Chapter 556 All good things must be exchanged for the Qingque tribe
There weren't many beans, and there weren't many tofu curds. Even if they didn't drink too much, it was impossible for everyone to drink the ones Han Chengsheng made.
The benefits of power and status can now be reflected.
Of course, there is also the deception ability of Han Da Shenzi.
"Tofu is delicious, and tofu is even more delicious, but there are too few beans in our tribe. You must cultivate the land well and harvest a lot of beans in autumn. Then you can eat a lot of tofu and drink a lot of tofu.
Already..."
He seizes the opportunity to educate the people in the tribe about hard work and transform some unfair thoughts that may arise due to the gap into motivation for farming. This is Han Cheng's cunning.
Well, this is a kind of wisdom in life and management.
Han Cheng liked the tribe's current atmosphere of working together and without any intrigues and intrigues. Living in such an atmosphere would make people feel sincerely relaxed.
Therefore, in daily life, he will also guide people intentionally or unintentionally, and use his own actions to protect and maintain such a state.
As for private ownership, there is no need to rush this, and there is no need to rush it either.
Given the current level of development of the Qingque tribe and the size of its population, working together and staying together for warmth is the most suitable model.
These words of Han Cheng, who had already figured out the temperament of primitive people, were undoubtedly very useful. This could be seen just from their actions of beating their chests.
Looking at these people who were motivated to farm the land well and grow a lot of beans, Han Cheng nodded with satisfaction.
This is the best!
He reached out and touched the outside of the large vat. He felt that the temperature of the tofu noodle was ready, so he used a large pottery basin to scoop up the tofu noodle in the vat and poured it into a square mold made of wood not far away.
The inside of the mold is covered with two layers of linen cloth carefully woven by Bai Xuemei to prevent the tofu from leaking out of the holes.
There is a little bit of tofu brain, only half of it is in the mold.
Han Cheng folded the four corners of the cloth padded inside the mold diagonally, tightened it, and placed a clean pottery basin filled with some water on top to hold it down.
Warm, slightly turbid water dripped down the edge of the mold.
After waiting like this for a while, Han Cheng saw that the water dripped slowly, so he picked up the pot and tightened the cloth inside.
After about half an hour, the water fell very slowly.
Under everyone's gaze, Han Cheng removed the pottery basin and pulled away the wrapping cloth, and then the white, tender and steaming tofu appeared in front of everyone.
Han Cheng smiled. It's not easy to make a fool of yourself these days, but luckily, he finally did it!
He couldn't wait to get the bone knife, cut off a small piece and put it into his mouth.
The smell of freshly ground tofu surrounded him, a long-lost feeling, wonderful, as if one's pores were opened at this moment.
Wu Ye took a small piece of tofu and put it in his mouth. This time it didn't melt in his mouth. He felt the presence of the tofu.
But just like what Shenzi said, this thing is very soft and can be easily chewed even with a toothless part.
It is indeed a food especially suitable for the elderly who have lost their teeth.
However, the taste is not as good as expected.
Of course, the taste is not as good as expected, after all, this is white tofu that has not been cooked in any way.
Han Cheng looked sideways, looking arrogant.
How dare you doubt the taste of tofu? It seems that you are going to show off your skills today.
After I made up my mind, I started thinking about how to eat tofu.
Tofu mixed with spring onions? This is simple and easy to make. The hot tofu just out of the pan is just right, but the grinding oil is missing.
Mapo tofu?
This is definitely delicious enough. If it is really made, it will definitely make primitive people salivate and want to stop. It is a pity that there are no chili peppers and peppercorns...
Boiled tofu? This can be done, but the taste is a bit bland.
After thinking carefully for a while, Han Cheng felt helpless. It was extremely distressing that he had good ingredients but no corresponding good seasonings.
Fortunately, he is a foodie himself, and he comes from a foodie empire. Things like eating tofu are really difficult for him.
After thinking about it in my mind for a while, I came up with an idea.
Immediately, the minors in the tribe were asked to carry the fish cages out of the tribe and walk towards the river.
With the quiet change of staple food and the decrease of fish in the river, the Qingque tribe no longer goes fishing every day.
It will only be captured once every few days or longer.
In spring, the number of fishing is even less, because Shenzi said that many fish are producing seeds at this time.
Arresting one fish may cause many fish to disappear, which is really not cost-effective.
After the people of the Qingque tribe thought carefully, they felt that what Shen Zi said was right.
After all, there are only so many millet-like fish roes in the fish's belly. If they were turned into fish, it would be a big difference.
Of course, the prerequisite for this is that the Qingque tribe has sufficient food to eat besides fish.
If there is no other food to satisfy their hunger, it is impossible for the fish in the river to rest and recuperate.
The fishing moratorium advocated by Han Cheng was still effective. A dozen minors went out with fish cages and brought back more than 40 kilograms of fish before noon.
Such efficiency could not be achieved the year before last.
After cleaning the caught fish, he cut it into sections, marinated it with salt, put some wine to remove the smell, and then Han Chenggong began to slice the tofu into cubes with a bone knife.
That's right, what he is going to make is fish soup and tofu.
In fact, if there are enough ingredients, fish head and tofu soup is the best, but the fish in the river are much better than before, and there are many mouths in the tribe.
If you only use fish heads to stew soup, it would be a bit too extravagant.
After cutting the tofu, the fish segments in the pottery pot are basically marinated.
Put the fish segments into a large clay pot, add a little water and simmer for a while, then add a lot of water and put the tofu inside, cover the pot and stew together.
There is a saying that goes, "One thousand cooks tofu and ten thousand cooks fish", which means that tofu, like fish, is an extremely durable ingredient, and the longer it is simmered, the better it tastes.
Of course, the premise is that after boiling the water, turn down the heat and simmer. Otherwise, if the simmering time is too long, the fish will not be cooked.
After cooking for a while, the aroma has begun to spread around.
The novelty of the tofu that appeared in the tribe for the first time, coupled with the wonderful fragrance, aroused the greed in the stomachs of everyone in the tribe.
Wu, Senior Brother, Shitou and other high-ranking foodies in the Qingque tribe gathered around the big vat and swallowed their saliva, while the others swallowed their saliva while working.
As for the slaves like Long Legs and Grass Roots, they only vaguely heard that the great Son of God had come up with another excellent food. All they could do was look at the courtyard from a distance and imagine what the new food would taste like.
How wonderful it would be.
The lid on the large vat was lifted, and white steam filled the air.
White, cooked with some small holes, the tofu and fish segments are mixed together and soaked in the whitish fish soup, and sprinkled with a few green onions. Just looking at it makes people's fingers twitch.
The ingredients were limited, and except for a few people such as Han Cheng, the others only received half a bowl.
But no matter whether there is fish in the bowl or not, there will always be a little tofu in it.
Use a spoon to split a small piece of tofu that is only two centimeters wide, four centimeters long, and less than half a centimeter thick from the middle, and then put it into two bowls for two people to eat.
I couldn't help but blush a little, it was really too shabby.
He thinks this way, but the people in the tribe don't think so.
They all noticed the amount of tofu, which was indeed not much.
Many of them are already prepared to wait until autumn to eat tofu.
What I didn't expect was that the Son of God actually let everyone eat tofu today.
Both of us felt warm in our hearts. In such a mood, even a six-point taste would taste twelve points.
In addition, there was little tofu, so everyone cherished it, and the fish soup tofu tasted really good, so after the meal, everyone who ate it was full of praise for the tofu.
It also made everyone determined to take good care of the beans, so that when the time comes, they can eat tofu every day like millet.
The flavor of the fish soup was stewed into the tofu. After taking a bite and chewing it carefully in his mouth, Han Cheng closed his eyes in comfort...
The cool wind blew by, the bamboo forest swayed, and the green bamboo leaves seemed to be cheering for this historic moment.
Three days later, the Qingque tribe's caravan set off again. Having already tasted the sweetness of the transaction, they were determined to exchange all the good things back to the tribe.
