Chapter 150 The Future Secret Weapon of the Jiang Clan

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Because it was the first time to steam steamed buns, he used alkaline water, and Mu Feng was not sure whether the steamed buns he steamed would be sour or bitter, so he did not dare to steam too much in the first pot, and only steamed more than 20. .

When the water boiled and steam was bubbling under the wooden lid, everyone looked forward to taking a step forward and waiting for the steamed buns to come out of the pot.

Because the water is boiled, they know that when the water is boiled, it is boiled.

Seeing the expressions of several people, Mu Feng shook his head and said, "Not yet, if the steamed buns are boiled, the water will not be cooked, so it needs to be boiled for a while, and let the steamed buns steam in the pot for a while longer!"

"Great Chief, how long does it take to steam?" Someone asked the idea.

Mu Feng frowned in thought.

Generally, the steamed buns need to be steamed for at least 15 minutes after the water is boiled, and it may be steamed for 30 minutes or even longer if the steamed buns are large.

The problem is that right now he doesn't have anything to time, and no one can understand it if he says fifteen or thirty minutes.

"What should I do?" Mu Feng pondered carefully, "It seems that I have to find a way to make a time-keeping tool, otherwise the groggy every day will not be worth it!"

Frankly speaking, Mu Feng has not paid much attention to the specific time since time travel.

He only knew that he would get up every day at dawn, and eat and sleep when it was dark.

Work at sunrise, rest at sunset.

There is no social disturbance in the past life, and there is no endless work every day. Every day, all that is busy is just to fill the stomach and pursue the ultimate simplicity.

But it is not good to have no concept of time at all, at least there must be something that keeps time.

But this is another story. Right now, he has to solve the problem of timing, otherwise things like steaming buns will fall on him.

He thought about it and said, "Well, I'll teach you a way to estimate the time."

"Is there any way to calculate the time?" Some clansmen were puzzled.

"Well, yes!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "It's very simple. Did you see such thick firewood? Put five of them at the bottom of the pot and burn them. When the fire becomes weak, fill in the second one. The next firewood, this time it should be fine after it burns out."

Mufeng estimated from the burning time of the firewood just now. It takes about ten minutes for five pieces of firewood to burn out, and it takes about six or seven minutes from lighting to the most prosperous fire. It takes about fifteen minutes to add firewood twice. .

As for his calculation method, it is even simpler - counting.

Counting from one to sixty, repeated several times, although not completely accurate, but it is not far off.

The most important thing is that this estimation method is relatively simple, easy for the clan to grasp, and saves him a lot of saliva to explain.

"So that's how it is!" Everyone suddenly realized, firmly remembered this method of Woodwind Sect, pressed panic, and continued to wait.

Finally, after adding two more rounds of firewood, Mufeng stopped adding firewood and waited quietly for the firewood to go out.

After that, Mu Feng lifted the lid of the pot, and a long-lost fragrance of steamed buns came out.

I only saw more than twenty steamed buns in the pot neatly stacked on the bamboo leaves.

After the bamboo leaves have been steamed, their appearance has changed from emerald green to their former luster. Instead, the steamed buns appear "big belly and round waist" one by one, fat and bulging.

The front is nearly half the size!

Because it is cornmeal, all the steamed buns are pale yellow.

Because the bamboo leaves are used instead of cage cloth, in addition to the inherent flavor of the flour itself, the whole steamed bun also has a unique fragrance of bamboo leaves!

"It smells so good!" I don't know what to say.

"Great Chief, can you eat it?" Someone asked timidly.

"Yeah!" Mu Feng nodded, "Wait a minute, I'll try it!"

As he said that, he reached out and dipped a little water on a steamed bun and pressed it. The steamed bun dented and recovered quickly.

"Well, it's cooked, you can eat it!" Mu Feng signaled, and then took them out one by one and put them on the wooden board. It was a little hot, so he hurriedly touched his ears.

This is also the old way, the ears dissipate heat quickly.

Mu Feng took a small piece and tasted it, neither sour nor bitter nor dry, he grinned and said, "It was a success!"

The people around couldn't wait, no matter how hot the steamed buns were, after getting permission from the wood flour, they walked up first and directly took the steamed buns and ate them.

"Yeah, delicious!"

"Hmm, incense!"

"It turns out that things made with corn are so delicious!"

Mu Feng was relieved. The first time he made steamed buns was very successful, so the next thing was simple, just add all the remaining flour, wait for the dough to rise, count the time, just before moving in tomorrow Make all the buns.

On the second day, the clansmen on the left and right stopped their buddies and began to move things into the tulou.

To be honest, the relocation of primitive people is extremely simple - fur, pots and some necessary tools and weapons.

Other than that, nothing long.

Therefore, the huge "relocation" that Mu Feng thought was completed was only completed with his order.

Really, what impressed all the clansmen was that a pile of bamboo was burned in front of each earth building, and the sound of "crackling" was incessant, which shocked everyone.

Except for Mu Feng, everyone in the tribe heard such a voice for the first time, and they all turned pale with fright.

Some are timid and even tremble in their calves.

if not

Mu Feng stood there with a genial smile, some clansmen should have run away long ago.

It even made the five wolves such as Ba Zi, who were jumping around, shiver, and shrank beside Mu Feng, not daring to move.

"Huh?" Mu Feng's eyes lit up, "Yes, firecrackers, the sound of firecrackers can scare away many beasts! If I can make gunpowder, even firecrackers, I'm afraid no one can resist this power! "

Mu Feng was excited: "Gunpowder, gunpowder!"

If gunpowder can be made, it's not just about achievement points.

But thinking of the saltpeter needed for gunpowder is quite complicated, and he can't get it out for a while.

"Well, I have to remember this matter. When I free up my hands, I must get it out."

"Big, Great Chief..." Lihu said with a pale face, "Is this a firecracker? It's too scary!"

"Yeah!" Mu Feng nodded and smiled, "That's how firecrackers are. They make a loud noise, so they can destroy evil and eliminate disasters."

After a pause, he smiled again and said, "Look, you all know in advance that this is bamboo and you are afraid

In this way, what if other people don't know about it? "

Lihu suppressed the fear in his heart, thought for a while before saying, "Other people will be afraid too?"

"Yeah!" Mu Feng nodded with a smile, "Look, wolves are scared! If something like this is used well, it will definitely be a secret weapon for our tribe!"

"Secret weapon?" Li Hu was at a loss.

"Well, it's not enough now, it has to be in the future!" Mu Feng corrected, "Soon!"

(End of this chapter)

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