Chapter 1150: Tourism in the Primitive Age (2 in 1)
"Dad, it's delicious! It's delicious!"
After taking a mouthful of yogurt, Little Peas praised her like a barrage of praises.
Listening to his son's cheerful voice, and looking at the greedy little Myolie eating next to him, Han Cheng couldn't help but smile, and his whole person was filled with a sense of accomplishment.
Many times, cooking food for others is also a kind of happiness.
Of course, the premise is that the people who eat the food you cook must eat happily. If they stop eating after two bites and make all kinds of complaints, then they really don’t have any happiness at all. Instead, they want you to pick up the cooking spoon.
He had a pimple on his head.
"Dad, you eat!"
Xiao Wandou scooped up a big spoonful of yogurt from the bowl and tiptoed to feed Han Cheng.
"Dad, eat~."
After seeing her brother's actions, little Myolie imitated her brother's example and scooped up a large spoonful of yogurt from her own bowl. She also stood on tiptoe and called Han Cheng, the father, to eat the yogurt.
This kind of behavior greatly moved the old father Han Cheng.
However, after seeing the yogurt that looked like white beards around the two children's mouths, Han Cheng still couldn't bring himself to accept the strong filial piety from the children.
"Dad has eaten. If dad doesn't eat, you can eat."
Han Cheng said with a smile.
"Dad lied. Dad didn't eat it. Dad, please eat some. It's delicious."
The little pea was too big to be fooled, so he said this aloud.
"Dad is lying..."
Little Myolie imitated Little Wandou and said loudly.
"Dad has really eaten it. If you eat it, Dad doesn't want to eat it."
Han Cheng continued to decline.
Xiao Wandou already understood a lot of things. When he saw Han Cheng, a father, refusing, his eyes became misty.
It’s really not easy for dad. After making delicious food, he can’t bear to eat it himself. He only feeds it to a few people. Dad is really working hard!
Thinking so deeply in her heart, Xiao Wandou became even more determined.
Dad must eat some of this good stuff!
"Dad, you eat, you eat..."
Faced with such attentive concessions from the two children, Han Cheng could not resist in the end.
In the end, each of them could only take a bite from their spoons. Then the two little guys gave up and began to eat the yogurt in the bowl seriously.
Han Cheng felt the taste of yogurt in his mouth, and his heart felt mixed for a while.
Although this yogurt tastes cruel, it makes people feel very comfortable after eating it.
Han Cheng picked up another bowl and filled out a bowl. This was for Bai Xuemei, the child bride.
After taking out the bowl, there wasn't much left in the basin.
Han Cheng originally wanted to give all the rest to the Xiaowou brothers and sisters.
When I looked up, I found several more children not far away, pointing their fingers, looking eagerly at the place.
Han Chenggong stopped what he was about to do, took out a few bowls and placed them on the edge of the pot, evenly distributed the remaining yogurt in the basin among the bowls, and took out a spoon and placed them on the edge of the pot.
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"Come and eat."
Han Cheng greeted them with a smile.
After hearing Han Cheng's greeting, the children ran over.
Then one by one, bowls of yogurt were taken out of Han Cheng's hands. After bowing to Han Cheng, they began to eat aside.
The little ones who ate the yogurt that they had never tasted before couldn't help but marvel.
As soon as these little ones were accommodated, more little ones came over.
Han Cheng was also a little helpless.
I didn’t make much yogurt this time, not a big pot.
No matter how you divide it, it is impossible for all the children in the tribe to eat it.
"No, I will make less this time. I will make more later and let you all have yogurt tomorrow morning!"
Han Cheng said this to these children.
The children in the tribe were still very well-behaved. After hearing what Han Cheng said, they left in a sensible manner.
Han Cheng went to find Bai Xuemei with the last bowl of yogurt specially reserved for Bai Xuemei.
This bowl of yogurt was specially reserved for Bai Xuemei and would not be given to anyone else.
If the rest of the people want to eat it, they can only wait until next time and cannot have the idea of this bowl of yogurt.
This is Han Cheng's principle.
"Taste this."
Han Cheng said with a smile, and took his youngest son from Bai Xuemei's arms.
"Is this yogurt?"
Bai Xuemei said happily.
"Um."
“So delicious!”
Bai Xuemei likes to eat sour food, and this sour yogurt is very suitable for her taste.
After taking one sip, I immediately smiled and rolled my eyes, and couldn't help but sigh out loud.
Saying this, he scooped a spoonful of yogurt from the bowl and fed it to Han Cheng.
Han Cheng disliked the food his child fed, but he didn't dislike the food his mother fed him at all.
He opened his mouth and ate it directly.
The two of them just ate each bite one by one.
The youngest son Huangdou, who was being held by Han Cheng, stared with dark eyes, watching his parents show off their affection here.
After a while, I don't know if he was disgusted by his parents' behavior, but the little guy opened his mouth and spit out the milk he had eaten...
Seeing this scene, Han Cheng felt that the yogurt in the bowl suddenly lost its aroma.
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Like other foods made by Han Cheng before, the yogurt that appeared for the first time among the Qingque tribe quickly caused a sensation.
Especially among children.
The tribe now feeds more deer, sheep and other livestock, which means more milk is produced.
Yesterday, Han Cheng took a long time to express milk, so there wasn't much milk. In the morning, there was more milk.
Han Cheng gave instructions to the people in the tribe, asking them to keep the milk squeezed out today and not drink it directly after heating it, but make it into yogurt...
In the kitchen, basins of raw milk are poured into a pot and heated. After heating, the fermentation soaked in water begins to be put in for production.
When Han Cheng was making it, there were many people watching.
After Han Cheng made a pot, he asked some people inside to make it like he just did.
These people are all cooks in the tribe.
After they learn it, in the days to come, the tribe will be able to eat yogurt without Han Cheng having to do anything.
Han Cheng's promise was fulfilled ahead of schedule.
Originally, he told the children in the tribe to wait until tomorrow to eat yogurt, but because he started making it after breakfast in the morning, by the evening, the yogurt covered in the pot had already been made.
Small bowls of yogurt were taken out of the basin and distributed to the people in the tribe. The children were very happy after eating, and the entire Qingque tribe was filled with laughter and laughter.
At this point, the Qingque Tribe once again has a popular drink...
"Is anyone going to play in Tongshan Residential Area?!"
In the room, Han Cheng looked at Xiao Wandou, and Xiao Xing'er asked in a pretentious and mysterious manner.
"Dad, I want to go, I want to go!"
Little Pea shouted with joy.
"Dad, I have to go~"
Little Myolie also cried out like milk.
"Everyone go, everyone go!"
Han Cheng said to the two little guys with a smile.
"Take your mother and brother with you."
Han Cheng turned to look at Bai Xuemei and said with a smile.
Bai Xuemei showed a bright smile.
Going to the Tongshan residential area was something Han Cheng had already decided on the road.
The Tongshan residential area is an integral part of the tribe and plays an extremely important role in the entire Qingque tribe residential area.
He hadn't been back for a long time. This time he came back from the south and wanted to visit the Tongshan residential area.
First, you can take a look at what the Tongshan residential area looks like now.
Secondly, you can take a look and give some suggestions.
Thirdly, it can help people living in Tongshan residential area communicate well and cultivate their feelings.
Fourth, you can take Bai Xuemei and others for a nice walk along the Bronze Expressway, have some fun, relax and change your mood.
Under Han Cheng's arrangement, a fun-like itinerary quickly started.
The morning breeze in late spring and early summer floats slightly, bringing out a sense of coolness, and the green bird in the morning is still moist with morning dew.
"Moo~!"
The cow pulling the cart raised its head and screamed loudly, and some hot white gas came out of its open mouth.
"ha!"
Han Cheng held the rope tied to the cow's nose through the nose ring, shook it slightly vigorously, shouted like this, and gave the order to the cow to move forward.
As he walked forward, shouted and pulled, the cow he was leading also took steps forward.
As it walked, the bullock cart held on its neck also moved.
A layer of straw mat made of woven reeds was laid on top of the oxcart.
Behind the car body, there is a wooden board as high as the car body to block it.
Prevent people from sliding towards the back.
Against this board, there are some jars, jars, and some packages and other things.
These are snacks and other food prepared by Han Cheng to be eaten on the road.
Sitting in the car were Bai Xuemei, who was holding her youngest son, as well as Xiao Wandou and Xiao Xing'er.
Fu put the already lazy guy on the cart and let the cow pull it along.
On its back lay a little guy covered in fiery red, yawning lazily.
This was obtained from the now-defunct Red Tiger Tribe, and was named Fuxing by Han Cheng.
Behind Han Cheng's ox cart, there is another ox cart.
This bullock cart was also covered with reed mats and some food was placed on it.
It's just that the person sitting on it is different from the person in the car in front.
The person sitting in the car behind was a witch, and there was Yuan with a big belly.
The person leading the ox cart forward is the next shaman, Shitou.
Behind them were some people with weapons.
In the morning light, Han Cheng led the cow and left the tribe.
The oxcart rolled along the road paved with stone slabs, rolling forward all the way.
After walking a short distance forward, the ox cart drove onto the Bronze Expressway.
Han Cheng can be regarded as driving a bullock cart at high speed.
After driving onto the Bronze Expressway, the road becomes easier to navigate. You only need to follow the main road all the way to the west without too much towing.
So Han Chenggong stretched the reins of the ox in his hand, held the rope himself, and sat on the ox cart.
The place where he sat was on the left side in front of the bullock cart, near the shaft on the left.
One of his legs was knocked on the shaft of the car, and the other was hanging on the side of the car, with his feet about twenty centimeters from the ground.
The old god was sitting there, looking like a very experienced mastermind.
What if Han Cheng coiled the reins of the cow he was holding around the two horns on the cow's head, put a black or gray coat stained with dust on his body, and held a pipe with a pipe in his mouth?
As for the cigarette rod, it is more like a very experienced master.
The bullock cart moved slowly and leisurely along the Bronze Expressway, and the scenery on both sides moved slowly.
Looking around, there is a green patch of green on both sides of the road, like a blanket split by the road in the middle, extending into the distance.
This is the millet grown by the tribe.
With the continuous management and construction over the years, more and more fields have been opened up by the Qingque Lord Tribe.
The part of the Bronze Expressway close to the main tribe, three miles away from the Bronze Expressway, has been cultivated into farmland and planted with crops.
Han Cheng's decision to build the Bronze Expressway was a very wise thing.
After the construction of the Qingtong Expressway, it not only strengthened the connection between the main tribe and the Tongshan residential area, but also accelerated the development of the areas on both sides of the road due to the convenient transportation.
Sitting on the oxcart were little Myolie and Little Wandou, looking at the scenery on both sides with joy.
Little Wandou is a restless person.
After doing this for a while, get off the cart and follow the cart.
As for little Myolie, she was lying on the car, looking down through the gap in the car panel.
Look at the grass, stones and other things passing by below, and look at them very carefully.
Bai Xuemei, who put her sleeping son in the baby in the car, looked at the fresh scenery around her, then looked at several children, and Brother Cheng who was driving the car, her whole body and mind
They all became extremely happy.
Wu, who was sitting in the car behind, looked at the many crops on both sides of the road and smiled from ear to ear.
The oxcart kept moving along the Bronze Highway, leaving behind laughter along the way.
The oxcart gradually went further and further away, and finally disappeared on the road that also narrowed...
“#￥w@#4……”
In a place far away from the Qingque tribe, someone was talking loudly like this.
The speaker was a man with disheveled hair and many scars on his body and face.
His right shoulder tilted downward slightly, and the prey he was holding on his shoulder slipped to the ground and formed a pile.
After hearing his voice and seeing the prey on the ground, the people here immediately burst into cheers.
People are more active in doing things.
Those who were using mud, stones and other things to build the wall couldn't help but speed up their movements.
The man looked at the scene in front of him with a smile on his face.
On the unshaven face, one can vaguely see the appearance of the leader of the Red Tiger Tribe...
