The soybeans brought back by the Qingque tribe's trading team were cleaned up by Han Cheng.
The quantity is not much, only half a jar, a little over five kilograms.
If these beans have less bean residue and the water used to grind the tofu is good, it will not be a problem to make a tofu.
In the process of making tofu, you can also make some soy milk or tofu curd to drink.
After swallowing several times, Han Cheng suppressed the urge.
Although both Shang and Mao said that there were still a lot of soybeans in that tribe, Han Cheng still didn't want to take the risk just to be on the safe side.
What if the tribe eats up all the remaining soybeans when Shang and the others go there? Wouldn't that mean a big loss?
If the tribe wants to plant soybeans, won’t it have to be postponed for another year?
Moreover, there were no stone mills in the tribe at this time. Without this tool, it would be quite troublesome to turn the beans into pulp.
So Han Cheng held back forcefully.
Even though he wanted to get the soybeans from that tribe earlier, Han Cheng still did not agree to Shang and Mao's request.
Instead of letting them set out immediately, they were forced to rest in the tribe for seven days before they were allowed to set out again.
Soybeans are important, but the people in the tribe are even more important. In Han Cheng's opinion, the lives of the people in the Qingque tribe are much more important than those external objects.
Another reason is that the five deer traveling with the caravan have reached the estrus period one after another, and they need to stay in the tribe to let the deer uncle help them solve their physiological problems.
When they set off, Han Cheng took out the small piece of granite again and asked them to go to the tribe with granite and bring back a few regular pieces of granite.
When the time comes, let the mason cut out some wood and grind it out.
Granite, which is hard and not easy to wear, is the best material for stone grinding.
If you put a large rice milling plate on it, you don’t need to be so particular about the ingredients.
Shang and Mao set off again with the caravan. As they left, they beat their chests and promised that they would definitely bring back soybeans and granite.
Chicken ~ chicken, twenty-one (yi); duck ~ duck, twenty-eight; goose ~ goose, thirty-one (dialect, one (yue) four tones, the sound produced is not too standard. Use (yuo) four tones
, the syllables spelled out in this way are accurate, but there is no such spelling...)
If it rhymes like this, it is the same as cats, three dogs, four, pigs, five sheep, six, cows, seven horses and eight. It refers to the time it takes for these animals to get pregnant and give birth.
The difference is that the numbers for chickens and ducks are based on days, while the units for cattle and sheep are followed by ‘months’.
Time flies so fast, ten or twenty days pass by in the blink of an eye. Today, the rooster that was castrated has been hatching eggs for a full twenty-one days.
So after seeing off the caravan, Han Chengcheng came to the chicken pen to guard it.
As soon as he arrived here, he heard a faint cry of chickens, and Han Cheng was immediately happy.
These guys came out as promised.
I lay down next to the chicken pen and looked around carefully, but I didn't see the newly born chick. I guess it was hiding under the rooster with a "loving" face, playing hide and seek in the feathers.
However, in front of the rooster, there was an eggshell that had been taken out of the henhouse. Inside the eggshell, there were some dried blood streaks.
The chicken crowed for a while and then stopped. I don't know whether it was because it felt the warmth of father's love, or because it knew through the old rooster that there was a person who was not easy to mess with outside.
When the surroundings were quiet, Han Cheng could hear some subtle "bang bang" sounds. This was because the chicks were pecking at the eggshells hard, hoping to come to the world as soon as possible.
After looking here for a while, there was no sign of the chicken. Although Han Cheng was a little anxious, he had no intention of blowing the rooster out of the henhouse.
He knew that now was an important time for hatching chickens. If the rooster was blown up at this time and exposed to the cold for a long time, the chickens that were about to break out of their shells would most likely die inside.
Each little life will have no other changes other than becoming a hairy egg.
Han Cheng looked here for a while and then left. He went to work elsewhere for a while and then came back again.
I came here several times a day, and the old rooster kept lying there. Apart from becoming more and more "kind", there was no other change.
He is very patient and will hatch chicks from every egg.
If it doesn't move, those newly born chickens won't come out.
Chickens, animals that lay eggs, are different from mammals.
The young mammals hide under their mother's body and still have milk to eat, while animals that lay eggs can only starve.
Well, it seems that even if oviparous animals can feed on milk, the newly born chicks in this litter will still starve.
Fortunately, newborn chicks are very resistant to hunger. Unlike mammals, they have to look for milk when they cannot stand.
After Han Cheng checked several times, he looked at the sky and realized that the rooster would not "roost" today, so he left completely.
At night, after holding Bai Xuemei and listening to her belly for a while, Han Cheng fell asleep.
Not long after he fell asleep, he started to dream. He dreamed of two wrinkled dolls, surrounding him and calling him daddy. Han Cheng was surprised and happy.
But then came the fright. The two wrinkled dolls, somehow, grew a patch of hair on their bodies, became fluffy, and their mouths became pointed. The more they looked, the more they looked like oversized chickens.
"Huh~!"
After waking up from his dream, Han Cheng breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that it was just a dream and that his little cub would not be born for several months.
The scene in the dream was really scary.
Han Cheng stretched out his hand and quietly touched Bai Xuemei's body for a while. He couldn't help feeling sleepy and fell asleep again.
"Dad is here!"
"Dad is back again!"
The two chicken-like cubs howled excitedly, then flapped their wings and flew towards the frightened Han Cheng.
Thinking of the feeling of these two chicken-like cubs reaching into his arms for milk and pecking the key parts with their pointed beaks, Han Cheng turned around and ran away.
"Where are you going, daddy?"
"Where are you going, dad!"
The two chickens flapped their wings behind and kept running to catch up.
"I don't have brats like you, and I don't have milk for you..."
Han Cheng turned around and cursed fiercely, running very fast with his feet, but in the end he still couldn't run as fast as the one with wings...
"Huh~"
Opening his eyes and feeling everything familiar around him, Han Cheng couldn't help but gasp for air.
Thinking of the scene in his dream, he shuddered.
So cruel!
Fortunately, the chickens don't eat milk. If so, wouldn't the old rooster who just became a father have to be tortured to death by those chickens?
Han Cheng couldn't help but reached out and rubbed his chest.
He was a little afraid to sleep, worried that once he fell asleep, he would dream of those two ferocious cubs again.
Damn it, I can even dream of it being made into a TV series, it’s so weird!
