There is always some tranquility in the morning, giving people an indescribable sense of comfort.
On the river bank in front of the Qingque tribe, the water in the river flowed gurglingly.
After passing some artificially modified places, the water that traveled steadily fell down.
It hit the wooden leaves and splashed out a splash of water.
He also smashed this waterwheel-like thing and spun it around.
On the edge of the river, there is a thatched house built with thatch.
Inside the thatched hut, a large stone mill was rotating continuously, making a subtle sound unique to the rotation of the stone mill.
This is a water mill.
There is no donkey in the mill, and no one is grinding the mill there.
The power required for the rotation of the stone mill comes from the water outside.
The rotating stone grinder is no longer as young as before. Han Cheng holds a wooden ladle and slowly pours the wheat in the ladle into the grinding point.
At this time, Han Cheng can already be called an old man in this era.
Because at this time, he was already thirty-five years old.
Thirty-five years old is still a very young age in later generations.
If you are not married, you can still be casual.
But in today's era, among many tribes, people can actually live longer.
It's not that the life span of people in this era is so short, but that the various difficult living environments have caused too much damage to them.
At this moment, it is not too much to attribute Han Cheng to an old man.
Because next to him, a little girl with a red headband and braids was raising her head hard, looking at the white flour flowing from the cracks of the stone mill, and quietly wiping her saliva.
"Grandpa, grandpa, Xiaoya wants to eat steamed buns, big, big steamed buns!"
After watching this for a while, the little girl finally couldn't bear it anymore.
He walked forward, pulled Han Cheng's clothes, and said in a sweet voice.
When Han Cheng heard this, he stopped what he was doing and looked at the little girl with a smile on his face.
He knelt down, held the little girl in his arms, and kissed the little girl's face very affectionately.
"Okay, then grandpa will make steamed buns for Xiaoya in a moment. He will make big meat buns and make our little Ya chubby!"
"Dad, dad, I want to eat too, I also want to eat big meat buns!"
Perhaps because he saw the little girl's treatment, standing next to Han Cheng, a little boy who was a little younger than the little girl, also ran over and hugged Han Cheng's arm, with some anxiety and concern.
The sound of milk is milky.
Han Cheng also stretched out his other arm, took the little boy into his arms, and then stood up holding each other in his arms.
"I won't let you eat big meat buns! You always imitate others! If Xiaoya says you want to eat big meat buns, you should also say you want to eat big meat buns!"
The little girl looked a little unhappy, pouted, and used her chubby hands to push the little boy who was in Han Cheng's arms, who was smaller than her.
The little boy was pushed by the chubby little girl and immediately became unhappy. He curled up his mouth and wanted to cry.
"Dad, Xiaoya hit me!"
He curled his lips and complained to Han Cheng, feeling aggrieved.
"Xiaoya, please don't hit anyone. This is your uncle. How can you hit your uncle?"
Han Cheng spoke up to educate the little girl.
The little boy also said: "I am an uncle. I have never hit Xiaoya, but Xiaoya always hits me."
Seeing that Han Cheng, a grandfather, had spoken, and the little boy opposite him, who was younger than himself but was his uncle, also said the same thing, little Fatty Nier hesitated for a moment and said, "Uncle, I'm sorry.
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Children's thoughts are so simple. The little boy who felt aggrieved just now suddenly became happy again after hearing Xiaoya's apology.
When Han Cheng saw this, he put the two little guys down.
"You guys are playing here, don't fight. I'm going to keep grinding the flour. If I don't grind it out, none of you will be able to make big buns."
Hearing what Han Cheng said, the two little guys immediately nodded obediently, saying that they would definitely be obedient.
Little Fatty Ni'er is Little Wandou's eldest daughter.
The time at this time was the twenty-seventh year of Qingque. According to the calculation of later generations, Xiao Wandou was indeed not too old.
But in today's era, it has long been possible to marry a wife and have children.
As for the little boy on the side, he is the fifth son of Han Cheng and Bai Xuemei.
In this era, there weren't many measures, and Han Cheng himself didn't mind having too many children, so he didn't deliberately control them.
In addition, he and Bai Xuemei are both in their thirties, still young, so it is not surprising that his son is younger than his eldest son's daughter.
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In later generations, this situation has become unimaginable to people of Han Cheng's generation and younger people, but among the older generation, this situation is not uncommon.
It is not unusual at all for a mother-in-law and her daughter-in-law to undergo confinement together.
It is not impossible for the eldest niece to coax the younger uncle instead.
At this time, in the era that Han Cheng lived in, people generally found spouses very early. In addition, after Han Cheng's arrival, the living standards and medical facilities in the tribe have undergone a very significant change. People's life span
It has been greatly extended. The current situation is very normal and common.
It's just that when these two little guys are together, they are prone to conflicts sometimes, which makes people feel a headache.
If the two little guys don't make trouble, they are still very cute.
The stone mill continued to rotate, crushing all the wheat that Han Cheng sent in.
When there was a lot of wheat crushed around the stone mill, Han Cheng shoveled the flour and bran mixture into a special small sieve to sift the dough.
This small sieve is specially made and has very fine holes. If it is not fine enough, it will not be able to separate the flour and bran well.
As Han Cheng sifted, the white flour leaked from the small sieve and fell into the large dustpan below.
The two little guys gathered around again at this time, squatting not far away and watching, with curiosity flashing in their eyes.
After a busy morning, Han Chengcheng left the mill with two little guys and a bag of noodles.
It is early summer at this time, and the sun has become relatively hot.
Han Cheng, who was pushing a bag of noodles in a trolley, looked into the distance and saw patches of golden yellow.
Among this golden color, there is also a lot of green mixed in.
These golden wheat are the wheat that was planted years ago. It has reached maturity and is ready for harvest.
As for those green ones, they are the millet in the tribe.
At this time, it had been five years since the tribe had obtained wheat seeds.
After five years of reproduction, the planting area of wheat has exceeded the planting area of millet.
This is something that is bound to happen.
On the one hand, this is because the yield of wheat exceeds that of millet.
Another more important reason is that after the wheat was ground into flour, Han Cheng, the divine son of the Qingque tribe, came up with new tricks.
Soft white steamed buns, stuffed buns, ear-shaped dumplings, wontons with less filling and more skin, scallion pancakes, pot helmets, thousand-layer pancakes, as well as braised noodles, ramen noodles, shaved noodles, covered noodles, noodles, etc.
Various forms of noodles...
This variety of new ways to eat it immediately won over the taste buds of the Qingque tribe people.
At first, I thought millet was very delicious, but after seeing the various kinds of food Shenzi made from flour, when I ate millet again, I felt that it didn't taste that good anymore.
Compared with the dry millet rice that I have eaten for many years, it is really far behind the various pasta products.
The emergence of wheat is simply a blessing to the people of the Qingque tribe.
Before this, they had never thought that a single crop could be made into so many varieties.
Moreover, everything is so delicious.
No matter how much you eat, you can never get enough.
This is the charm of pasta.
Because you can eat it in countless ways, you can switch to another one before you get tired of it.
So it can be eaten for a long time.
After the emergence of pasta, people in the tribe ate dry millet rice less frequently.
Most of the millet is used to make porridge.
But even if it is used to make porridge, flour can also play a role.
Boil the water, then pour the flour that has been mixed with cold water into the pot, and bring it to a boil to make porridge.
If you cook the porridge over fire for a while, it will have a slightly wheaty aroma when you drink it.
The thicker one is called paste.
In addition to these two soups, you can also use cold water to make some thick batter.
Use chopsticks to stir vigorously in the bowl until the noodles are strong. Then put the noodles that have been stirred very chewy into a pot of boiling water. Stir them with chopsticks. After they are cooked, add them in.
Top it with some opened frangipani flowers, and a steaming bowl of gnocchi is ready.
Nutritious and delicious, it will keep you hungry.
It can be predicted that after things like wheat appeared and Han Cheng, a northerner from later generations, showed off his skills in a variety of ways to eat them, millet was the early development of the Qingque tribe.
, crops that have played a great role will have less and less planting area.
People will eat less and less, and Datou will instead feed the chickens and ducks raised by the tribe...
When Han Cheng returned to the tribe with the two little guys, Xuemei Bai, Xiao Wandou's spouse, and Xiao Xing'er had already prepared food.
Just wait for Han Cheng to come back and eat together.
Han Cheng put the flour in the bag into the noodle vat to prevent moisture from returning.
I took the two little guys with me, went to the edge to clean up, reached out and picked up a brick-sized white flour bun, and brought a large bowl of stir-fried vegetables. Instead of sitting on the pillar, I squatted on the threshold.
Leaning against the doorframe, he started eating in a sluggish way.
I just feel that my whole life has become complete...
After eating, Han Cheng put the empty bowls and chopsticks back on the table, then walked out with a hoe.
Not far from the tribe, we stopped on a piece of land.
This is a field.
It's just that what is grown in this field is not wheat or millet.
The fields are not flat, but ditched.
The soil that had been dug up by someone was now covered with green vines.
These vines are sweet potato vines.
Last year, Xiong Youpi and others brought it back from overseas.
After seeing these sweet potatoes, Han Cheng immediately had people dig deep sweet potato cellars outside the tribe to store them.
In the spring of this year, take out the preserved sweet potatoes, cover them with soft sand, keep them warm and water them.
After all the sweet potatoes have sprouted, pull out the sprouts and plant them on top of the prepared soil.
The distance between each sweet potato bud is about 25 centimeters.
If cultivated in this way, many buds can sprout from one sweet potato, and many can be grown.
The early sweet potatoes planted at this time are also called spring sweet potatoes.
The wheat in the tribe is being harvested. After a part of the harvest is harvested, Han Cheng will have people plow a part of the harvested wheat field into such a furrow, which will also be used to plant sweet potatoes.
By that time, there is no need to plant sweet potato sprouts anymore. You only need to use scissors to cut some sweet potato vines from the already grown sweet potato vines, and then on a rainy day, insert them into the soil.
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Han Cheng came here with a hoe and began to insert the handle of the hoe under the sweet potato vines and turn over the sweet potato vines.
After turning over, use a hoe to remove the grass between these ditches.
The purpose of this is, on the one hand, to provide moisture and remove weeds so that these grasses cannot compete for nutrients.
Another reason is that the small roots growing out of these sweet potato vines that are attached to the ground are broken.
Otherwise, later on, the roots growing on these vines will also bear small sweet potatoes.
This will greatly disperse the nutrients on the main root of the sweet potato and make the sweet potatoes under the main root smaller.
Xiong Youpi and others went to sea again.
Calculating the time and distance, these people are almost on the big island in the south at this time.
After tasting the sweetness, they said that this time they must bring back potatoes and corn, two high-yielding items, and plant them on their own tribal land.
Xiao Wandou, who is already the father of two children, is not in the main tribe either.
But after his son was born last year, he followed the southbound team to the south. By this time, he should have been at the starting point of the residential area.
As of now, the total population of the Qingque tribe has exceeded 30,000.
As the Qingque tribe continues to develop and grow, the tribe's population continues to increase, and the number of babies born every year continues to increase.
The adsorption ability for other tribesmen is also constantly strengthening.
In the past few years, the number of outsiders joining the Qingque tribe for various reasons has exceeded 2,000 every year.
Last year, it even exceeded 3,000!
The increase in tribal population is like a snowball.
As the son of God in the tribe, Han Cheng was of course very happy when faced with such a scene.
Just when Han Cheng was digging the sweet potato vines here, some movement came.
He stopped and looked towards the western sky. He saw something quite big floating towards this side from the western sky.
Han Cheng stood here and took a few glances, then a smile appeared on his face.
This is a hot air balloon made by this guy Shitou, carrying some people from the Tongshan residential area.
After so many years and tireless efforts, Shitou, who has had a dream of flying since he was a child, finally succeeded in flying into the sky and successfully created a hot air balloon with relatively complete performance that can carry people.
After Han Cheng stood here and watched for a while, he went on to dig up his sweet potato vines.
At this moment, as the stone that made the hot air balloon come out, he did not look at the hot air balloon he made.
After all, this thing has appeared in the tribe for two years.
He no longer felt much curiosity about this.
At this time, he was sitting next to a stove, staring at the kettle placed on the stove in a daze.
The water on the kettle has been boiled, and steam is constantly coming out.
The lid on the kettle kept moving because of the hot steam coming out. One side was lifted up and down, colliding with the mouth of the pot, making a snapping sound.
Shitou was fascinated by this scene...
After doing this for a while, Shitou stood up from his seat, poured out the boiling water in the pot, and then ran all the way to find the Son of God.
Because just now, a bold idea appeared in his mind.
Now he wants to find the Son of God to discuss his bold idea...
