Under the order of the leader of the Green Tribe, the people of the Green Tribe took turns carrying the large dark vat outside, walking very quickly and cautiously.
After losing sight of the tall and weird "mountain wall" of the Qingque Tribe, he asked someone to put the vat down, stretched out his hands that were already dark and became even darker after being contaminated, and groped on the vat.
After doing this for a while, he finally couldn't hold back the joy in his heart and smiled happily in the direction of the Qingque Tribe.
The leader of the Green Tribe was extremely proud that he could exchange those items for these three precious pottery vessels, especially this large vat.
The same goes for the rest of the Green Tribe. They surrounded the three pieces of pottery, shouting and dancing happily, expressing their admiration for the leader's wisdom in their own unique way.
While jumping, from time to time someone would dip their hands into some black ash from the outside of the vat, and wipe it off their companions' bodies or other places with a smile, playing with each other very happily.
After venting their uncontrollable joy, the Green Tribe people, who had doubled their strength, energetically carried the precious things they had exchanged and walked quickly in the direction of their own tribe.
They couldn't wait to see the people who stayed in the tribe and picked fruits near the tribe, how happy they were after seeing these three pieces of pottery.
After watching a group of people from the Green Tribe leave, and making sure that they would not hear the noise here again, a certain Son of God who had been holding back for a long time finally couldn't restrain himself and burst out laughing regardless of his image.
"This! Good stuff, it can keep us full! No more people will starve to death!"
After Han Cheng laughed wildly, he loudly announced the great news to the curious people surrounding him.
He thought that after hearing the news, they would be as overjoyed as he was, but in the end, everyone's reaction was far less enthusiastic than he imagined.
After a second thought, I understood. After all, the people of the Qingque tribe had been living a life without worries about food since they took out the fish cage.
Now that he was holding this thing that they had never seen before, the senior brother took a bite and spit it out, telling them that with this thing, there would be no worries about hunger, and naturally their feelings would not be too great.
Han Cheng sniffed, it seemed like he was living a good life, and what he did was too avant-garde, which was not so good either.
Han Shenzi, who was deeply feeling the cold at the top, waved his hand and told everyone to go ahead and do whatever they were supposed to do. He himself smiled foolishly at the nearly two-headed ears of millet, and when he was making the ears yellow, he lay in the field and smelled the millet.
The unique fragrance, through the gaps between the ears of millet, looks at the dream of the high, blue sky.
Wu came over, squatted next to Han Cheng who was grinning, picked up an ear of millet from the straw, and looked back and forth in front of his eyes, trying to see the difference.
He wanted to know what kind of thing this was that made the Son of God so happy and obsessed. With what the Son of God said, he was also extremely concerned about the fact that the Qingque tribe would no longer starve to death.
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He looked at it for a while, then used his rough hands to get something like grass seeds from it, put it in the palm of his hand, and then put it into his mouth. He chewed it slowly with a few teeth missing, tasting the taste of the thing.
The taste is not that good. Compared with ordinary grass seeds, it just lacks some bitterness or other weird flavors.
When chewed in the mouth, the teeth are the same, but it is much worse than fish soup, broth and other fruits and vegetables.
Han Cheng came back from his golden thoughts and saw Wu who was looking at the ears of grain in his hand while chewing the taste carefully. A smile appeared on his face. The saying that every elder in a family is like a treasure is indeed correct.
Han Cheng took the ear of grain from Wu's hand, weighed it in his hand a few times, and felt that it was much lighter than the later ears of grain. Then he smiled and told Wu the name of this thing.
Then he told Wu that this is not how to eat, it needs to be processed before it tastes delicious.
Hearing Han Cheng say this, Wu's eyes couldn't help but light up, because he suddenly remembered that the stone that was originally extremely unpalatable turned into delicious salt after passing through the hands of the Son of God.
The millet that is not delicious now, after being processed by the Son of God...
Wu became extremely looking forward to it.
As the elder of the tribe, he is very interested in every new thing that can be eaten.
Han Cheng carried a handful of grain ears in both hands and walked toward the cave with some difficulty.
He found an empty pottery basin, picked up an ear of millet, and raked the inside with his hands.
Wu watched Han Cheng's movements for a while, and then came over to do the work together.
After clearing out half of the basin, Han Cheng cleaned up the hole in the big stone that the Qingque tribe had used to smash the 'loquats' before, then put a few handfuls of millet inside, and found another one of suitable length and thickness.
Come over with a wooden stick, hold it with your hand, put the relatively rounded and larger end against the stone pit where the millet is, and wave it up and down to pound the rice.
Since these guys think this thing is not delicious, they will make it themselves, cook it well, and let these primitive people who have never seen the world see if they dare to look down on the respected people.
The most important grain among the five grains!
Han Shenzi, who felt he was being left out and wanted to clear up Gu Zi's name, was thinking this in his mind while holding the wooden stick and banging it up and down.
Han Cheng is not worried about saving seeds.
Millet is harvested in autumn, and now there is still half autumn, one winter, and half spring before planting. It takes almost half a year in total, so there is no rush to plant it.
And from the leader of the green tribe, he learned that there was a lot of millet there. According to the leader of the green tribe's love for taking advantage, after he said that he could exchange animal skins and millet for pottery, he must
Will come again with millet.
It doesn’t hurt to eat some at this time.
To be honest, it has been almost two years since I came here. I have spent the whole day either grilled meat or broth and vegetables. I have never tasted a bite of the staple food of later generations. Han Cheng misses it very much. After seeing the millet, he can't wait to eat some.
Whether it is millet or rice, it is not easy to take off the shell. Otherwise, rice pounding would not be considered a punishment in ancient times.
Of course, the difficulty mentioned here refers to before the emergence of various machines.
Han Cheng now realized how difficult it was. He was just pounding a pit of millet. There was already sweat on his forehead, and his hands were numb and aching from the shock.
But when I saw the yellowish millet mixed with millet husks in the stone pit, I didn't think it was anything.
He put down the stick, grabbed a handful from the pit, and blew it clean with his mouth.
The empty millet shells flew away, leaving half a handful of golden millet in the hand.
