Chapter 680 Qingque Tribe People Who Want to Go to America to Find Chili Peppers (2 in 1)
The autumn wind and autumn rain are sad and sad.
Compared with the sentiments of literati, farmers will undoubtedly feel more strongly and intuitively about this, especially during the busy farming season, when encountering this kind of horrible weather, people will jump to their feet and curse at their mothers.
However, even if you want to jump on your feet and scold your mother, you can't do it. Although it is said that man can conquer nature, there are many moments when human beings are still small and pitiful when facing nature.
Han Cheng didn't know how to practice and recite mantras, and he didn't have the ability to fire two cannons to disperse the rain clouds in the sky. Therefore, after being melancholy for a while, the superior asked people to go out to the scene from time to time to inspect the millet stacks and see the bedding.
Apart from whether the millet poles have been blown open by the wind and digging some ditches around the millet piles for drainage, there are not many other options that can be thought of.
Han Cheng prayed in his heart that the rain must not continue continuously, otherwise, the millet growing in the ground would most likely sprout directly on it.
Even those that have been stacked will be wasted a lot.
Compared to the perfunctory prayers of this false son of God, the shaman who wore a feather crown and picked up a bone staff and jumped up and down was much more pious.
If Han Cheng hadn't forcibly stopped him later, this old man, who was older than all the shamans in the Qingque tribe, would have been able to continue this laborious prayer until dark or even late at night.
I don't know if it was the effect of witchcraft prayers or the luck of Han Cheng as a time traveler. At night, he was awakened by the cheers of "The sky is clear, the sky is clear."
Looking out through the burlap screen window, you can see the clean night sky and the bright stars.
What struck my ears were the cheers of the tribesmen, the croaking of frogs around me, and in the gaps between these sounds, there were occasionally one or two sounds of 'pattering' made by water drops falling from the eaves.
Han Cheng laughed, Wu laughed, Senior Brother laughed, and many people in the tribe laughed...
In the end, the millet was cleaned out and spread out on the ground to dry.
The people in the tribe who had turned black and lost a lot of weight looked at this and that, and many of them were happy.
Not only because all the food from the tribe was collected and nothing was wasted, but in the next year, the food of the tribe will be provided.
Another important reason is that the Son of God will personally cook to fulfill the promise made before the autumn harvest!
In the Qingque tribe, next to the small flower mill on the edge of the bamboo forest, a round guy was rolling around on the ground holding his head, like a big furry ball.
After walking away, Little Peas, who had become much more stable, was wearing crotchless pants, staggeringly running after the fur ball, trying to hug this guy rolling back and forth on the ground.
The rinsed small flower mill is spinning rapidly in circles, and the ground soy milk mixed with bean dregs flows down from around the small flower mill.
After gathering in the groove around the small flower mill, they fall into the basin placed below.
The smell of raw soy milk fills the air with the rapid spinning of small flower mills.
Dou, who was not far away, scratched his head as he watched all this.
He was also looking forward to the delicious food Shenzi mentioned, but this expectation turned into deep doubts after seeing Han Cheng bring out a lot of newly harvested soybeans.
Doudou remembers the taste of soybeans very clearly and the state they will appear after eating them.
The delicacies mentioned by the Son of God are actually made from this kind of beans. So soon after the people in the tribe eat the delicious food carefully prepared by the Son of God, will they also experience the same uncomfortable situation?
After Dou scratched his head for a while, he finally plucked up the courage to tell Han Cheng, who was very interested, about how uncomfortable it would be after eating too many beans.
After Han Cheng understood what Dou meant, he remembered that when he was making tofu, people like Dou had not yet come to the tribe, so he smiled and said to him not to worry, after making tofu, there would be no such thing.
worry.
Dou scratched his head and thought for a long time but could not figure out what tofu was.
I also don’t understand why my stomach won’t feel bloated if I eat the beans after they turn into tofu.
But he didn't say anything else, because after such a long time, he already understood that this young and extremely mysterious Son of God could always do things that were extremely surprising and thought to be impossible.
After Han Cheng ground the beans for a while, he handed over the work to Wu, who liked to eat tofu.
Don't worry that the witch will be tired. There are many minors in the tribe who like to turn stone mills. They are all nearby at the moment, waiting to take over from the witch.
Han Cheng carried two cans of soy milk to the cave, and the critical moment of ordering the tofu with brine was indispensable for him to do it himself.
Filter, boil, order tofu, press tofu...
After a series of procedures were carried out in an orderly manner, steaming, slightly yellowed hot tofu appeared in front of everyone.
Dou and the people from the original Huangguo tribe followed around and watched.
After seeing Tofu, everyone's eyes widened in surprise.
Although this series of things happened in front of their eyes, they were still extremely shocked and surprised that those round beans could finally turn into such white and tender food.
Although I don’t know how Shenzi plans to make this kind of food, just this series of magical changes have already made Dou and other people who saw this magical transformation for the first time have a great understanding of the food Shenzi is going to make.
expectations.
Han Cheng found a copper knife and cut the newly pressed tofu into squares horizontally and vertically.
Then he demonstrated by himself and cut one of the pieces into two centimeter square pieces, and left the rest to someone who often cooks.
And he continued to order tofu.
After ordering tofu, he also asked people to remove the meat from the dozen or so rabbits that had been knocked to death, and chopped them into fine pieces with a knife for later use.
After doing this for a while, seeing that a lot of tofu had been cut out, Han Cheng ordered people to start lighting the fire.
The one who started the fire was Huo Er, who was getting older and older.
At her age, Han Cheng knew that she could do nothing.
Han Cheng had told Huo Er more than once about this matter, but Huo Er would not be idle no matter what. At least she was not prepared to give up her old profession of making fires if her ability allowed it.
After doing this several times, Han Cheng saw that she was in good health, so he didn't force himself too much.
After all, sometimes it is better for the elderly to do something within their ability than to just sit idle.
The slightly melted animal fat entered the pot. After the oil heated up, Han Cheng put some Sichuan peppercorns into it.
When the peppercorns were almost fried, Han Cheng added scallions into it.
When the green onions were fried and turned yellow, I put half a bowl of minced rabbit meat in it and fried it for a while.
After the fragrance wafts out, add some water and some salt, find a jar, use a wooden shovel to get some black stuff out of it, and put it into the juice.
This is Doubanjiang. Previously, Han Cheng used cooked soybeans and left them in the room to mold. Then he added water and salt, covered the mouth of the basin with linen, and dried it in the sun.
Because there were not many soybeans in the tribe before, most of them were used to make seeds, so there was not much soybean paste left in the sun.
Because there are less of them, they appear to be more precious.
After making these soybean pastes, Han Cheng has never been willing to eat them, so now, he still has more than half of the jar.
Fortunately, I didn't finish it before, otherwise I would have been a bit confused if I was making mapo tofu today without the soybean paste.
After boiling the bean paste and rabbit meat mince in water for a while, Han Cheng added some water into it, and then put half a basin of tofu cubes into it.
Seeing that there wasn't enough water in the pot, I put some more water in it to cover all the tofu pieces before giving up.
The rest is just a matter of simmering over low heat.
When these juices mixed with the aroma of green onion, sauce and meat are almost simmered and the tofu cubes are fragrant, it is ready to be taken out of the pot.
There were so many mouths in the tribe waiting for them, and it was impossible to keep up with just one pot. After finishing the pot, Han Cheng immediately asked someone to start cooking another pot next to it.
At the end, four pots were fired at the same time, and Han Cheng was holding a spatula in his hand and scolding Fang Qiu.
If there is a fire in the pot again, Han Cheng is wearing a white and tall chef's hat, he is from New Oriental.
Of course, it is not New Oriental that teaches English.
When the fourth pot is arranged, the first pot is ready to be cooked.
Get some finely chopped green onion and sprinkle it in, stir it a little, and a strong fragrance will float out far away.
There were already a lot of people gathered in the cave that served as the kitchen. Now, attracted by the smell of the cooking pot, there were even more people who pretended to be busy and wandered around the cave for a while.
After one pot came out, I gave the pot a little scrubbing, and another pot of tofu came out.
Thousands of kilograms of beans were harvested from fifty acres of land. If the seeds were removed, the rest could feed the tribesmen a few hearty meals of tofu.
There is no need to make it as rare as before, with many people in a tofu tribe sharing the food.
The aroma of food lingered in the tribe, and everyone's gluttons were aroused. They all eagerly waited for the Son of God to prepare the food, eager to feast on it.
When the sun set in the west and its rays of light dyed the entire river red, pots of food were finally brought out amid everyone's salivating anticipation.
What attracts the most attention is not the pots of golden dried millet rice, but the stewed mapo tofu with a sauce color and full of aroma.
Attracted by this extremely tempting food, many people in the tribe even ignored the two large vats of egg drop soup...
In the midst of everyone's expectations, the food finally began to arrive. A large spoonful of dry millet rice was piled on top of a spoonful of fragrant mapo tofu, which immediately made the big bowl stand out.
After Han Cheng raised his voice and told everyone not to eat the peppercorns in the dishes, the banquet that everyone had been looking forward to for a long time began.
Wu picked up a piece of tofu that was different from the usual white tofu and put it into his mouth. He chewed it twice hard and narrowed his eyes.
The senior brother picked up a piece and chewed it twice. His eyes immediately widened and he didn't say anything. However, the speed at which he put the tofu into his mouth had obviously improved by several levels.
The second senior brother was the most exaggerated. Even wolfing down could not be used to describe the way he was eating at this time. He had a large bowl of dry rice, but half of it had gone down in a matter of seconds.
Watching him eat makes people very appetizing, as if his mouth is a bottomless pit, and the food he scoops out goes directly into his stomach without chewing it.
The people who ate the most surprised people were the people from the original Huangguo tribe represented by Dou. Even if they saw it with their own eyes, it would be difficult for them to connect the Huangguos they had eaten before with this delicious food now.
This kind of earth-shaking change is really too surprising.
After Dou chewed a piece carefully, he immediately speeded up his eating.
Don't forget that Shenzi has said before that after the beans are made into tofu, you won't feel bloated when you eat them. Even if you eat them, your stomach will still feel bloated and uncomfortable, so the beans don't care about it anymore.
This food is so delicious that you can't stop eating it.
Liang was holding the bowl and squatting in the shade. He looked a little thinner than the average person. At this time, he was not inferior to others in terms of momentum and speed of eating. He was holding chopsticks in one hand and the bowl in the other.
, eating very hard.
Compared to others, he, who knew a lot about the inside story, was more emotional.
It is really unimaginable that the small fruit that makes you want to squat there and drool for a long time can be so delicious when used to make tofu!
The uncomfortable numbness before is no longer something that people avoid. On the contrary, this numbing feeling mixed with food can stimulate people's taste buds even more, making people unable to stop at all.
I want to fully experience this wonderful feeling.
Shang, Mao and others were sweating slightly on their foreheads.
The members of the trade team, who licked their lips from time to time and sucked in some air, immediately became excited after hearing that the reason why the food was so delicious was due to the addition of a new plant seed that they had brought back this time.
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These guys sucked on numb, oily lips, held an empty bowl in one hand, and beat their chests with the other hand.
They expressed their willingness to set out immediately, go to that tribe, get all the peppercorns from that tribe, uproot the peppercorn trees, and plant them outside the kitchen of the Qingque tribe.
Let everyone in the tribe experience this wonderful taste every day.
Not only did the rest of the people not feel sad, there was nothing wrong with Mao and others' behavior, but they all pounded their chests in confusion, indicating that they were also willing to contribute.
It’s okay for the rest of the people to react like this. Why are you joining in the fun when you are so old?
Han Cheng looked at this scene dumbfounded and couldn't help sniffing. Isn't it just a peppercorn?
Is the reaction so exaggerated?
At this time, Han Cheng was very doubtful. If he told that in the distant America, there is a kind of chili pepper that can make food more delicious, the stimulated and fearless foodies in front of him might
Pick up the tribe's canoe and embark on a feat of crossing the ocean...
(I fried mapo tofu tonight and it tasted pretty good, haha... I finally made up a chapter, I’m ashamed)
