I am a Primitive Man

Qiufengqiuyu is sad.

Compared with the feelings of the literati and inkmen, the farmers' feelings about this will undoubtedly be stronger and more intuitive, especially when the farming is busy, encountering this kind of ghost weather, people's thoughts of jumping and scolding mothers are born.

However, even if you want to jump and scold your mother again, even though it is said that man is sure to conquer the sky, in many moments, when human beings face nature, they are still small and pitiful.

Han Cheng didn’t know how to recite the curse, and he didn’t have the ability to come up with two shells to disperse the rain clouds in the sky. Therefore, after being melancholy for a while, he instructed people to go out to the scene from time to time to inspect the valleys and see the covered areas Whether the millet poles were blown away by the wind, and digging some ditches around the millet stacks, there is not much to think about other than drainage.

Han Cheng prayed in his heart, this rain must not be continuous, otherwise, the grains that grow in the ground are likely to sprout directly on it.

Even those that are already on the stack will ruin a lot.

Compared to the perfunctory prayers of his pseudo-god, the witch who took up the crest and picked up the bone stick to jump and jump was much more pious.

If it weren't for Han Cheng to forcibly stop him later, this old man, who was older than all the witches of the Qingque tribe, would be able to continue this kind of laborious prayer until dark or even late at night.

I don't know if the witch praying and praying work, or with the luck bonus of Han Cheng, a traverser, at night, he was awakened by the cheers of "it is clear, it is clear".

Looking out through the screens made of burlap, the goal is a clean night sky and bright stars.

The cheers of the tribesmen, the croaking of frogs around them, and the occasional sound of one or two "clicks" from the water droplets on the eaves were heard in the gap between these sounds.

Han Cheng smiled, Wu smiled, big brother smiled, many people in the tribe smiled...

The last millet was cleared out and spread on the scene for drying.

Many people in the tribe became black and thin, looking at this, watching that, many people are happy.

It's not just that all the food of the tribe has been reclaimed, and nothing was spoiled. In the next year, all the food of the tribe will be settled.

Another important reason is that the son of God will personally cook to fulfill his promise before the autumn harvest!

Inside the Qingque tribe, beside the small flower mill on the edge of the bamboo forest, a chubby guy rolled around on the ground holding his head, like a big fluffy ball.

After leaving, the little pea who has been stabilized a lot, wearing open pants, somersault chasing the fur ball, trying to hug this guy who is rolling on the ground.

The washed small flower mill rotates quickly in circles, and the ground soy milk mixed with bean dregs flows down from around the small flower mill.

After gathering in the groove around the small flower mill, they fall into the basin placed below.

The taste of raw soy milk filled the air with the small flower mills that were spinning around.

Bean not far away scratched his head watching all this.

He was also looking forward to the delicious food that the son of God said, but this expectation turned into deep doubts after seeing Han Cheng made a lot of new soybeans.

You can remember the taste of soybeans and the state they will appear after eating.

The delicacy that the son of God said was actually made from this kind of beans. Soon after, after the people in the tribe ate the delicious food carefully prepared by the son of God, would that uncomfortable situation also appear?

After Dou scratched her head for a while, she finally summoned the courage to talk to the interested Han Cheng about the things that would be uncomfortable after eating too much beans.

After Han Cheng understood the meaning of the bean, he remembered that when he made tofu before, the people like bean had not yet come to the tribe, so he smiled and said to him not to worry. After the tofu is made, there will be no such thing. Worry.

Dou scratched her head and thought for a long time but didn't think of what tofu is.

I don’t even understand why my stomach will not become bloated if I eat the beans after turning into tofu.

But he didn't say anything, because after such a long time, he already understood that this young and extremely mysterious **** child can always do things that are extremely surprising and thought impossible.

After grind the beans for a while, Han Cheng gave the job to the witch who likes tofu.

Don't worry that the witch will get tired. There are many minors in the tribe who like to turn the stone. They are all around at this moment, always waiting to replace the witch.

Han Cheng carried two jars of soy milk into the cave, and he had to do it himself at the critical moment when ordering tofu with brine.

Filter, boil, order tofu, press tofu...

After a series of procedures were stepped down methodically, the steaming, slightly yellowed hot tofu appeared in front of everyone.

Dou and the original Huangguo tribe followed and watched.

At this time, after seeing the tofu, everyone's eyes widened in surprise.

Although this series of things happened before their eyes, it was shocking and surprising that those round beans could finally become such white and tender food.

Although I don’t know how the son of God is going to make this kind of food, just this series of miraculous changes has made Dou and others who have seen this kind of magical transformation for the first time have a great deal of the food that the son of God will make. Expectation.

Han Cheng found a copper knife and divided the newly pressed tofu into squares.

Then make a demonstration by yourself and cut one of them into two-centimeter square pieces, and leave the rest to the cooks.

And he continued to order tofu.

In addition to ordering tofu, the meat of the dozen rabbits that were knocked to death was removed, and the meat was chopped finely with a knife into a froth shape for use.

After a while, seeing that a lot of tofu had been cut out, Han Cheng ordered people to start burning.

It was Huo Er, an increasingly aging man who burned the fire.

By her age, in Han Cheng's cognition, she could do nothing.

Han Cheng told Huo Er more than once about this matter, but Huo Er said nothing to be idle, at least burning Huo, her old profession, she was not going to abandon it if her ability allowed it.

After such a few times, Han Cheng saw that her body was considered healthy, so he was not too reluctant.

After all, sometimes it is better for the elderly to do something within their power than just idle.

The less melted animal fat entered the pot. After the oil heated up, Han Cheng put some peppercorns in it.

When the pepper was almost fried, Han Cheng put the green onion into it.

When the scallions were fried and yellowed, put half a bowl of chopped rabbit meat into it and fry it for a while.

After the fragrance came out, I added some water and some salt into it, and found a jar, used a wooden spatula to get some dark things out of it, and put it in the juice.

This is Doubanjiang. Before Hancheng used boiled soybeans, put them in the room to mold, add water and salt, and cover the mouth of the basin with burlap before drying.

Because there were not many soybeans in the tribe before, most of them were used as seeds, so there was not much soybean paste from the sun.

Because it is less, it seems more precious.

After making these soybean paste, Han Cheng has not been willing to eat it, so now, there is still more than half a jar.

Fortunately, I didn't finish it before. Otherwise, if I made Mapo Tofu today, I would be a little bit blind without the soybean paste.

After boiling the bean paste and the rabbit meat foam for a while, Han Cheng put some water into it, and then put a half bowl of tofu into it.

Seeing that there was not enough water in the pot, I put some more into it, covering all the tofu cubes.

The rest is simmered slowly.

When these juices mixed with green onion, sauce and meat are almost stewed and the tofu is flavored, it can be out of the pot.

There are so many mouths in the tribe waiting, and just using such a pot can not keep up. After finishing this pot, Han Cheng made people start to burn another pot next to him.

In the end, four pots were fired at the same time, and Han Cheng held a spatula in his hand and waved Fang Qiu there.

If the pot catches fire again and Han Cheng wears a white and tall chef hat on his head, he is from New Oriental.

Of course, not New Oriental who teaches English.

When the fourth pot is sorted out, the first pot will be ready.

Sprinkle some finely chopped green onion into it, stir it slightly, and a strong fragrance has floated far away.

Inside the cave that served as the kitchen, there were already a lot of people around. At this time, when they were attracted by the smell of the pot, there were more people who came to the cave for a while pretending to be something.

After the pot comes out, brush the pot a little, and another pot of tofu comes out of the pot.

The beans of fifty acres of land have been harvested for several thousand jin, and the seeds are removed and the rest can be enjoyed by the people of the tribe.

There is no need to make it as rare as before, and the many people in a tofu tribe will share the food.

The scent of food was lingering in the tribe, and the gluttons in everyone's abdomen were all hooked, one by one waiting eagerly for the gods to make the food, eager to feast on it.

When the sun was slanting to the west and the sprinkled brilliance dyed the entire stream red, in the hope of everyone's salivation, pots of food were finally brought out.

What attracts the most attention is not the pots of golden dried millet rice, but the sauce-colored and fragrant Mapo tofu.

Attracted by this very tempting food, many people in the tribe even ignored the two large tanks of egg drop soup...

In the expectation of everyone, the food finally began to spew out. A large spoonful of dried millet rice, and a spoonful of stewed mapo tofu on top, suddenly made the big bowl pointy.

After Han Cheng raised his voice and confessed that everyone should not eat the pepper in the dishes, the banquet that everyone had been waiting for for a long time kicked off.

Wu picked up a piece of tofu, which was different from the white tofu in the past, and sent it to his mouth. After chewing it twice, his eyes narrowed.

The big brother picked up a piece and chewed twice, his eyes widened immediately, and he didn't say anything, but the speed of delivering tofu to his mouth was obviously increased by several levels.

The second brother is the most exaggerated, gorging is not enough to describe the way he is eating at this time, and a big bowl of dry rice is half of the time.

Watching him eat makes a person very appetizing, as if his mouth is a bottomless hole, and the rice that he picks into it, without chewing, directly enters the stomach.

The most surprising thing to eat is the people of the Yuanhuangguo tribe represented by beans. Even if they see it with their own eyes, it is difficult for them to associate the Huangguo they have eaten with this delicious food.

This kind of earth-shaking change is really amazing.

After chewing the beans slowly and swallowing a piece, the speed of eating was immediately increased.

Don't say what the **** child has said before. After the beans are made into tofu, they will not bloat when they are eaten. Even after eating, the stomach will still be uncomfortable. Bean has ignored it.

This kind of food is so wonderful, it's tempting.

Liang is holding a bowl and squatting in the shade. He looks a little thinner than the average person. At this time, he is not inferior to others in terms of the momentum and speed of eating. He holds chopsticks in one hand and bowl in the other. , The food is smashing.

Compared with others, he, who knows a lot of inside information, feels more emotional.

It's hard to imagine, that kind of small fruit that makes you want to squat there and drool for a long time when used to make tofu, it will be so delicious!

The uncomfortable numbness before ~www.wuxiahere.com~ does not make people stay away at this moment. On the contrary, this numbness feeling mixed with food can stimulate the taste buds and make people stop at all. Not down.

I want to fully experience this wonderful feeling.

Shang, Mao, etc. sweat slightly on their foreheads.

The members of the trade team, who licked their mouths from time to time and sucked in some air, got excited immediately after hearing that the food was so delicious because of the addition of a plant seed they had exchanged this time. .

These guys sucked their puffy, shiny lips, holding an empty bowl in one hand, and banging their chests with the other.

It means that they are willing to set off immediately to go to that tribe, get all the peppercorns from that tribe, uproot the pepper trees, and plant them outside the kitchen of the Qingque tribe.

Let everyone in the tribe experience this wonderful taste every day.

The other people not only didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the actions of Shang, Mao and others, but also hammered their chests in a chaotic manner, indicating that they were also willing to contribute.

It's just that the rest of the people reacted like this. Wu You are all so old, so why do you join in the fun?

Han Cheng watched this scene dumbfounded, and couldn't help but sniffed. Isn't it just a peppercorn?

Is the reaction so exaggerated?

Han Cheng was very skeptical at this time. If he said that there is a kind of chili that can make food more delicious in the distant Americas, this group of stimulated and fearless foodies might be Pick up the canoe in the tribe and make a feat across the ocean...

(I made a mapo tofu myself tonight, and it was good, haha...Finally made up a chapter, ashamed)

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