Wu stood at the door, carefully studying what appeared in front of him in the Qingque tribe for the first time, with a smile in his eyes.
From the Son of God, he has learned that this is a way to pray for blessings, eliminate disasters, and let the gods bless you.
It is indeed a very good way to pray to the gods using the words of the Son of God.
The second greatest stickman of the Qingque tribe, who has devoted most of his life to communicating with the gods, looked at this couplet that made the entire tribe look very different, with a thoughtful expression...
After the Qingque tribe has made a lot of preparations for it, the New Year has finally arrived.
Han Cheng deliberately managed the New Year beautifully, so for the people of the Qingque tribe who celebrated the New Year for the first time, this was destined to be an unforgettable memory.
"rise!"
As Han Cheng said these words, the lid covering the large vat was lifted, and the white water vapor spread instantly, covering a large area of the cave, making it look like a fairyland.
The rich fragrance fills people's nostrils as the mist disperses, making people unable to help but salivate.
The white mist dispersed slightly, and the scene in the large vat appeared faintly in sight.
Inside was not the broth that everyone in the Qingque tribe was used to, but five long plates of the same size.
On each plate, there was a fish that had many cuts on its body with a relatively sharp bone knife.
Han Cheng pinched some finely chopped green onion from the basin on the side and sprinkled it on the fish. Then he asked Tietou and the people in charge of cooking to take out the five steamed fish.
Place it inside the cave, roughly within five circles.
In those five circles, some pottery pots and bowls have been placed.
It contains fried pork slices with green vegetables, fried meat cubes, fried eggs with wild onions, large plates of fried bacon, small plates of smoked meat, and stewed meat cubes that are not often made and that the people of the Qingque tribe can't get enough of.
At this time, another plate of steamed fish was added.
Everyone in the Qingque Tribe had never seen this battle before, and they were already salivating over the food that looked so beautiful and delicious.
Not only the children were slurping, but also the adults secretly swallowed how much saliva they had.
However, these children are very well-behaved. Even if they are extremely greedy and look at them eagerly, no one reaches out to get something to eat.
The most knowledgeable and wise witch has never seen this scene before. Looking at these delicious foods, he secretly swallowed his saliva like everyone else.
Huo Yihuoer, the oldest member of the Qingque tribe, looked at the rich food and felt as if he was in a dream for a moment.
For as long as they can remember, the heavy snow and cold have been accompanied by hunger.
Deaths from cold and starvation happen every few years.
The cold winter is a hurdle that people like them have to go through every year.
Winter in my memory is always filled with shadows of cold and hunger. However, this year, Shenzi led everyone to build a house and have a kang. This winter, it is no longer cold.
Shenzi led everyone to get a lot of food. Not only will they not go hungry this winter, but they will eat better than in previous years when food is most plentiful!
Thinking about it, it’s unbelievable.
However, this scene that had never appeared in my dreams really appeared before my eyes.
The food is rich enough, this is the opinion of almost everyone except the children.
However, there is still a steady stream of delicious food being served.
After the five plates of steamed fish were taken away, the grate made of tree sticks and ropes was removed from the large vat. There was another grate underneath it.
On top of the grate, there are also five pottery plates. The difference is that instead of fish, there are five steamed and smoking featherless chickens placed together.
Welcoming the new year requires "good luck and plenty", so these two dishes are indispensable.
The Qingque Tribe hatched three broods of chicks this year, resulting in a total of thirty-four chicks. Three of them died in infancy. Among the remaining thirty-one, there were six roosters.
After a few months, they have grown to a size that is not small anymore, so since they cannot lay eggs and do not expect to reproduce the next generation, it is natural for them to become what they are now.
As for the large vats for steaming things, Han Cheng granted them to Heiwa before autumn. There are two of them.
In fact, it is very simple. You only need to pinch out a circle of relatively protruding mud strips at a distance of 30 and 60 centimeters from the bottom of the tank.
After it is cooked, you can place a grate on the raised area to steam things.
When everyone was swallowing their saliva and sighing once again that there was enough food as the steamed chicken was put away, Han Cheng said again: "Get up."
The lid of the other steamer next to it was also lifted, white mist spread again, and five more plates appeared.
Inside the plate was a rabbit that had been skinned and disemboweled.
After the rabbits were taken away, underneath were five plates of steamed, plump, oily venison.
On the twenty-seventh day, a deer that was lame for some reason was lured out and taken to a place outside the courtyard wall away from the deer pen. After entertaining it with a meal of rapeseed, the deer left.
But unlike in the past, the sinews on the deer's legs were stripped out in advance.
Beef tendon cannot be found for the time being, but deer tendon can still be used to make bow strings.
After these plates of venison were brought out, another person served a bowl of millet porridge or deer milk boiled with some small pieces of cooked meat and rapeseed, and finally no new food was brought.
No one in the Qingque tribe realized that they actually used the word 'finally'.
It's a pity that there are no dumplings. If there were dumplings, this year would be even more perfect.
Han Cheng thought regretfully. In his heart, all these things combined were not as good as a bowl of steaming dumplings.
The people of the Qingque tribe don't know what their god son is thinking. If they knew, they would definitely be surprised at how precious and delicious dumplings are.
These delicious foods that are already unimaginable to them are not as good as dumplings. The deliciousness of dumplings is really beyond their imagination.
Under the gaze of everyone, Han Cheng, who had just become a cook, came to the innermost circle and sat down next to Wu.
Let Wu Lai sit on the main seat facing the entrance of the cave. He is the elder.
"Everybody sit down, everybody sit down." Han Cheng greeted everyone.
Seemingly a little new and a little unaccustomed, everyone headed towards the position that had been set long ago and sat on a piece of stone or a thick wooden stick.
