sparrow Tribe, quite a few furs had accumulated.

However, many had deteriorated over time because they only knew simple nitration and did not value fur much before.

After Han Cheng's arrival, the fur had been developed for various purposes, and the fur stock was rapidly decreasing. Moreover, over the past year, under Han Cheng's leadership, the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe have been entirely focused on construction and have barely gone out hunting. This exacerbated the shortage of fur.

Fortunately, they had the rabbit snares, temporarily solving the fur shortage problem.

However, this was not a long-term solution. The things that could be sustained on a piece of land were limited. As many prey fell into traps, the number of animals around the Green Sparrow Tribe rapidly declined.

Nowadays, the number of rabbit snares set out is five or six times more than initially, but the daily prey catch has not increased much. This was clear.

With the decrease in prey on this piece of land, the Green Sparrow Tribe's trapping area would gradually expand outward.

For now, let's leave it at that. When autumn arrives and many fruits ripen, these rows of houses will be almost ready for construction, and the Eldest Senior Brother and others can free up their hands to go hunting.

By then, the fur problem should be alleviated to some extent.

Han Cheng closed the door, returned to the chicken coop, ignored the smell of chicken dung, and eagerly looked at the naked chickens inside through the gaps in the wooden planks covering the coop.

There were already eleven wild chickens in the chicken coop, two significantly different from the other nine. Not only were they larger in size, but the color of their feathers also had a noticeable difference. Their wings were not as long as the first type, which was good at flying.

Compared to the previous type of wild chickens, these were undoubtedly more suitable for domestication and breeding.

It was a bit regrettable, though; these guys were males, and so far, not a single female had been caught.

To ensure that the good genes of these two guys were passed down, Han Cheng had all the male wild chickens from the other type caught and their necks twisted.

The male wild chickens were indeed quite miserable. Not only were they plucked of the feathers on their tails, but their bare and bloody buttocks also suffered, and they couldn't even save their lives. Moreover, after their death, their little female chickens were seized by two guys whose surnames were Wang and Song.

Whether these little female chickens would guard themselves like jade for the unfortunate male chicken and not let these two different male chickens touch them, Han Cheng was not worried.

It wasn't that he didn't believe in the virtue of these little female chickens, but he had enough confidence in these two male chickens.

Back in school, at the village entrance, he had witnessed how an old rooster had done things to a duck.

Since that incident, Han Cheng had an unwavering belief in the combat power of roosters.