Carrying half a jar of loach, Bai Xuemei, who was extremely happy, jumped to Han Cheng's side and let Han Cheng see their harvest.
After a while, she saw something, pointed to a place not far from the river bank, and asked Han Cheng.
Han Cheng, who was very excited to see these loaches, looked in the direction pointed by Bai Xuemei after hearing this. He saw a piece of yellow and reddish stuff on the river bank half a meter away from the river.
The sheen of some engine oil dripping into the water.
This thing is very common in places such as small rivers, creeks, and mud ditches.
Later Han Cheng also asked adults this question when he was young, and the answer he got was eel urine.
Han Cheng firmly believed in this, and it was not until he grew up that he learned the true identity of this thing from his teammates.
It's not eel urine, but iron bacteria.
Han Chengcheng told her the name of the iron bacteria.
Bai Xuemei didn't know what bacteria were, so she didn't ask in detail. She just nodded vigorously.
Han Cheng, who was in a good mood, happily returned to the tribe with Bai Xuemei and the others, taking the empty card and loach with the expectation of eating delicious food.
There is a relatively famous dish. Han Cheng can't remember its name, but he can remember the recipe clearly.
First, raise the loach in clean water for a few days, change the water frequently, and let it vomit out the sediment in its belly.
Then put the live loach in the pot and add water to start boiling. When the water is hot and the loach can hardly stand it, put a piece of tofu in it.
These loaches that can't stand the scalding water will get into the cooler tofu and be cooked together...
There were no beans in the Qingque tribe, so naturally there was no tofu. It was difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, so Han Cheng could only think about this dish in his mind.
However, there are many ways to eat loach, and you don’t have to stick to this one.
All the caught loaches were killed, and then a kind of leaf called 'Brushwood' was found, wrapped around the loaches and pulled back for friction.
The surface of the leaves of the tree is very rough and can pull the mucus off the loach.
After that, it is disemboweled and salted for an hour or two, and then fried in animal oil until golden all over. The taste is surprisingly good.
The only regret is that there is no flour.
Otherwise, if you wrap it in flour and fry it in a pan, the taste will be unforgettable, and the kid next door will cry with greed.
It seems that there is no need to take such trouble anymore. The loach fried like this has already made everyone in the tribe full of praise and mouths full of oil!
Although there were a lot of loaches caught this time, they couldn't handle the large number of people in the Qingque tribe. One person wasn't even enough to catch one.
Of course, such a small amount of loach was not enough to eat, so Chen and a few other young people began to imitate Han Cheng, and then made cards to catch loaches, clamoring to catch all the loaches in all the rivers and eat them.
Lose.
Han Cheng also made it with them, and found feathers and tied them to the top of the card.
"Bah bang bang!"
Several soft sounds sounded on the river bank, and Han Cheng patted his head hard.
Bai Xuemei, who was holding dozens of cards that had been dressed with earthworms, was stunned, and quickly stepped forward to grab Brother Cheng who was inflicting self-mutilation.
Of course, it wasn't that Han Cheng couldn't think about it and wanted to give himself a concussion, but he suddenly thought about something.
"Put down these cards and give me the jar!"
Han Cheng said with great excitement, and before Bai Xuemei could react, he picked up the clay pot placed next to Bai Xuemei, and jumped off the river bank under Bai Xuemei's extremely shocked eyes.
I didn’t jump into the river, and the river bed wasn’t all filled with water.
Han Cheng didn't care whether the mud would stain his straw sandals. He went to the piece of iron bacteria that Bai Xuemei asked him about yesterday, found a piece of bark, and mixed these iron bacteria that were very similar in color to rust.
Carefully put it into the jar along with some soil below.
It was not surprising that he lost his composure, because he suddenly remembered something that his teammate said when introducing iron bacteria.
The iron content of these iron bacteria is very high!
Since the iron content is high, does that mean that these things can be used to refine iron into lumps?
Even if these iron bacteria are not as productive as iron ore, as long as they can smelt some iron, even if they can only make a small iron knife or a small iron chisel!
With such a tool in hand, Han Chengcheng is confident that he can make a usable columbine!
Bai Xuemei and other people by the river didn't know why Shenzi suddenly became so excited and paid so much attention to those ordinary iron bacteria.
Can this thing be eaten?
Just like salt, adding it can make food extra delicious?
Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but become excited. After lowering the card along the river, they also followed Han Cheng's example, looking for iron bacteria and collecting them.
By the afternoon, half of the pottery jar was filled with such iron bacteria, weighing almost five or six kilograms.
Han Cheng dug out a ball of iron bacteria from the jar, balled it into the size of a table tennis ball with his hands, and placed it on a stone slab to dry.
These iron bacteria containing mud are heavier than mud of similar size.
Han Cheng was happy, it seemed like this iron weapon was useful!
The strange behavior of the Son of God quickly attracted the attention of the Qingque tribe.
Something harder than a stone? Stronger than a stone?
Wu looked at the mud lumps placed on the stone slab in front of him, and it was difficult to connect them with what the Son of God had just said.
Stone is the hardest and strongest thing that Wu and everyone in the Qingque tribe have ever seen. He really can't imagine what something harder and stronger than stone is like.
Not just him, but the rest of the Qingque tribe as well.
Would this thing be rock hard?
Wu looked at the mud ball at the edge and murmured in his heart. The mud ball had the mark he just poked with his finger.
Is this just ordinary mud?
As he thought about this, the doubts in his heart suddenly disappeared a lot, because he remembered the pottery and cement in the tribe.
One of these two things is soil, and the other is a pile of plant ash, which will eventually become extremely strong...
Not long after feeling relieved like this, doubts arose in my heart again.
The Son of God said that he would use this thing called iron to create more useful tools.
This thing is harder than stone, how can it be made?
I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out...
Wu shook his head, feeling dizzy all over.
Let's see what Shi Shenzi does next.
The witch is back to his old tricks - wait and see.
The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way, and the willows and flowers are dark and the flowers are bright in another village.
This poem by Lu You is really good.
Han Cheng looked at the lumps of mud on the stone slab in front of him that were as big as a powerful pill, and felt sincerely in his heart.
As for Wu and the others, Han Cheng is not going to explain too much now. Once the iron is refined and the tools are made, everything will become clear.
