Chapter 865: Two Useful Crops

This conspicuous plant has long and narrow leaves, similar to the leaves of corn.

However, there is a big difference. It is much narrower than corn leaves, and more similar to sorghum, which is called Shushu in Han Cheng's later hometown.

But there are still many differences with the sorghum in Han Cheng's memory, but it is more similar to another thing he is familiar with.

This kind of thing is called sweet millet stalk in them.

The so-called sweet millet stalk is a kind of sugar cane similar to the south, but it has many different things from sugar cane.

In terms of the climate where it grows, things like sweet millet stalks grow in relatively northerly places, and do not require as much heat and water as sugar cane.

In addition, the sections of sweet millet stalks are very long, and each section can be compared to two or three sections of sugarcane.

But it is much thinner than sugar cane.

The difference in shape between the two is very similar to the difference between corn stalks and sorghum stalks.

Moreover, sugarcane is generally purple-skinned or red-skinned, while sweet millet stalks are basically green-skinned.

When Han Cheng was a child, sweet millet stalks were definitely a very attractive thing, especially for children.

If there is a place to meet, go to the theater with the adults all the way, and if you can eat a piece of sweet millet, you will be very happy.

However, like most rural children at that time, what Han Cheng ate the most was not the sweet corn stalks that cost money to buy, but the small corn stalks that hadn't grown up, following the adults who hoeed or mowed the grass.

In the cornfields, there will always be a lot of corn that has not grown due to various factors, and is generally only as thick as an adult's little finger.

Even if such corn stalks are full of corn, they are only a little bit big.

However, compared with those strong corn stalks, the unopened corn stalks are sweeter, especially the part from the root to the corn.

So it is often cut off by adults with a sickle, and the leaves on it are removed, leaving only the stalks for the following children to eat as sweet millet stalks.

Not to mention, this is really a good thing to coax children.

At least Han Cheng himself was never coaxed by his family with such things when he was a child.

Cut off five or seven corn stalks with a sickle, and put Han Cheng and the thin corn stalks in the shade on the ground, and the adults began to hoe the ground wearing straw hats.

As for Han Cheng, he would never make trouble until he finished eating the corn stalks.

After all, children in that era had an extraordinary desire for sweetness, and this kind of small corn stalks were more enjoyable than white hairy grass roots.

At this time, Han Cheng was naturally happy to see this kind of thing that looked very similar to the sweet millet stalk in his memory.

If this kind of thing is really sweet millet stalks, it means that my tribe will have a very delicious snack in the future.

This is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that the juice of this sweet millet stalk can be used to boil sugar.

The candy made with this kind of thing must taste more pure than the fruit candy he made with fruit.

More importantly, the yield of this kind of thing must be much higher than that of fruit sugar.

If you want to know whether this kind of thing is the sweet millet stalk in your memory, it is not easy to determine just by looking at the similar appearance. The most direct and effective way is to use your teeth to identify it.

Just like how to tell if a chicken is young.

So Han Chengcheng took a sickle from the person accompanying him, and made a move on the thicker one at the edge that looked like a sweet millet stalk.

After cutting it off, use a sickle to cut off the shoots that have not yet grown on it, and then remove the leaves that grow on it, and use the sickle to scrape up and down the remaining stems, leaving a layer of hoarfrost on the surface. They all fell to the ground in rolls.

The action is very skillful.

After it's done, I can't wait to bring the root end to my mouth, and bite off a piece of skin with my teeth.

After a while, the bottom section has been peeled off by Han Cheng.

Bite down for a while and chew slowly, and there is also some sweetness spreading in the mouth.

However, this kind of sweetness is very light, the taste is not good, it seems a bit difficult to chew, and there are more residues and less juice.

Moreover, this kind of sweetness is not very authentic, with some green taste.

Such a situation is within Han Cheng's acceptance range.

After all, the sweet millet stalks planted by later generations were the result of years and generations of domestication. The ones he encountered now were still the ones that grew wildly in the primitive era.

Moreover, now is not a good time to produce sweet millet stalks. Generally, these will not fully grow until autumn.

The one I bought just now can only be regarded as a seedling that has just opened, and it is already very good to have a little sweet taste.

As for the not-so-good green taste, it is also a very normal phenomenon.

Looking at the original version of sweet millet stalks in front of him, and feeling the taste in his mouth, Han Cheng had a smile on his face. It was really unexpected for him to be able to meet such things as sweet millet stalks here. Expected surprise.

It's something I didn't think about at all.

In later generations, Han Cheng didn't know whether there was such a thing as sweet millet stalk in the Sichuan Basin.

But it is not known how many years have passed since later generations, and it is not uncommon for some situations like this to occur.

"God, what is this?"

When the followers saw their God Son take a bite of something they hadn't seen before, they looked like they couldn't hold back their laughter, and they couldn't help asking.

There are even quite a few people whose heartbeats can't help but think that what their god son is eating now is the rice that has an extremely important role that he told them not long ago.

"This is sweet millet stalk! It tastes very sweet when ripe, and can be used to boil sugar, which is sweeter than fruit sugar.

You can still eat it raw, just like I did just now, but if you eat too much, it is easy to grind out blood blisters in your mouth. "

Han Cheng raised the immature sweet millet stalk in his hand, which had already been brutally murdered by him, and said to everyone with a smile.

After hearing that this kind of thing is not rice, the people in the tribe couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but after learning about the purpose of sweet millet stalks from Han Cheng, everyone's little disappointment disappeared immediately, and all of them turned into Thick surprise.

Compared with people in later generations, people living in this era are more difficult to refuse sweetness. After all, before Han Cheng made fruit candy, the people in the tribe had never eaten real candy at all.

Can only experience sweetness from some fruits.

And those who have eaten fruit candies are impressed by the goodness of the candies. The sweet taste seems to be able to sweeten from the mouth to the heart.

Now, hearing their god son say that this kind of thing called sweet millet stalk can actually cook candy that is sweeter than fruit candy, they are naturally very excited.

Looking at this piece of sugarcane, green light will appear in each of the eyes.

A gust of wind blew by, and the sweet millet stalks shook, and the leaves of each other collided with each other, making a 'rustle' sound, as if feeling the murderous intent from a group of foodies, trembling there.

Regardless of whether it was trembling or not, these people followed Han Cheng's example, cut off some with a sickle, peeled off the outer skin with their teeth, and began to eat.

"Eat less, just two bites per person."

Han Cheng said to everyone at the right time.

Although he has basically confirmed that this kind of thing is sweet millet stalks, but it is not yet autumn, there is still a certain chance of mistaking it.

There is always nothing wrong with being careful.

Of course, everyone listened to Han Cheng's words very much. Although some people wanted to eat more, after hearing what Han Cheng said, they stopped eating.

But the last bite that the second senior brother took was so big that it almost couldn't turn over in his mouth.

The unexpected appearance of sweet millet poles suddenly made the atmosphere of the team lively. Everyone looked at these sweet millet poles here for a while, and after erecting two poles to make this place look more conspicuous, after Han Cheng Under his leadership, he walked downstream for a certain distance, and then began to cross this swamp-like area to the east.

While walking, Han Cheng looked at the surrounding plants, trying to find traces of rice.

There is a saying, "Fu Wushuang is here today, and misfortunes never come singly." This sentence is very suitable for the Qingque tribe headed by Han today.

Together with everyone, but after walking a short distance inside, Han Chengcheng saw something that surprised him!

About seven or eight meters away from him, there is a patch of plants growing. These plants are green all over, and the leaves also look a little narrow and long, but they are much smaller than the leaves of the sweet millet stalk that I saw not long ago.

Moreover, unlike many grass plants that crawl on the water or live on the ground, these plants are relatively tall and grow upright towards the top.

It is very similar to the rice that Han Chengxin misses.

"Stop!"

Han Cheng shouted to everyone, his voice trembling involuntarily.

After hearing Han Cheng's voice, everyone stopped and turned their attention to Han Cheng.

After seeing their son of god staring at a plant not far away, looking extremely excited, everyone became excited all of a sudden, and some people's hearts couldn't help beating violently again.

The second senior brother even felt that his mouth was a little dry and his breathing was a little short.

Shi Shi, who was not far away from Han Cheng, had already fixed his eyes on the plant not far away, and his heart was beating non-stop, like a drum beating.

"God... Son of God, is this... is this water... rice?"

Stone stretched out his hand to wipe some clear water and snot that flowed out involuntarily because of being too excited, and he stuttered a bit when he spoke.

"I... I'm not... not sure!"

Han Cheng, who also stuttered, replied like this.

Fortunately, Han Cheng who spoke like this just now, if it was someone else, many people in the tribe would not be able to help but complain.

What the hell? You don't know if it's true, why are you so excited?

Han Cheng really didn't talk nonsense here, he really wasn't sure if the things in front of him were rice.

The best time to identify something like rice is after the ears of grain grow, there are blooming or heavy ears of grain, and it is easy to distinguish it from other similar weeds.

Of course, if it is a seedling that has been neatly inserted in the paddy field in later generations, even if it has just been inserted, people can easily distinguish it from other things. Grass.

There are many weeds that resemble seedlings. For example, barnyardgrass in "Grain and Echinacea", which looks very similar to rice when it is young, is easy to be confused.

In the hometown where Han Cheng's descendants live, the main crops are wheat, corn, peanuts, soybeans, etc., which are basically dry land. Only a small amount of paddy fields can be found under the small earth dam that is blocked.

When I was young, I would plant some rice every year in a little paddy field allocated by each family, and eat it by myself after harvesting.

When it gets larger, these paddy fields are basically barren, and no one grows rice anymore, not even soybeans.

So to be honest, he is far less familiar with rice and other crops such as wheat.

At this time, it's normal for me to be foolishly unable to tell whether the rice that appears in front of my eyes is the rice I have been thinking about, or some weeds similar to rice.

"Go and have a look."

Han Cheng said so, and started to walk towards the suspected rice plant with the rest of the people.

Stopping in front of this plant, Han Cheng began to look down at these plants carefully.

It looks very similar to the rice in my memory, but at the same time, it feels like some weeds similar to rice that I have seen.

After struggling like this for a while, Han Cheng's eyes lit up when he saw the dry grass stalks lying in the water, or the dry grass stalks standing there without falling down.

Because on some dry grass stems, there are still some stalks after fringing.

But basically there are no fruits.

It has been almost half a year since last autumn. Under the wind, sun and rain, many ripe fruits have fallen into the water.

These new, rice-like things are the testimony.

As for those who are more nostalgic and stay in the mother's arms and are unwilling to leave the fruit, they basically enter the belly of the bird.

Judging from the mud and the droppings of the birds on the grass blades, it is known that these birds often come here to enjoy the autumn wind.

But the autumn wind of birds is still inferior to that of humans.

Just like now.

"See if there are no seeds on it yet!"

Han Cheng said to the people around him, while he himself stretched out his hands and began to grope for a dry grass ear in front of him. After receiving the order, the others followed his example and faced the dried grass stem I moved my hands.

During this process, everyone was very careful, trying not to step on these rice plants, just as they used to be careful when weeding crops in the tribal fields.

"Son of God! Here are some!"

After a while, a person shouted excitedly and spread out his callused palm.

In the palm of his hand, there are several small fruits.

"Bring it here and let me see!"

After hearing such a voice, Han Cheng's heart jumped violently, and he suddenly raised his head to look at the palm of the man. After looking at it, his whole heart couldn't help beating violently again, boom It was pounding like a drum, and the whole person was so excited that he couldn't control himself.

The rest of the people who heard that person's words also raised their heads suddenly at the same moment, and many surprises, expectations, and burning eyes focused on this person together.

And that person, because he found something that may be extremely important to the tribe, his face turned red with excitement, and his body was trembling involuntarily.

He couldn't wait to go towards where Han Cheng was, took a step and suddenly came to his senses, quickly closed his open palms, and clenched his fists tightly, for fear that if he was not careful, the fruits in his hands would be destroyed. It will be like flying away.

After Han Cheng said that sentence, he also walked towards this person. After a while, the two met.

"God, Son of God..."

The man spoke excitedly, and slowly spread out his tightly clenched palms, and at the same time put the other hand underneath, ready for protection.

As the Son of God, Han Cheng's state is no better than this person's, and he doesn't know where to put his excited hands.

It's not that he hasn't seen the world before, but because he can't finish eating rice that can be thrown away at will in later generations. In this era, it is of great significance to him and their tribe!

A new kind of food, but a food that has been proven by thousands of years or even longer history, is very important to a tribe, or an entire era.

He raised his hand, shook it vigorously again, calmed his hand a little, then carefully picked up a small fruit from the trembling palm of this man in the tribe, and placed it in front of his eyes carefully. sizing up.

The fruit is not big, and the two ends are somewhat pointed. Due to long-term exposure to wind and sun, the color appears a little black.

Even so, Han Cheng looked at it extremely obsessively, as if seeing the best scenery and the most precious treasure, with a foolish smile on his face.

After looking at it like this and giggling for a while, he pinched it with his fingers, then pinched it with his nails, and began to carefully peel off the outer hard shell.

Although I have said to myself countless times in my heart, as a person who came from later generations and has seen the world, and is also the son of God of the Qingque tribe, now I am just facing a small grain of rice. Excited?

You must be calm, and you must maintain a tall and mighty image in the hearts of everyone, and you cannot act like a bumpkin who has never seen the world.

But when he started peeling, his hands still couldn't help trembling slightly.

After doing this for a while, one of the two pointed fruits was peeled off by Han Cheng, revealing some white, and at the same time, some hazy and transparent colors.

Although Han Cheng had basically confirmed that it was rice when he saw the fruits held in the hands of the tribe, but at this moment when he peeled off the shells, he saw the familiarity of the fruits. After looking at a little strange color, I was completely relieved, and a kind of strong joy also flooded my heart.

Da Shenzi Han, who was as happy as if he had been stung by a fart, continued to move his hands. It didn't take long before all the outer shells of this fruit were peeled off.

A small fruit fell into the palm of his hand.

This is a small rice grain, irregular cylindrical shape, whitish in color, with a slightly translucent feel, not as good-looking as the polished rice bought in later generations, and not as big as the common rice grains in later generations, only about half the size, But Han Cheng was still delighted from ear to ear.

Because, this is a grain of rice!

After Han Cheng picked up a grain of millet from this man, the people who followed gathered around, stretching out their heads, staring at their god son's movements with burning eyes. When peeling the rice, their hearts all rose to their throats.

At this time, seeing the unusually beautiful fruit in Shenzi's hand, and seeing the bright smile on Shenzi's face as if he had eaten magpie droppings, everyone laughed foolishly.

Especially after remembering the various benefits of rice that Shenzi had said before, the smiles on everyone's faces became more intense.

"You peel."

Han Cheng picked up a few grains of rice from the person who found the rice, and gave one of the grains to this person again, and gave the other few grains to the second senior brother and junior brother Sha who were standing closer, and asked them to peel them together. , let them share this joy together.

The few people who were assigned the grains all imitated Han Cheng with excited expressions, and used their fingernails to peel off the chaff outside the grains. After a while, several similar grains of rice appeared in their respective hands.

Everyone carefully held it in their palms, put it in front of their eyes and looked at it carefully, only to find it extremely beautiful.

While watching, everyone didn't dare to vent their anger, fearing that they would lose this extremely precious thing.

A few grains of rice began to circulate in the hands of everyone, and everyone touched this new grain of great significance to the tribe with their own hands.

Finally, these few grains of rice returned to Han Cheng's hands.

Holding some of these grains of rice in his hands, he looked at the people in the tribe with silly smiles on their faces, and at the rice growing in front of him, some sparse and some dense. Han Cheng also smiled like a fool.

Under Han Cheng's signal, everyone touched the old rice that had not been touched before, looking for some rice that might have survived.

When doing this, everyone was cautious, for fear of stepping on these precious seedlings.

After some searching, Han Cheng and the others really found about a hundred more grains of rice with husks.

Marking this area where rice grows eye-catchingly, Han Cheng and his party in a very good mood continued to step on the muddy water and walked forward, leaving a line of marks.

In the process of going back, they found several paddy paddies growing in different sizes near the area where paddy rice was growing, and got some paddy paddy with husks.

But after getting far away from here, I never met again...

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