Chapter 680 The Qingque Tribe Who Wants to Go to America to Find Peppers (2 in 1)

Autumn wind and autumn rain worry people.

Compared with the emotions of literati and inkmen, the feelings of farmers will undoubtedly be more intense and intuitive, especially during the busy farming season, when encountering such ghostly weather, people will feel like jumping around and cursing their mothers.

However, no matter how much you want to jump on your feet and scold your mother, it is not enough. Although it is said that man can conquer nature, in many moments, human beings are still small and pitiful when facing nature.

Han Cheng didn't know how to chant mantras, and he didn't have the ability to blow up the rain clouds in the sky with two cannonballs. Therefore, after being melancholy for a while, he asked people to go out to the scene from time to time to inspect the grain stacks and look at the bedding. Have the millet stalks been blown away by the wind, and some ditches have been dug around the millet stacks, and there are not many ways to think about it other than drainage.

Han Cheng prayed in his heart, this rain must not be continuous, otherwise, the millet growing in the ground may directly sprout on it.

Even those that have already been stacked will be ruined a lot.

Compared with the perfunctory prayers of this false son of God, the witch who wore a feather crown and picked up a white bone staff and jumped up and down was much more devout.

If Han Cheng hadn't forcibly stopped him later, this old man, who was older than all the Wuhuo in the Qingque tribe, might have been able to continue this strenuous prayer until dark or even late at night.

I don't know if Wu prayed for the effect, or because of the luck bonus of Han Cheng, a traveler. At night, he was awakened by the cheers of "the sky is clear, the sky is clear".

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

What caught my ears were the cheers of the tribesmen, the croaking of frogs around, and in the gaps between these sounds, there were occasionally one or two 'clicks' of water dripping from the eaves.

Han Cheng laughed, Wu laughed, the eldest brother laughed, and many people in the tribe laughed...

Finally, the millet was cleaned out and spread out on the ground to dry.

People in the tribe who have turned black and thinned a lot, looking at this and that, many people are happy.

Not only because all the food of the tribe has been taken back, nothing wasted, and in the next year, all the food of the tribe will be available.

Another important reason is that the Son of God is going to cook in person to fulfill the 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 with his head in his arms, like a big fluffy ball.

Little Pea, who had been walking for a long time, was wearing crotch pants and staggered after the fur ball, trying to hug this guy who was rolling back and forth on the ground.

The washed Xiaohua mill was spinning fast in circles, and the soy milk mixed with bean dregs flowed down around the Xiaohua mill.

After converging in the groove around the small flower mill, it falls into the basin placed below.

The smell of raw soy milk permeated the air along with the small flower mill that was spinning rapidly.

Bean not far away scratched his head watching all this.

He was also looking forward to the delicious food that Shenzi said, but this expectation turned into deep doubts after seeing Han Cheng produce a lot of newly harvested soybeans.

Dou remembers the taste of soybeans and the state they will appear after eating.

The delicacy mentioned by Shenzi is actually made of this kind of beans. Then, after eating the delicious food carefully prepared by Shenzi, will the people in the tribe also experience that uncomfortable situation?

After Dou scratched his head for a while, he finally mustered up the courage to tell the enthusiastic Han Cheng about the discomfort after eating too many Dou.

After Han Cheng understood the meaning of Dou, he remembered that when he was making tofu before, people like Dou had not yet come to the tribe, so he smiled and said to him not to worry, after making tofu, there will be no such problems. worry.

Dou scratched his head and thought for a long time, but he couldn't figure out what tofu was.

I don't even understand why after the beans turn into tofu,

If you eat again, your stomach will not be bloated.

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

After Han Cheng ground the beans for a while, he handed over the work to Wu, who likes tofu.

Don't worry about Wu being tired, there are many minors in the tribe who like to turn stone mills, and they are all around at the moment, waiting to take over Wu.

Han Cheng came to the cave with two cans of soy milk. At the critical moment of ordering tofu with brine, he personally operated it.

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

After a series of procedures went down in an orderly manner, steaming, slightly yellowed hot tofu appeared in front of everyone.

Dou and the people from the original Huangguo tribe followed around and watched.

After seeing the tofu at this time, everyone's eyes widened in surprise.

Although this series of events happened right in front of their eyes, they were still shocked and surprised that those round beans turned into such white and tender food in the end.

Although I don't know how Shenzi is going to make this kind of food, just this series of miraculous changes has already made Dou and other people who saw this miraculous transformation for the first time have a great understanding of the food that Shenzi will make. expectations.

Han Cheng found a copper knife, and cut the newly pressed tofu into cubes horizontally and vertically.

Then do a demonstration by yourself and cut one of them into small pieces of two centimeters square, and leave the rest to people who often cook.

And he continued to order tofu.

In addition to ordering tofu, people picked up the meat from the dozen or so rabbits that had been knocked to death, and finely chopped them into fine pieces with a knife for later use.

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

It was Huo Er, an increasingly elderly man, who lit the fire.

At her age, in Han Cheng's perception, she can do nothing.

Han Cheng had told Huo Er about this more than once, but Huo Er would not be idle no matter what he said, at least she was not going to give up her old job of burning fire if her ability allowed.

After several times like this, Han Cheng saw that she was healthy, so he didn't push too hard.

After all, sometimes it is better for the elderly to do some things within their ability than to just be idle.

The not very melted animal fat entered the pot. After the oil was heated, Han Cheng put some Chinese prickly ash into it.

When the prickly ash was almost fried, Han Cheng put some scallions into it.

When the scallion white was fried and turned yellow, I put half a bowl of minced rabbit meat into it and fried it for a while.

After the fragrance wafted out, I added some water and some salt to it, found another jar, and used a wooden shovel to get some black things out of it, and put it into the juice.

This is bean paste. Han Cheng used boiled soybeans, put them in the room to mold, then added water and salt, covered the mouth of the basin with sackcloth and dried it in the sun.

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

Because it is less, it seems more precious.

After the soybean paste was made, Han Cheng was not willing to eat it, so now, there are still more than half of the jars.

Fortunately, I didn't finish eating it before, otherwise I would be a bit blind when I made mapo tofu today without soybean paste.

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

Seeing that there was not enough water in the pot, I put some more in it to cover all the tofu cubes before giving up.

The rest is to simmer slowly.

When the juice mixed with onion, sauce, and meat is almost stewed, and the tofu cubes are tasty, it can be out of the pot.

There are so many mouths waiting in the tribe, and it is impossible to keep up with just such a pot. After finishing this pot, Han Cheng immediately asked people to start burning another pot next to it.

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

If the pot was on fire again, and Han Cheng wore a white and tall chef's hat on his head, he was from New Oriental.

Of course, not New Oriental, which teaches English-speaking.

When the fourth pot is finished, the first pot can already be cooked.

Sprinkle some finely chopped scallions into it, and after a little stirring, a strong fragrance has already wafted far away.

In the cave used as a kitchen, there were already a lot of people around. Now, attracted by the smell of cooking, more people came to wander around the cave pretending to be busy when they had nothing to do.

After one pot comes out, scrub the pot slightly, and another pot of tofu is put into the pot.

Thousands of catties of beans were harvested from the fifty mu of land, and the remaining ones could be used for the people in the tribe to eat a few meals of tofu.

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

The smell of food lingered in the tribe, and the gluttons in everyone's stomachs were hooked. They all waited eagerly for the Son of God to prepare the food, and eagerly wanted to feast on it.

When the sun was slanting to the west, and the radiance of the sprinkles dyed the whole small river red, in the anticipation of everyone salivating, pots of food were finally brought out.

What attracts the most attention is not the pots of golden millet rice, but the stewed mapo tofu with sauce color and aroma.

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

In the anticipation of everyone, the meals finally started to come out. A large spoonful of millet rice, and a spoonful of stewed fragrant mapo tofu on top, immediately made the big bowl stand out.

After Han Cheng raised his voice and told everyone not to eat the prickly ash in the dish, the banquet that everyone had been looking forward to for a long time kicked off.

Wu picked up a piece of tofu that was different from the white tofu in the past and put it into his mouth. After chewing a little bit hard, his eyes narrowed.

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

The second senior brother is the most exaggerated, wolfing down is not enough to describe the way he is eating at this time, half of the big bowl of dry rice that is protruding from the top is gone in a short while.

Watching him eat makes people very appetizing, as if his mouth is a bottomless pit, and the rice that goes in, without chewing, goes directly into the stomach.

The most surprising thing to eat was the people of the original yellow fruit tribe represented by beans. Even if they saw it with their own eyes, it was difficult for them to connect the yellow fruit they had eaten before with this delicious food now.

This kind of earth-shaking change is really too surprising.

After chewing and swallowing a piece of beans slowly, he immediately speeded up his meal.

Not to mention what Shenzi said before, after the beans are made into tofu, you won't feel bloated when you eat them, even after eating them, your stomach will still be bloated and uncomfortable, and the beans have already ignored it.

This food is just too good to be eaten.

Liang held the bowl and squatted in the shade. He looked thinner than the average person. At this time, he was not inferior to others in terms of eating momentum and speed. He held the chopsticks in one hand and the bowl in the other. , I ate so much.

Compared with others, he, who knows a lot of inside information, has more emotions.

It is really hard to imagine that the kind of small fruit that makes you want to squat there and drool for a long time, used to make tofu, can be so delicious!

The uncomfortable numbness before is no longer shy of people now. On the contrary, this numbness mixed with food can stimulate people's taste buds even more, making people unable to stop at all.

I want to experience this wonderful feeling to the fullest.

Shang, Mao and the others were sweating slightly on their foreheads.

The members of the trade team who slid their mouths from time to time and sucked in some air, heard that the reason why the food is so delicious is because of the addition of a new plant seed they brought back this time, and they immediately became excited .

These guys are sucking their numb, oily lips, holding an empty bowl in one hand, and pounding their chests with the other hand

Said that they were willing to set off immediately, go to that tribe, get back all the peppercorns in that tribe, uproot the peppercorn trees, and plant them outside the kitchen of the Qingque tribe.

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

The rest of the people not only didn't feel that there was anything wrong with Shang, Mao and others' behavior, but they all hammered their chests chaotically, expressing that they were also willing to contribute.

It's fine for the rest of the people to react like this, Wu, you are so old, why are you also joining in the fun?

Han Cheng stared at this scene dumbfounded, and couldn't help sniffling, isn't it just a pepper?

Is the reaction so exaggerated?

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

(I fried a mapo tofu by myself tonight, and it tasted pretty good, haha... Finally made up a chapter, ashamed)

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