Wu, Senior Brother and others who understood Han Cheng's meaning couldn't help but widen their eyes, looked at the pile of fruits on the ground, then looked at the confident Son of God, and then touched their heads in confusion.
Could it be that the Son of God planned to pickle these fruits with salt and put them outside to dry like he did with salted fish before?
Sprinkle salt on the fruit, the taste...
Many members of the Qingque tribe who had eaten like this couldn't help but grin.
Or do we need to boil these fruits in water, dry them and then store them? Just like drying wild vegetables before?
They couldn't think of a good way.
The senior brother followed the instructions and took out some fish, meat, and vegetables for people to make soup. He knew that since the Son of God said this, there must be a solution, and he would not just watch these fruits spoil.
After dinner, Han Cheng saw that no one was sleepy, so he began to order everyone to do things - find many empty jars in the tribe and clean them with water.
The next day, the strong men like the eldest brother went to pick fruits. Those who were minors and the weak stayed in the tribe and followed Han Cheng's instructions with only an iron knife and a large number of fruits.
Use the bone knife to peel off those broken fruits.
Since the people of the Bone Tribe merged into the Qingque Tribe, there has been little shortage of bone knives. Most of the people in this tribe are good at making bone tools.
Peel the fruits and put them into a large pottery basin filled with water. After cleaning, put them into clean wooden baskets by category and wait for later use.
There was a fire burning under two large pottery jars. One fire and two people were tending the flames. There was a small half tank of water in the pottery jars, which was steaming from the heat.
"Wow"
A basket of peaches-like fruits was poured into a water vat, covered with a lid and boiled. (There are early-ripening peaches in May, and there are also stupid peaches that don’t ripen until late autumn)
A fragrance that was different from fresh fruit soon spread out.
After simmering for a while, Han Cheng scooped out some and tasted it. It was sour and sweet and tasted pretty good.
Seeing that they were almost cooked, Han Cheng asked someone to scoop them out of the vat and put them in a large basin that had been prepared to cool down.
After it cools down, taste it again and it will taste better than when it is hot.
The people who work here have a small bowl to try, and everyone is full of praise for the food.
In order to make the fruit taste better, Han Cheng did not add too much water, so the sugar content in the water was very high. If you accidentally splashed it on your hands, you would feel sticky when you touch it after a while.
This rich sour and sweet taste cannot be compared to simply eating fruit.
Everyone who tasted these for the first time was conquered by the taste.
Bai Xuemei carefully drank some water and then squinted her eyes comfortably.
I couldn't bear to drink more at one time, so I drank a small bowl of boiled fruit juice for a long time before finishing it.
The reactions of the other people who were given fruit juice were not much different from Bai Xuemei's. They all cherished the fruit juice very much, even rarer than the children of later generations seeing candy.
Everyone looked at Han Cheng, their bright eyes full of admiration.
Broken fruits become so delicious after being treated like this, they are even more delicious than good fruits!
When they tasted this taste for the first time, they almost wanted to boil all the fruits like this.
Wu watched carefully from the side, preparing to record this method again. This time he did not let Shitou do it, but planned to do it himself.
wrong.
After recovering from this taste that was different from salt but equally delicious, Wu remembered something.
After Shenzi did this, the fruit tasted better than before, but the problem of long-term storage has not been solved yet. This...
When he was about to ask, Han Cheng began to ask people to mix the cooled pulp with juice and put it into the jars that had been cleaned last night.
After filling it, seal the mouth of the jar with a large, oily leaf that grows near their tribe, cover the outside with a layer of mixed mud, and then have people carry it deep into the cave of the house.
Store.
What Han Cheng did was the original simplified version of canned food.
Canned food, a delicious thing, is a powerful weapon against broken fruits.
When I was a child, many families would bring a can of canned fruit as a gift during the New Year. In those days, this was simply the favorite of children.
"Ding Ding Dong, Ding Ding Dong..."
There's no 'Jingle Bells.'
The leaves have withered on a large scale, and white frost has fallen, dyeing the originally bright red leaves purple.
The air was completely cold, and white mist was puffing out from everyone's mouth and nose.
Even this cold can't stop the Qingque tribe's enthusiasm for blacksmithing.
The shiny iron was taken out of the furnace and placed on the thick stone slab used for blacksmithing. The ax that had been prepared quickly fell down and hit the red-hot iron hard, practicing the principle of "strike while the iron is hot".
A widely circulated saying.
After two days of hammering, the largest piece of iron finally took shape.
"Bah~!"
The red-hot iron was put into the water, making a harsh sound. White heat rose up, and at the same time, there was an unpleasant smell.
Of course the smell is not good, because the water used for quenching is not ordinary water, but pure child urine!
Han Cheng couldn't remember where he saw this method, but he vaguely remembered that the iron tools made in this way had better performance than those made with ordinary water.
For Han Cheng, who was trying every possible means to improve iron utensils, he would naturally not let go of such a method.
In fact, as long as it is human urine, it is okay. The reason why he used child urine is that Han Cheng deliberately raised the threshold. After all, in many places, child urine is said to be magical...
The iron smelted this time weighed more than four kilograms, but less than five kilograms.
Some people want to make knives, some want to make hammers, some want needles, some want iron arrows...
Compared with the huge demand, these irons are still in a situation where there are more wolves and less meat.
The first iron tool made this time was completely different from what everyone wanted. It was not a hammer, nor an iron knife, nor an iron needle or an arrow, but an iron rod.
To be precise, it is an iron rod with a sharp end.
This iron rod is not light, weighing a full pound and a half!
This time, almost a third of the iron that was finally taken out was used by it!
Looking at this freshly made iron tool, everyone in the Qingque tribe looked at each other. They didn't understand why the Son of God had to make such an extremely scrap metal and not very useful iron bar if he didn't make so many things.
Are you going to attach this iron rod to a wooden gun and use it to kill prey?
Everyone looked at this somewhat incomprehensible iron rod and developed their own imagination.
