Chapter 175 The leader of the green tribe in pursuit of taste (two, the book is a bit fluttering)
Following the shout from the leader of the green tribe, a relatively sturdy male primitive man next to him showed joy on his face and hurriedly stepped forward to take the pottery bowl filled with broth from the leader's hand.
He raised it to his mouth and took a sip under the envious eyes of others.
He drank a bit too much in this sip, and the broth had just been scooped out of a hot pot. His face was a little distorted by the heat, but he couldn't bear to spit it out. After enduring it for a while, he couldn't stand the temperature and spit it out.
While he was fanning his mouth wildly with his hands, he was sucking in cold air. The tongue he stuck out was red, obviously he had been burned badly.
The leader of the green tribe took the bowl away from the man's hand angrily, handed it to another man, and let him taste it.
When the primitive man saw the man who was still sticking out his tongue, he seemed a little afraid of the steaming bowl of soup in his hand. Seeing this, the leader of the green tribe suddenly remembered that this man did not go to the previous happy party, so he moved the big man again.
The bowl was taken from the man's hand and given to someone who had been to the joy party.
The man didn't dare to be careless. He put the bowl to his mouth with doubts and took a sip. It was fragrant and hot, and it felt okay.
only……?
He suddenly realized something, took another sip and tasted it, and looked at the leader who had been looking at him in surprise.
When the leader of the Green Tribe saw this, he still refused to believe it, and asked other people who had gone to the Joy Party to taste it one by one. Everyone had the same reaction.
Seeing the tribesmen looking at him with some doubts and feeling a little depressed, the leader of the Green Tribe was very hurt.
He circled back and forth around the large vat containing broth, patting the vat from time to time and scratching his hair, which had lost a lot of green leaves, and his mind was full of confusion.
This shouldn't be the case. You cook so carefully. Why does the broth you cook taste the same as the one cooked in a pottery bowl before? You've obviously changed to a larger pottery, right?
He carefully recalled the cooking steps of the nearby wealthy tribe that he had secretly memorized during the happy meeting, and found nothing missing.
This made him even more distressed. Unexpectedly, he brought back all the large vats that the tribe was using for cooking, but the taste of the food was still far inferior to that of that tribe.
For the time being, he couldn't figure out where the problem was. Looking at the hungry people looking at the vat, the leader of the green tribe decided to eat the broth first before thinking about anything else.
There is no long-handled spoon, so you can only use a bowl to scoop out the soup and drink it, and eat the meat last, and you have to take turns...
Got it!
After drinking a lot of soup, the leader of the green tribe suddenly had an idea.
That tribe used fish to make soup, but I used animal meat this time. The ingredients used were different, so the taste was very different. Then I would try it with fish after waiting...
"Stab it, sting it"
The leader of the green tribe squatted on the ground with a sad face after drinking a full stomach of fish soup without eating two pieces of meat. He scratched his hair hard with his hands, and the green leaves fell rustlingly.
He looked at the pottery vat and wanted to ask it what he should do so that it would cook delicious soup.
“%#FSR#……”
A few days ago, on the way to the Qingque Tribe, we encountered thick smoke. When the leader of the Green Tribe was about to return home, the man who persuaded him came over and said something to the leader of the Green Tribe.
The confusion on the face of the leader of the green tribe gradually disappeared. He thought for a while and then took the people out for hunting. Before leaving, he arranged for the half-grown children, as well as some old or injured people to collect tribal treasures.
The kind of grass spikes around...
Han Cheng and the rest of the Qingque tribe didn't know what happened in the Green tribe. They were doing what their tribe should do at their own pace.
Flames rose up, and the smoke slowly dispersed towards the surroundings.
There were very few people watching the fire nearby, most of them were working hard in the fields not too far away.
Strong men used bone shovels to dig the soil, while some half-year-old children and thinner women followed behind to break up large chunks of soil with wooden sticks tied with stones or simply carrying a length of wooden stick.
This process was somewhat particular. Han Cheng asked them not to walk around in the field, but to stand in one place, break up all the large pieces of soil they could reach in front of them, then take a big step forward, and then repeat the previous action.
This is done to minimize stepping on overturned ground.
The soil in the newly plowed land is relatively moist and fluffy. Stepping on it will turn the soil there into porcelain.
Although it is not as good as it was before it was turned over, it appears to be much stronger compared to the surrounding areas that have not been stepped on.
In order to prevent the plowed land from being trampled as much as possible, when Han Cheng used Lame to make the tool for pounding the clods, he extended the wooden handle as much as possible while considering whether it would be difficult for people to hold the tool.
In this way, when people stand in one place, they can knock more clods of soil.
Several acres of fields where rapeseed had been planted for one season had been turned over and large pieces of soil smashed up.
Han Chengzheng was holding a pottery bowl in one hand, and grabbed the slippery dark brown rapeseed from it with the other hand, scattering it around from between his fingers, and walking forward while scattering it.
There was another light rain the day before yesterday, and the soil moisture was very good, which was perfect for growing rapeseed.
Behind Han Cheng, followed by Qiu Qiu, Qiu Qiu held a wooden rake in his hand. The rake in his hand kept moving backwards, stretching out and then pulling back. The thin rake teeth brought up a layer of broken soil.
The fine grooves left behind look very much like the marks left on his daughter's head by a father who didn't know how to comb his hair.
The soil brought up by the rake covered the rapeseed that had fallen into the soil and disappeared, and also eliminated the footprints left by Han Cheng and the balloon.
The production method of the ground rake is roughly the same as the previously made rake specially used on the wheat field.
The difference between the two is that the teeth of the rake are thinner, denser, and half the length of the teeth of the rake, and the arc is not as large.
This is done to prevent the rake from sinking in too much and trapping too much soil.
After all, the soil is not as light as a rapeseed stem. If it sinks too deep, it will be too laborious to pull it up.
The place with fire and smoke in the distance is the farmland where the Qingque tribe is preparing to expand again.
The farmland there is prepared for planting millet, the new crop of the Qingque tribe, in the coming year.
It is much better to turn the field over in the first year, dry it in the sun and freeze it, and then turn it over again when planting millet in the second year, than to cultivate and plant the field now.
At this time in previous years, the people of the Qingque tribe were busy picking fruits and doing everything possible to store food in preparation for the coming cold winter.
This year, they didn't panic at all, because with the presence of fish cages, rabbit traps and salt, they had already stored enough food.
This tribe, which has been constantly changing its living habits since Han Cheng came here, is now on the road to farming.
