Chapter 556 All Good Things Must Be Exchanged to the Qingque Tribe

There weren't many beans and tofu nao, even if they didn't drink too much, it was impossible for everyone to drink the ones from Han Chengsheng.

The benefits of power and status can now be seen.

Of course, there is also the ability to fool Han Dashenzi.

"Tofu nao is delicious, and tofu is even more delicious, but there are too few beans in our tribe. You should plant the land well, harvest more beans in autumn, and then you can eat a lot of tofu and drink a lot of tofu nao It's..."

It is Han Cheng's cunning to lose no time in educating the people in the tribe about hard work, and transform some unfair thoughts that may arise due to the gap into motivation for farming.

Well, it's a life and management wisdom.

Han Cheng likes the tribe's current atmosphere of being active in one place without any intrigue and intrigue. Living in such an atmosphere will make people feel relaxed from the bottom of their hearts.

So in daily life, he will also guide people intentionally or unconsciously, and use his actions to protect and maintain this state.

As for private ownership, this is not in a hurry, nor is it in a hurry.

Considering the current level of development of the Qingque Tribe and the size of the population, working together and keeping warm is the most suitable model.

These words of Han Cheng, who has already figured out the temperament of primitive people, are undoubtedly very useful, which can be seen just from their chest slapping movements.

Looking at these people who are motivated to farm well and plant a lot of beans, Han Cheng nodded in satisfaction.

That's good!

Stretching out my hand to touch the outside of the big vat, I felt that the temperature of the tofu nao was enough, so I started to scoop up the tofu nao in the vat with a large clay pot, and poured it into a square mold made of wood not far away.

Two layers of sackcloth carefully woven by Bai Xuemei were spread inside the mold to prevent the tofu from leaking out of the holes.

The tofu nao is a little small, and only half of it is packed in the mold.

Han Cheng folded the four corners of the cloth inside the mold diagonally, and after pulling it tight, put a clean pottery pot filled with water on it to press it.

There is warm, slightly turbid water dripping down the edge of the mold.

After waiting like this for a while, seeing that the water dripped slowly, Han Cheng picked up the pottery basin and tightened the cloth inside again.

After about half an hour, the water fell very slowly.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Han Cheng removed the pottery basin and the wrapped cloth, and then white, tender and steaming tofu appeared in front of everyone.

Han Cheng smiled. It is really not easy to eat tofu these days, but fortunately, he finally made it!

He couldn't wait to get the bone knife, cut off a small piece and put it in his mouth.

The smell of freshly ground fresh tofu surrounded him, a long-lost feeling, very wonderful, as if people's pores were opened at this moment.

Wu also took a small piece of tofu and put it in his mouth. This time it didn't melt in his mouth, and he felt the presence of tofu.

But just like what Miko said, this thing is very soft, and it can be easily chewed even with a toothless place.

Sure enough, it is a food especially suitable for the elderly who have lost their teeth.

But the taste is not as good as expected.

Of course, the taste is not as good as expected, after all, this is white tofu without any cooking.

Han Cheng squinted, looking arrogant.

How dare you doubt the taste of tofu? It seems that today is going to show off well.

After this idea was made up, I started to think about how to eat tofu.

Tofu with shallots? This is simple and easy to make. The hot tofu just out of the pan is just right, but there is less oil in the tribe.

Mapo tofu?

This is absolutely delicious. If it is really made, it will definitely make the primitive people want to stop talking. It's a pity that there is no chili and pepper...

Boiled tofu? This can be done, but the taste is a little weaker.

After thinking about it for a while, Han Cheng was a little helpless. He had good ingredients but no corresponding good seasonings, which made people extremely distressed.

Fortunately, he is a foodie himself, and he was born in a foodie empire. Things like eating tofu are really hard for him.

After thinking about it for a while, I came up with an idea.

Immediately let the minors in the tribe leave the tribe with fish cages and walk towards the small river.

With the quiet change of the staple food and the reduction of fish in the small river, the Qingque tribe no longer goes fishing every day.

Only every few days or longer will they be caught once.

In spring, the number of fishing is even less, because the son of God said that at this time, many fish are producing seeds.

Arresting one fish may make many fish disappear, which is really not worthwhile.

After careful consideration, the members of the Qingque tribe felt that Shenzi was right.

After all, there are only a few millet-like roe in the fish's belly. If they are turned into fish, it will be very different.

Of course, the premise of doing this is that the Qingque tribe has plenty of food to eat besides fish.

Without the rest of the food to feed their stomachs, it is impossible for the fish in the creek to recuperate.

The fishing moratorium advocated by Han Cheng was still effective. A dozen or so minors went out with fish cages, and before noon, they brought back more than forty catties of fish.

Such efficiency could not be achieved in the previous year.

After cleaning the caught fish, cut it into sections, marinate it with salt, put some wine to remove the fishy smell, and then Han Chengcheng began to slice the cube-shaped tofu with a bone knife.

That's right, what he is going to make is tofu in fish soup.

In fact, if the ingredients are sufficient, the fish head tofu soup is the best, but the fish in the small river is far more than before, and there are many mouths in the tribe.

It would be too extravagant to use only fish heads to stew soup.

After cutting the tofu, the fish section in a clay pot is basically marinated.

Put the fish sections into a large clay pot, add a little water and stew for a while, then put a lot of water and put the tofu into it together, cover the pot and stew together.

There is a saying called "thousand boiled tofu and ten thousand boiled fish", which means that tofu, like fish, is an extremely boilable ingredient, and the longer it is stewed, the better the taste.

Of course, the premise is that after the water is boiled, it should be stewed on a low heat, otherwise the stewing time will be too long, and the fish will be boiled.

After cooking for a while, the aroma has begun to spread around.

The novelty of tofu, which appeared for the first time in the tribe, coupled with the wonderful fragrance, aroused the gluttons in the belly of everyone in the tribe.

Foodies with relatively high status in the Qingque tribe, such as Wu, Big Brother, and Shitou, gathered around the big tank and drool, while the rest drool while working.

As for the slaves with long legs and grass roots, I just vaguely heard that the great son of God has made another excellent food. All I can do is look at the courtyard from a distance, imagining the taste of the new food. How wonderful it would be.

The lid on the big tank was lifted, and white water vapor permeated the air.

The white, boiled tofu with small holes is mixed with fish segments and soaked in the whitish fish soup, and then sprinkled with a few handfuls of green shallots, which makes people's index fingers move.

The ingredients were limited, except for a few people including Han Cheng, the rest of the people only got half a bowl.

But regardless of whether there is fish in the bowl, there will always be a little tofu in it.

Use a spoon to press a small piece of tofu that is only two centimeters wide, four centimeters long, and less than half a centimeter thick from the middle, and then put them into two bowls for two people to eat. I couldn't help but blush, it was too shabby.

He thought so, but the people in the tribe didn't think so.

They all saw the amount of tofu, and it was indeed not much.

Many of them are ready to wait until after autumn to eat tofu.

Unexpectedly, Shenzi let everyone eat tofu today.

One and two are warm in their hearts. In such a mood, they can eat twelve out of six flavors.

In addition, there is very little tofu, everyone cherishes it, and the taste of tofu in fish soup is really good, so after a meal, everyone who eats it is full of praise for the tofu.

It also made everyone make up their minds to serve the beans well, so that they can eat tofu every day like millet.

The taste of the fish soup was stewed into the tofu. After taking a bite and chewing in his mouth, Han Cheng narrowed his eyes comfortably...

The wind without heat blows, the bamboo forest shakes, and the emerald green bamboo leaves seem to be cheering for this historic moment.

Three days later, the caravan of the Qingque Tribe set off again. Having tasted the sweetness from the transaction, they determined to exchange all the good things back to the tribe.