Chapter 803 Wu: Son of God, I...I Am Going to Die

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Han Cheng got up in surprise, and then walked all the way to the warehouse where the grain was stored. According to his previous memory, he opened the door of the warehouse marked 'Nineteen' on the wall.

More than half of it is stored in soybeans, and the other part is stored in raw peas with blackened skins.

After Han Cheng came in this time, he ignored the soybeans that had become a variety of food since he got out the stone mill and salt bittern, but walked straight towards the raw peas stored on the other side.

After figuring out their value, Han Cheng also paid enough attention to peas, a new grain that was obtained from semi-agricultural tribes.

So in the spring of this year, Han Cheng directly planted all the pea seeds that he had obtained in the ground, covering about 30 acres.

Now after harvesting, several thousand catties of raw peas have been obtained.

Looking at these black peas at the moment, Han Cheng was full of joy and excitement. What kind of peas are these? This is clearly jelly!

Now that the autumn tiger continues to show off its power, the weather is unbelievably hot, and many people in the tribe with a strong appetite have lost their appetite due to the heat. It is a good time for this appetizing summer heat weapon like jelly to come into play!

"Carry two bags out!"

Han Cheng said to the elder brothers who came with him.

There are many people in the tribe, and all of them are full-fledged foodies. Now when they encounter food like jelly in such hot weather, one can imagine what will happen next.

So Han Cheng directly asked the elder brother and the others to carry two bags, and it took almost two hundred catties to come out.

For Han Cheng's order, the eldest brother and others naturally obeyed.

After carrying the grain out of the granary and closing the door of the granary, Han Cheng took his elder brother and the others to the big cafeteria where they cook.

Ask someone to find a few large pots, pour the peas in the bag into them, and add water.

The procedure of making jelly from peas is similar to that of making tofu from soybeans. Both need to soak the dried beans in water first, and then grind them with a stone mill.

However, Han Cheng didn't let people add water and leave it alone, but called two female primitive people who had done the work of washing grain, and asked them to wash the raw peas.

In the tribe, when the raw peas are shelled and seeded, it is on the threshing floor.

Although the threshing ground has been ground with a stone roller before starting to process the grain, it is inevitable that the grain will still be mixed with some sand and dust. Before the official production of food, it is still very important to wash it of.

Two female primitives sat on the wooden pier, each holding a fence woven from broken bamboo strips under Han Cheng's guidance, and began to wash the grain.

The so-called strainer is an essential tool for washing grain. It is a circle with a diameter of about ten centimeters, with a handle and a slight depression in the middle.

Because it is woven from bamboo strips, it has good water leakage.

Holding the strainer in their hands, the two primitive women stirred the submerged peas in the clay pot in front of them a few times with their hands to spread them out so that the fine sand and gravel deposited inside could fully settle to the bottom. .

Then, some pea shells that had not been cleaned up and floated on the water surface were fished out with a strainer and put aside, and then the formal washing of grain began.

The two primitive people held the handle of the strainer, which was also made of bamboo, and sank the front end of the strainer into the water, and then began to spin rapidly round and round.

In the process of rotation, it does not always rotate flatly, but sinks to both sides from left to right.

In such a process, some peas will be stirred by the strainer and floated along the water, and then they will be picked up on the strainer.

As for sand, which is denser than peas, it will basically not be stirred up.

After the two of them fished out all the peas, one strain after another, the water in the basin was also muddy, and there was still sand at the bottom of the basin.

The raw peas that have been washed once are put into a big pot,

Add water to soak again, and wait until the next morning to start making jelly.

Holding a cattail fan in his hand, Wu, who was fanning it up and down, watched Han Cheng and the others process the peas not far away.

He already knew that Han Cheng was making a kind of food.

If it was the past, Wu would definitely come to him when he found out that Shenzi was making new things, especially food.

But this time it was different. The hot weather made Wu feel breathless, and he couldn't even arouse the slightest desire for food.

Even when I think of food, I still feel a little sick.

Sin!

After realizing his current state, Wu, who was waving the cattail fan, couldn't help repeating his mantra in his heart again.

In the past, when the tribal food was scarce, they could eat any kind of food by themselves, and they always felt that there was not enough to eat.

But now, facing the food that is much better than that time, I feel a little nauseous. Is this a crime or something!

After chanting the sinful words several times in a row, Wu suddenly realized one thing, that is, he was getting old.

I can't even eat delicious food, isn't this old?

After such thoughts surfaced in his mind, Wu immediately felt a little panicked.

In the past, Wu was not afraid of death, but it was different now. As the life in the tribe got better day by day, Wu didn't want to die more and more.

Because he wanted to see how far his tribe could develop under the leadership of the Son of God.

I want to watch these minors in the tribe grow up and work hard together for the development and growth of the tribe...

Because of such thoughts in his heart, Wu, who suddenly realized that he was old, became a little worried, and didn't eat much that night...

The next morning, Han Dashenzi, who also lost his appetite due to the hot weather and missed jelly so much, got up to grind the soaked peas himself.

Bai Xuemei with a big belly was still standing aside with a wooden spoon in her hand, pouring half a spoonful of peas and half a spoonful of water into the grinding eyes.

The air in the early morning is clear, with a look of not waking up, and there are a few dogs barking, rooster crowing, and sheep bleating from time to time in the silence...

The not-too-hot sun scatter down through the bamboo forest, leaving little light and shadow.

The ground soybean milk merged into a water column and fell into the large clay pot below, making a soft sound, and at the same time smashed a piece of fine air bubbles, and the air was filled with the smell of raw bowl of soybean milk.

In the leisurely and comfortable morning, Han Cheng unexpectedly raised the idea of ​​letting time freeze here.

The sling was hung up again, and the bowl of soybean milk that was ground also had to go through the process of filtering...

With the passage of time, the pure Chaoyang gradually turned into an old driver, no longer the gentle and clear appearance before, and began to show its might.

The weather also became hot and stuffy, and everyone who worked hard began to sweat profusely.

After thinking for a long time, Wu Wu, who decided to force himself to eat more food, didn't have much appetite at this time.

At this time, Han Cheng had already poured two cans of soy milk into the pottery pot, and asked people to cook it here.

With the rise of the flame and the rise of a large amount of white gas in the clay pot, the temperature in the already hot kitchen has become higher, and the whole kitchen has become like a steamer. sweat.

In summer, cooking in the kitchen is really not a good job...

Han Cheng, who wiped the sweat off his forehead, saw that the bowl of soy milk boiled in the earthenware pot was already boiling, so he scooped it up with a ladle and poured it into the basin that had been prepared by the side.

"Son of God, is it time to add salt?"

People in the tribe, especially those who help in the kitchen, are familiar with the process of making tofu.

Although peas and soybeans look different, they both carry the word 'dou', and they are all descendants of the word 'dou'.

And the series of operations before this are exactly the same as when making tofu, so when Han Cheng scooped up the cooked bowl of soy milk, except for letting people continue to put raw bowls of soy milk into the clay pot to continue cooking, what else? I didn't do it anymore, and I didn't mean to order tofu at all. After waiting for a while, I finally couldn't help but reminded me aloud.

After all, if you wait too long for the cooked soy milk, and then add some tofu, it will not be very good.

Han Cheng wiped the sweat off his face with the towel hanging around his neck, shook his head with a smile and said, "No need to put salt, this is not making tofu, but making another kind of food.

Moreover, except for soybeans, the rest of the beans cannot be made into tofu. "

Compared with tofu, jelly is easier to make. You only need to cook raw soy milk and scoop it into a basin to cool.

If you buy pea flour directly, it will be more convenient and quick to make.

It's a pity that there is no ready-made pea flour for Han Cheng to buy at this time, so he has to grind pea flour by himself.

"This is a delicious food, and it will definitely whet your appetite after it's cooked!"

Thinking of the refreshment of eating jelly in later generations, Han Cheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and explained the new food that was about to be baked to the person who asked him, with a mysterious face and some yearning and intoxication.

It's hot now, soy milk is getting colder and solidifies slowly. After waiting here for a while, seeing that it will take some time for these bowls of soy milk to solidify into jelly, Han Chengcheng explained to the people who were helping in the kitchen, turned around and left. A kitchen like a steamer.

The people who help in the kitchen are all people who are used to cooking food. With Han Cheng's demonstration just now and the experience in making tofu, it is not a problem to do these things.

As for Dashenzi Han who came out of the kitchen, he also had a very legitimate reason to leave the kitchen.

The reason is that he needs to prepare some condiments to prepare for this new food.

In fact, the real reason was that he couldn't stand the heat in the kitchen...

Sesame paste, chili sauce poured out of hot oil, and green coriander are good things to make jelly.

It's a pity that Han Cheng doesn't have any of these things.

Fortunately, there is also vinegar, an indispensable seasoning for jelly, otherwise the jelly made this time would be almost uneatable.

When he came outside, Han Cheng pulled a lot of garlic from the garlic braids hanging on the wall under the eaves.

Garlic has been owned by the tribe for several years. After several years of artificial cultivation, its size has grown a lot compared to before.

It is that there is still a considerable part of it that is not very split, and it is easy to grow into a single head of garlic.

Single-headed garlic tastes really spicy, especially when it is spicy to the root of the tongue, not to mention the sour taste.

Put these garlic cloves on the chopping board, pat them one by one with the knife, then peel them, put them in the stone mortar and add salt to remove them.

Mash garlic cloves into garlic paste, dig out with a spoon, add cold water and stir, and the garlic juice is ready.

The fly in the ointment is that there is no layer of sesame oil floating on it.

Han Cheng pounded a lot of garlic juice, and made a whole pot.

"Son of God! Son of God!"

Squatting under the shade of a tree, Han Cheng had just adjusted the garlic juice, and before he could get up, a helper in the kitchen rushed out of the kitchen profusely, shouting all the way towards Han Cheng,

"What's wrong?"

Han Cheng was a little surprised by this guy's sudden reaction. After standing up from the ground, he looked at this guy and asked loudly.

"A bowl of soy milk...a bowl of soy milk...it's...a piece!"

The man seemed a little breathless and said, his whole body was full of excitement, and there was some novelty and other emotions in the excitement.

This is jelly!

Hearing this, Han Cheng became joyful all of a sudden, put the bowl of garlic juice on a raised stone slab, and hurried to the kitchen with the others.

"Son of God, you can...can play..."

When Han Cheng came to the door of the kitchen, several helpers in the kitchen were stretching their necks around the earthen basin of jelly placed on the table.

One of them leaned sideways, as if he was going to run away at any time, stretched his arm long, and gently poked it with his finger, the soft bouncy feeling in the basin was transmitted along his fingers all at once. come over.

The person who stretched out his finger to test, and several other people who were watching, quickly stepped back two steps, looking at the jelly in the basin with novelty and some vigilance.

Seeing such a scene, Han Cheng couldn't help laughing out loud.

Hearing the laughter, these people raised their heads and realized that Han Cheng had come over. The person who had just reached out to touch the jelly, raised his own finger and said to Han Cheng with a dazed expression.

If jelly is not soft and springy, then it is not jelly!

Han Cheng washed his hands in the basin and went to the side of the first two bowls of soy milk scooped out. He stretched out his fingers and touched it to confirm that these had really solidified into jelly.

And the outermost layer is a bit hard to the touch, it's jelly skin.

"Take this big chopping board outside!"

After confirming that the jelly was completely made, Han Cheng commanded two people to carry the large chopping board to the shade outside. He didn't want to stay in this kitchen for a moment longer.

These pots containing jelly were also moved outside one by one under Han Cheng's order.

"Wow~!"

"Son of God..."

"This……"

Even though the weather was hot and the autumn tiger was rampant, it still couldn't stop the people of the Qingque tribe from surrounding Han Cheng to watch the novelty.

Especially the behavior of Qing Cao who ran out of the kitchen just now, shouting all the way to find the Son of God, immediately aroused the curiosity of the people who were staying in the yard doing some things to the peak.

At this time, Han Cheng took the earliest jelly bowl and buckled it on the raised chopping board, then uncovered the bowl, and a bowl-shaped jelly cube appeared in front of everyone.

This large piece of jelly is black-gray as a whole, translucent, and has a kind of luster. When you touch it with your hands, it will tremble and shake there, which is very beautiful.

Seeing that the new type of food mentioned by Shenzi was so good-looking, many of the onlookers couldn't help being surprised, and those who didn't scream, couldn't help but widen their eyes. .

Looking at the beautiful and somewhat excessive food in front of them, many people actually felt reluctant to eat it.

Han Cheng looked at the jelly made by himself, and also showed a satisfied expression.

Hearing that everyone was admiring the beauty of the jelly, Han Cheng smiled. He didn't find mung beans. If he found mung beans, the jelly made from mung beans would make you feel even more amazing.

It was piled up there like a large piece of emerald, even Han Cheng, who had seen the world, thought it was very beautiful.

It is best to use a scraper with many small holes to scrape the jelly that is mixed and eaten. It is a pity that Han Chengsheng's idea of ​​making jelly was rather sudden, and there was no time to make a scraper, so he could only cut it with a knife. up.

Han Cheng took a large rectangular copper-cast kitchen knife, and after sticking some clear water on both sides of the knife, he cut off the big jelly that was stuck here.

Seeing such a scene, many people watching around couldn't bear it, and some people even wanted to stop it, because this jelly is so beautiful in everyone's eyes!

Han Cheng took the knife and just cut there. Compared with the good-looking jelly, he cared more about the taste of the jelly.

The jelly is not very easy to cut. The main reason is that it is a little bit stained with the knife. It needs to be cut for a while and then get some water to wet the knife.

"Green grass, blue flowers, you also come to cut."

After cutting for a while, Han Cheng brought over two pots of jelly and said to Qingcao and Qinghua.

There are so many jelly noodles with such an open mouth waiting to be eaten, and Han Cheng alone has to cut them, so it will have to be cut in the Year of the Monkey.

Put the cut jelly in another basin, pour a few spoons of freshly mashed garlic juice into it, put some fruit vinegar, stir it with a spoon, and put it in a bowl, it looks very delicious appetite.

Han Cheng picked up a bowl and took a sip first. Although there are many seasonings missing, it is very rare to be able to eat jelly at this time. How can there be so much attention?

A mouthful of cool and slippery jelly, with that refreshing taste, slid all the way into the stomach, and immediately made people feel refreshed all over.

Originally, Han Cheng just wanted to take a bite first to taste the taste, but after taking this bite, he couldn't stop immediately.

Dazed finished the bowl of jelly in one breath, and then stopped.

Letting out a breath, he felt comfortable all over, even this uncomfortable Qiuhu didn't seem to have such great power anymore.

"Gudong!"

"Gudong!"

There was a sound of swallowing saliva all around.

Seeing Han Cheng, who has always had a big mouth, finish such a large bowl of jelly in one breath, and showed a look of enjoyment. The people around had already seen the jelly as too good-looking, and couldn't bear the thought of mouthing it. Throwing it thousands of miles away.

At this moment, they just want to try this new food as soon as possible.

As for things such as being too hot and making people not want to eat, under the impact of this new food, they disappeared without a trace.

Han Cheng put down the bowl, wiped his mouth to signal everyone not to worry, everyone can eat, then picked up a clean bowl, scooped up a bowl full of jelly, and prepared to give it to Wu.

As a result, something unexpected happened to Han Cheng. In the past, whenever Han Cheng got something new, Wu, who would come to Han Cheng's side, was not by his side this time.

Han Cheng looked around, but he didn't see Wu's figure, but he found Wu's special hand warming treasure circle.

After asking Yuan, Han Cheng knew that Wu was staying in the cave used as a storage room.

This somewhat abnormal incident caused Han Cheng to feel a little worried. After explaining that everyone had eaten jelly as usual, Han Cheng walked towards the cave with the jelly in his hand and chopsticks.

The temperature inside the cave is a little lower than outside, so it's really good to cool off.

Wu was sitting on a rock at this time, holding a cattail fan in his hand and fanning it slowly up and down, looking weak and preoccupied.

Part of his preoccupation was due to the hot weather, and partly because he realized that he was getting older and might not live long.

The mixture of the two made Wu even lose his appetite.

The more he lost his appetite, the more uncomfortable Wu felt.

Because in his understanding, if he couldn't eat food, it meant that he couldn't become a person.

This is also the main reason why Wu sat alone in the cave, knowing that the son of God was making new food today, and did not go to help and watch.

"Wu, eat jelly."

Han Cheng walked in and saw the Wu who was sitting on the stone and looked a little sluggish and said aloud.

Han Cheng didn't say that eating food was okay, but at the mention of food at this time, Wu, who was already disgusted in his heart, thought of the steaming steaming rice that burned his hands when he picked it up, and burned his mouth when he ate it. After a while of ups and downs, the whole person bowed and retched.

"witch!"

Han Cheng, who watched this scene, was shocked. He hurriedly put the bowl aside and walked over quickly, stretched out a hand and patted Wu's back slowly.

After doing this for a while, Wu finally recovered.

"Wu, what's wrong with you?"

Han Chengman asked worriedly. There was already sweat on his forehead, but when he was frightened by Wu's state, another layer of sweat broke out immediately.

"Son of God, I...I'm going to die."

Wu who straightened up looked at Han Cheng and said sadly and weakly.

As soon as these words came out, Han Cheng's heart beat violently. After a short pause, it started beating non-stop like a drum. His legs and feet were a little weak, and he couldn't stand stably. He almost fell to the ground.

Looking at Wu, Han Cheng felt dizzy all over.

This...how is this possible! How can you say that you will die if you die!

In the whole tribe, Wu is the person Han Cheng respects the most, the kind who is regarded as an elder.

Han Cheng just wants this old man who is getting more and more childish to be able to accompany him and the tribe to live like this all the time.

To watch the minors in the tribe grow up, to watch the tribe become better little by little with the efforts of everyone, why is it suddenly dying now?

While dizzy, Han Cheng's nose was also sore uncontrollably, and he felt the urge to burst into tears.

Wu, who was sitting on the stone, stretched out his hand to support Han Cheng who was shaking, and let Han Cheng sit side by side on the stone with him.

"Wu, you...how are you?"

With Wu's support, Han Cheng, who was sitting tremblingly on the stone, watched Wu ask, his voice was trembling, his throat was so dry, and tears were dripping down uncontrollably.

Wu didn't expect that Shenzi would have such a big reaction after learning the news that he was going to die.

After a short period of discomfort, being infected by such an atmosphere, and thinking that he would never see these things again, Wu's heart became even more sad, and tears fell from his cloudy eyes.

"I...I'm old, and...I can't eat food..."

After a while like this, Wu Cai said in a particularly sad manner.

"Don't worry Wu..."

After hearing Wu's explanation, tears welled up in Han Cheng's eyes, and he opened his mouth to comfort Wu, but after half of the comfort, Han Cheng suddenly froze, and the next words were all stuck in his mouth. Throat, even forget to cry.

"Wu, what do you say about you?!"

After being stunned for a while, Han Cheng looked at the sad and tearful Wu sitting there, and hurriedly asked again.

"I... I'm old, I can't eat... I can't eat food, I can't eat... I can't eat food, I will die..."

Wu has been suppressed from yesterday to today's worries, his nostalgia for life and fear of death, and he was aroused by Han Cheng. At this time, he is in the middle of an explosion. At this time, he is even more sad when he is asked by Han Cheng. .

old? Can't eat food? !

Is this the basis for your judgment that you are going to die? !

Han Cheng, who was no longer crying at all, felt like being electrocuted when he saw Wu sitting there who was about to burst into tears.

Are you as scary? Is there anyone who deceives people into tears like you?

Wu, you tricked me into crying, I haven't settled with you yet, but you are still crying here, won't your conscience hurt? !

Caught off guard by this unexpected answer, Han Cheng stood here, not knowing what to say to express his feelings.

I can't eat because the weather is too hot. There are too many people in the tribe who don't have a good appetite these days, so why are they getting involved?

Just to put it bluntly, a few days ago, I heard him messing around with Yuan Tin a few nights ago. It didn't make sense that it was going to die just after a few days.

"Wu, don't be sad, you're fine!"

Before, Han Cheng's half-sentence was still comforting, but now it has become a complete certainty.

After hearing Han Cheng's words, Wu, who was crying there, froze for a moment, and then cried even harder.

Shenzi must be lying to himself. He is the oldest in the tribe, and he can't even eat food. How could he be fine?

Seeing that Wu was crying even harder, Han Cheng felt very helpless. He didn't know how to persuade the crying old man.

At this moment, Han Cheng's eyes lit up as he glanced over the bowl of jelly that he put aside.

"Wu, don't cry, come and eat a bowl of my new jelly."

Han Cheng came to Wu with jelly and said aloud.

Wu, who was crying vigorously, felt disgusted again when he heard Han Cheng talk about food.

"I...don't eat,...don't eat..."

After Wu retched twice, he straightened up and waved his hands repeatedly.

"This food is different from the previous ones. It's very refreshing. I don't really want to eat these days. I just ate three bowls!"

Han Cheng said while showing aftertaste, in order to increase the credibility, he even exaggerated one bowl to three bowls.

There is no way, old children, old children, sometimes they have to be coaxed like children.

After Han Cheng's words came out, Wu who was shaking his hands was taken aback for a moment.

"real?"

Wu wiped away his old tears and looked at Han Cheng in a daze.

"of course it's true!"

Han Cheng said with great conviction, and moved the jelly bowl in his hand to Wu's side.

Wu just wanted to pick it up, but the result was another burst of disgust. After doing this twice, Wu gave up the idea of ​​eating.

"Wu, close your eyes, don't look, and take a bite first."

Han Cheng was also a little anxious watching from the sidelines, and felt a little worried for Wu.

Wu followed Han Cheng's advice and closed his eyes, and Han Cheng came to feed him with a bowl.

It's just that the witch who closed his eyes had a determination as if he would see death at home.

"Open your mouth," Han Cheng said.

Wu opened his mouth, and Han Cheng put a chopstick of jelly into Wu's mouth.

The jelly is cool and smooth in the mouth, with the sourness of vinegar, spicy and fragrant garlic.

Wu, who was already half nauseated, suddenly stopped feeling nauseated when he realized that the taste was indeed different from the food he usually eats.

He was stunned for a moment with his mouth half open, and then suddenly accelerated his chewing speed.

With three or two strokes, he swallowed the jelly in his mouth into his stomach.

The tightly closed eyes also opened, looking at the bowl in Han Cheng's hand and the jelly in the bowl did not feel disgusting anymore, but his eyes lit up, wishing to pounce on the delicious jelly in the bowl Eat them all in your stomach.

Seeing this, Han Cheng poked his chopsticks into Wu's mouth again.

After being fed by Han Cheng for two bites like this, Wu felt that eating like this was not satisfying, so he took the rice bowl from Han Cheng's hand, and kept pulling it into his mouth, reluctant to lift his head when eating.

The speed of eating is comparable to wind and clouds, and in just a moment, a large bowl of jelly is gone.

Such a fast eating speed should be possessed by an old man?

He was so fierce that even he was amazed and bowed down. Is this something that a person who can't eat enough to die can do?

"Wu, is this rice delicious?"

Han Cheng looked at Wu who finished a large bowl of jelly in one go, and asked with a sniff.

"Sweet! It's so fragrant!"

Wu sincerely praised.

Then he raised his neck and drank the remaining juice in the bowl. After smacking his lips, he looked at Han Cheng and asked expectantly, "Son of God, is there any more food?"