Chapter 803 Wu: Son of God, I... I'm going to die (four in one, there are
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Han Cheng got up in surprise, and then went all the way to the warehouse where the grain was stored. According to his previous memory, he opened the door of the warehouse marked 'Nineteen' on the wall.
Most of it is stored in soybeans, and the other part is stored in peas with slightly black skin.
After Han Cheng came in this time, he ignored the soybeans that had become a versatile food since the stone-milled salt brine was taken out. Instead, he walked straight towards the peas stored on the other side.
After figuring out their value, Han Cheng also paid high enough attention to peas, a new grain obtained from semi-agricultural tribes.
So this spring, Han Cheng directly asked people to plant all the pea seeds they got in the ground, covering about thirty acres.
Now after harvesting, we have obtained several thousand kilograms of peas.
Looking at these black peas, Han Cheng was filled with joy and excitement. What kind of peas are these? They are clearly jelly!
Now that the autumn tiger continues to show off its power, the weather is unbelievably hot, and many tribesmen with strong appetites have lost their appetite due to the heat. It is a good time for jelly, an appetizing tool to relieve the heat, to come on stage!
"Carry out two bags!"
Han Cheng said to the senior brothers who came over.
There are many people in the tribe, and everyone is a complete foodie. Now when you encounter food like jelly in such hot weather, you can imagine what will happen next.
So Han Cheng directly asked his senior brother and the others to carry two bags, which weighed almost two hundred kilograms.
The senior brother and others naturally obeyed Han Cheng's orders.
After carrying the grain out of the granary and closing the door of the granary, Han Cheng took his senior brother and the others to the large canteen where they were cooking.
Have someone find several large pots, pour the peas in the bags into them, and add water.
The process of making jelly from peas is similar to that of making tofu from soybeans. You need to soak the dried beans in water first, and then grind them with a stone mill.
However, Han Cheng did not ask people to add water and then ignore it. Instead, he called two primitive women who had done the work of washing grain and asked them to wash the peas.
When the tribe shelled the peas to extract seeds, it was on the threshing floor.
Although the threshing floor has been ground flat with stone rollers before starting to process the grain, it is inevitable that the grain will still be mixed with some sand and dust. It is still very important to wash it before officially making food.
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The two primitive women sat on the wooden pier, each holding a fence made of broken bamboo strips under the guidance of Han Cheng, and began to wash the grain.
The so-called fence is a necessary tool for washing grain. It is a round shape about ten centimeters in diameter, with a handle and a slight depression in the middle.
Because it is made of woven bamboo strips, it has good water leakage.
The two female primitives held the fence in their hands and stirred the peas that had been submerged in the pottery basin in front of them a few times with their hands to spread them out so that the fine sand and gravel inside could fully settle to the bottom.
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Then he used a picket to fish out some pea shells that had not been cleaned floating on the water and put them aside, and then the formal washing of food began.
The two primitive people held the handle of the fence, which was also made of bamboo, in their hands, sank the front end of the fence into the water, and then began to rotate rapidly in circles.
During the rotation process, it does not always rotate flatly, but sinks to both sides one to the left and one to the right.
In this process, some peas will be stirred by the fence and float along the water, and then be fished out on the fence.
As for sand that is denser than peas, it will basically not be stirred up.
After the two men fished out all the peas one by one, the water in the basin was also muddy, and there was still sand deposited at the bottom of the basin.
The washed peas were put into a large basin, and water was added to soak them again. The next morning, you could start making jelly.
Wu, who was fanning himself with a cattail leaf fan in his hand, watched from a short distance away as Han Cheng and others were processing peas.
He already knew that Han Cheng was making a kind of food.
If it were in the past, when they found out that the Son of God was getting something new, especially food, the witch would definitely join in.
But this time it was different. The hot weather made Wu feel breathless, and he had no desire to eat food.
Even when I think about food, I feel a little nauseous.
What a sin!
After realizing his current state, the witch waving the cattail leaf fan couldn't help but repeat his mantra in his heart again.
In the past, when tribal food was scarce, they could eat all kinds of food, and they always felt that they didn't have enough food.
But now, facing the food that is much better than that then, I feel a little nauseous. Isn't this a sin?
After reciting the words of sin several times in this way, Wu suddenly realized one thing, that is, he was already old.
If you can't even eat delicious food, doesn't this mean you are old?
After such thoughts came to his mind, Wu immediately felt a little panicked.
In the past, witches were not afraid of death, but now it is different. As the life in the tribe gets better day by day, witches don't want to die less and less.
Because he wanted to see how far his tribe could develop under the leadership of the Son of God.
I want to watch these minors in the tribe grow up and work together for the development and growth of the tribe.
Because of this thought in his mind, Wu suddenly realized that he was old and became a little worried. He didn't eat much food that night.
The next morning, Han Dashenzi, who also lost much appetite due to the hot weather and missed the jelly so much, got up and grinded the soaked peas himself.
The fat-bellied Bai Xuemei was still standing aside, holding a wooden spoon in her hand, pouring half a spoonful of peas and half a spoonful of water into the grinding eye.
The air in the morning is crisp and clear, with a look of someone who has not yet woken up. A few dogs bark, chickens croak and sheep bleat from time to time in the silence.
The yet-to-be-heated sunlight spreads through the bamboo forest, leaving little shadows behind.
The ground soy milk formed a column of water and fell into the large clay pot below. It made a gentle sound and at the same time, a piece of fine bubbles was released. The air was filled with the smell of raw soy milk.
The leisurely and soothing morning actually gave Han Cheng the idea of letting time freeze here.
The sling is hung up again, and the bowl of soy milk grinded out also goes through the process of filtration.
With the passage of time, the innocent Chaoyang gradually turned into an old driver, no longer the gentle and clear appearance before, and began to show its power.
The weather also became sultry and hot, and everyone who worked began to become sweaty.
After thinking about it for half a night, Wu decided to force himself to eat more food, but now he didn't have much appetite anymore.
At this time, Han Cheng had already poured two jars of soy milk into the pottery pot and asked people to cook it over a fire.
As the flames rise and a large amount of white gas rises from the pottery pot, the temperature in the already hot kitchen becomes even higher, turning the whole place into a steamer-like shape. As soon as people enter, they are immediately covered in heat.
of sweat.
In summer, cooking in the kitchen is really not a good job
Han Cheng wiped the sweat from his forehead and saw that the bowl of soy milk boiling in the pottery pot was already boiling, so he scooped it up with a ladle and poured it into the basin that had been prepared nearby.
"Son of God, are you going to use salt brine?"
People in the tribe, especially those who help in the kitchen, are familiar with the process of making tofu.
Although peas and soybeans look different, they both carry the word "dou", and they both come from the "dou" character.
And the series of operations before this were exactly the same as when making tofu, so after seeing Han Cheng scoop up the cooked bowl of soy milk, except for letting people continue to put the bowl of raw soy milk into the pot and continue to cook, what else happened
He didn't do anything, and he had no intention of ordering tofu. After waiting for a while, he finally couldn't help but speak out to remind him.
After all, if you wait too long to cook the soy milk and add some tofu, it won't be as good.
Han Cheng wiped the sweat on his face with the towel hanging around his neck, shook his head with a smile and said: "No need to add salt brine, this is not making tofu, but another kind of food.
Moreover, except for soybeans, other beans cannot be made into tofu."
Compared with tofu, jelly is easier to make. You only need to cook the raw soy milk, scoop it into a basin and cool it.
If you buy pea flour directly, it will be more convenient and faster to make it.
Unfortunately, there was no ready-made pea flour for Han Cheng to buy at this time, so he had to grind the pea flour himself.
"This is a very delicious food. I'm sure you'll have a good appetite once it's cooked!"
Thinking about the refreshing feeling of eating jelly in later generations, Han Cheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva and explained the new food that was about to be released to the people who asked him with a mysterious look and some yearning and intoxication.
It's hot now, so the soy milk cools down and solidifies relatively slowly. After waiting here for a while, seeing that it still takes some time for these bowls of soy milk to solidify into jelly, Han Chenggong explained to the people helping in the kitchen and turned around to get out of the steamer.
An average kitchen.
The people helping in the kitchen are all people who are used to cooking food. With Han Cheng's demonstration just now and his experience in making tofu, it will not be a problem to do this.
As for Han Dashenzi who came out of the kitchen, he also had a very legitimate reason to leave the kitchen.
The reason is that he needs to prepare some condiments for this new food.
In fact, the real reason is that he couldn't stand the heat in the kitchen.
Chili sauce poured out of sesame sauce and hot oil and green coriander are good ingredients for seasoning jelly.
It's a pity that Han Cheng doesn't have any of these things.
Fortunately, there is vinegar, an indispensable seasoning when preparing jelly, otherwise the jelly made this time would be almost impossible to eat.
Coming outside, Han Cheng pulled out a lot of garlic from the garlic braids hanging on the wall under the eaves.
The tribe has owned garlic for several years. After several years of artificial cultivation, it has become much larger than before.
There is still a large part that is not divided into cloves, and it is easy to grow into a single head of garlic.
One head of garlic tastes really spicy, especially when it hits the base of the tongue, not to mention the sour and refreshing taste.
Put these garlic cloves on the chopping board, beat them one by one with the blade of a knife, then peel them, put them in a stone mortar and add salt to grind them.
Mash the garlic cloves into minced garlic, scoop it out with a spoon, add cold water and stir to make the garlic juice.
The only good thing is that there is no layer of sesame oil floating on it.
I pounded a lot of garlic juice, enough to fill a basin.
"Son of God! Son of God!"
Squatting under the shade of a tree, Han Cheng had just finished mixing the garlic juice. Before he could get up, a man who was helping in the kitchen rushed out of the kitchen, sweating profusely, and ran towards Han Cheng, shouting all the way.
"What's wrong?"
Han Cheng was a little surprised by this guy's sudden reaction. After standing up from the ground, he looked at this guy and asked loudly.
"The bowl of soy milk and the bowl of soy milk have become one piece!"
The man seemed a little out of breath as he spoke, and his whole body was full of excitement, with some novelty and other emotions in his excitement.
This is the jelly powder!
When Han Cheng heard this, he suddenly became happy. After placing the basin of garlic juice on a propped up stone slab, he hurried to the kitchen with others.
"Son of God, you can play the piano"
When Han Cheng came to the door of the kitchen, several people helping in the kitchen were stretching their necks around the earthen basin of jelly placed on the table.
One of them turned sideways, as if he was about to run away at any moment, stretched out his arm, and gently poked it with his finger. The soft and bouncy feeling in the basin suddenly spread along his finger. Came over.
The man who stretched out his finger to test, and several other people who were watching, quickly took two steps back and looked at the jelly in the basin with curiosity and some vigilance.
Seeing such a scene, Han Cheng couldn't help laughing.
Hearing laughter, these people looked up and realized that Han Cheng had come over. The man who had just reached out to touch the jelly raised his finger and said to Han Cheng, looking a little confused.
If the jelly is not soft and elastic, it is not jelly!
Han Cheng washed his hands in the basin and came to the bowls of soy milk scooped out from the first two basins. He stretched out his fingers and touched them to confirm that they had indeed solidified into jelly.
And the surface layer is still a little hard to the touch. This is the jelly skin.
"Carry this big chopping board outside!"
After confirming that the jelly had been completely made, Han Cheng directed the two people to carry the large chopping board to the shade outside. He didn't want to stay in this kitchen for a moment longer.
These basins containing jelly were also moved outside one by one under Han Cheng's order.
"Wow~!"
"Son of God"
"this"
Even though the weather was hot and the tigers were raging in autumn, they still couldn't stop the people of the Qingque tribe from gathering around Han Cheng to watch the novel ideas.
Especially the behavior of Qingcao running out of the kitchen just now, calling all the way to find the Son of God, which immediately aroused the curiosity of the people who were staying in the yard doing something.
At this time, Han Cheng took the earliest jelly basin and placed it on the lifted chopping board, then opened the basin, and a basin-shaped jelly block appeared in front of everyone.
This large piece of jelly is generally black and gray, translucent, and has a kind of luster. If you touch it with your hand, it will tremble and sway there, which is very beautiful.
Seeing that the new type of food that Shenzi mentioned was so good-looking, many of the people watching couldn't help but shout in surprise. Those who didn't scream in surprise could not help but widen their eyes.
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Looking at the beautiful and somewhat excessive food in front of them, many people actually felt reluctant to eat it.
Han Cheng looked at the jelly made by himself and showed a satisfied look.
Hearing everyone praising the beauty of the jelly, Han Cheng smiled. It was because he didn't find mung beans. If he found mung beans, the jelly made from mung beans would be even more amazing to you.
It was piled there like a large piece of jade. Even Han Cheng, who had seen the world, found it very beautiful.
It is best to use a scraper with many small holes to scrape the jelly for cooking. Unfortunately, Han Cheng's idea of making jelly came to him so suddenly that he had no time to scrape it, so he could only use a knife to cut it.
Already.
Han Cheng took a large rectangular copper kitchen knife, put some water on both sides of the knife, and cut into the large piece of jelly stuck here.
Seeing such a scene, many people watching around felt unbearable, and some even wanted to stop it, because this jelly was so beautiful in everyone's eyes!
Han Cheng, however, took the knife and just cut it there. He was more concerned about the taste of the jelly than the beauty of the jelly.
The jelly is not very easy to cut. The main reason is that some of it sticks to the knife. You need to cut it for a while and then add some water to wet the knife.
"Cut the grass and flowers, too."
After Han Cheng cut it for a while, he brought over two pots of jelly and spoke to the green grass and flowers.
With so much jelly, and with such an open mouth waiting to be eaten, if Han Cheng had to cut it by himself, he would have to wait until the Year of the Monkey to cut it.
Put the cut jelly into another basin, pour a few spoons of freshly pounded garlic juice into it, then add some fruit vinegar, stir it with a spoon, and put it into the bowl. It looks very delicious.
appetite.
Han Cheng picked up a bowl and took a bite first. Although it lacked many seasonings, it was already very rare to be able to eat jelly at this time. How could there be so many details?
A mouthful of cold and smooth jelly enters the mouth, and it slides all the way into the stomach with its refreshing taste, making people feel refreshed immediately.
Originally, Han Cheng just wanted to take a bite to taste it first, but after taking this bite, he couldn't stop immediately.
I finished the bowl of jelly in one breath and then stopped.
He took a deep breath and felt relaxed all over. Even this uncomfortable autumn tiger didn't seem to be so powerful anymore.
"Gudong!"
"Gudong!"
There was a sound of swallowing saliva all around.
Seeing Han Cheng, who has always had a mouth full of food, finish such a large bowl of jelly in one go, with a look of enjoyment on his face, the onlookers had already thought that the jelly was too good-looking and couldn't bear to eat it.
Thrown thousands of miles away.
At this moment, they just want to try this new food as soon as possible.
As for the fact that it's so hot that people don't want to eat, it disappeared without a trace under the impact of this new food.
Han Cheng put down the bowl, wiped his mouth and told everyone not to worry, everyone could eat. Then he picked up a clean bowl, scooped out a full bowl of jelly, and prepared it for the witch to eat.
As a result, something unexpected happened to Han Cheng. In the past, the witch who always came to Han Cheng's side whenever he got something new was not around this time.
Han Cheng looked around the surroundings, but did not see the figure of the witch, but found the witch's special hand-warming treasure circle.
After asking Yuan Yuan, Han Cheng found out that Wu was staying in the cave that was used as a storage room.
This was something unusual, which made Han Cheng feel a little worried. After telling everyone to make jelly and eat it as usual, Han Cheng took the jelly in his hand and headed towards the cave with chopsticks.
The temperature inside the cave is lower than outside, so it's really good to cool off.
At this time, Wu was sitting on a rock, holding a cattail leaf fan in his hand and fanning it slowly, looking weak and worried.
He was worried partly because of the hot weather, but more importantly because he realized that he was getting older and might not live long.
The two mixed together, making Wu even more unappetizing.
The less appetite there was, the more uncomfortable the witch felt.
Because in his understanding, if he cannot eat food, it means that the person has failed.
This is also the main reason why even though it was clear that the Son of God was making new food today, Wu sat alone in the cave and did not go over to help or watch.
"Wu, eat jelly."
Han Cheng walked in and saw Wu sitting on the stone, looking a little depressed, and said aloud.
Han Cheng didn't say it was okay to eat food. At this time, when he mentioned food, Wu, who was already disgusted in his heart, suddenly thought of the steaming rice that burned his hands and burned his mouth when he ate it.
He was so overwhelmed that he bent over and retched.
"witch!"
Han Cheng was shocked when he saw this scene. He quickly put the bowl aside and walked over quickly, stretching out a hand and patting Wu's back slowly.
After doing this for a while, Wu finally recovered.
"Wu, what's wrong with you?"
Han Cheng asked worriedly. There was already sweat on his forehead. When he was frightened by Wu's state, another layer of sweat suddenly broke out.
"Son of God, I am going to die."
Wu straightened up and looked at Han Cheng who was full of sadness and weakness and said.
As soon as these words came out, Han Cheng's heart beat violently. After a moment of pause, it started beating like a drum. His legs and feet were a little sore. He was unsteady and almost fell to the ground.
Looking at Wu, Han Cheng felt dizzy.
How is this possible! How can you die just because you want to?
In the entire tribe, Wu is the person that Han Cheng respects the most, treating him like an elder.
Han Cheng just wanted this old man, who was becoming more and more childish, to stay with him and the tribe like this forever.
I went to see the minors in the tribe grow up, and to see the tribe getting better little by little with the efforts of everyone. Why is it that it is suddenly about to die now?
While feeling dizzy, Han Cheng's nose was also sore uncontrollably, and he had the urge to burst into tears.
Wu, who was sitting on the stone, reached out to support Han Cheng, who was shaking, and asked Han Cheng to sit side by side with him on the stone.
"Wu, what are you doing?"
With Wu's support, Han Cheng, who was shaking his body and sitting on the stone, looked at Wu's question. His voice was trembling, his throat was extremely dry, and his tears were dripping uncontrollably.
Wu did not expect that the Son of God would have such a big reaction after learning the news that he was going to die.
After a brief period of discomfort, being infected by such an atmosphere, and thinking that he would never see these things again, Wu felt even more sad, and tears fell from his cloudy eyes.
"I'm old and I still can't eat food."
After a while of this, the wizard looked particularly sad and said.
"Don't worry witch"
After hearing Wu tell the reason, more tears suddenly came out of Han Cheng's eyes. He opened his mouth to comfort Wu, but after comforting him halfway, Han Cheng suddenly froze, and his next words were all stuck.
In my throat, I even forgot to shed tears.
"Wu, what do you think you are?!"
After being stunned for a while, Han Cheng looked at Wu who was sitting there with a grief-stricken face and was still crying, and quickly asked again.
"I am old. If I can't eat food, I will die if I can't eat it."
Wu's worries, attachment to life and fear of death that he had suppressed from yesterday to today were aroused by Han Chengdu. They were at the moment of explosion. When Han Cheng asked him this question, he felt even more sad.
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Are you old? You can’t eat anymore?!
Is this the basis for your judgment that you are going to die?!
Han Cheng, who had stopped crying at all, looked at Wu, who was sitting there so sad that he was about to burst into tears, and his whole body felt like he was getting an electric shock.
Is there anyone as scary as you? Is there anyone like you who can trick people into crying?
Wu, you made me cry. I haven’t settled the accounts with you yet, but you are still here crying non-stop. Doesn’t your conscience hurt?!
Han Cheng, who was caught off guard by this unexpected answer, stood here and didn't know what to say to express his feelings for a moment.
The reason why I can't eat is because the weather is too hot. There are so many people in the tribe who don't have a good appetite these days. How come they are involved in the death?
Let's just say, I heard the noises he and Yuan were making at night a few days ago. It makes no sense that he was already dying just after a few days.
"Wu, don't be sad, you're fine!"
Before, Han Cheng's half-sentence was still comforting, but this time it has become completely certain.
After hearing Han Cheng's words, Wu, who was crying there, was stunned for a moment, and then started crying even harder.
The Son of God must be lying to himself. He is the oldest in the tribe and he can no longer eat food. How could he be okay?
Seeing that Wu was crying even harder, Han Cheng felt helpless. He didn't know how to persuade this old man who couldn't stop crying.
At this moment, Han Cheng's eyes suddenly lit up as he glanced at the bowl of jelly that he had put aside.
"Wu, don't cry. Let's eat a bowl of my newly made jelly first."
Han Cheng came to Wu with jelly in hand and said.
Wu, who was crying vigorously, felt disgusted again when he heard Han Cheng talking about food.
"I won't eat, I won't eat"
After Wu retched twice, he straightened up and waved his hands repeatedly.
"This food is different from the previous ones. It's very refreshing. I don't really want to eat these days. I just had three big bowls!"
Han Cheng said with a look of aftertaste. In order to increase credibility, he even exaggerated one bowl to three bowls.
There is no way, old children, old children, sometimes they have to be coaxed as children.
After Han Cheng said these words, Wu who was waving his hands was stunned for a moment.
"real?"
Wu wiped away a handful of old tears and looked at Han Cheng in a daze.
"Of course it's true!"
Han Cheng said with great conviction and moved the jelly bowl in his hand towards Wu.
Wu just wanted to pick him up, but a wave of annoyance came over him again. After doing this twice, Wu gave up the idea of eating.
"Witch, close your eyes and don't look. Take a bite and taste it first."
Han Cheng looked a little anxious and felt a little worried about Wu.
Wu listened to Han Cheng's advice and closed his eyes, and Han Cheng came to feed him with a bowl.
But the witch with his eyes closed had a look of determination on his face, as if he was ready to die.
"Open your mouth." Han Cheng said.
Wu opened his mouth, and Han Cheng put a chopstick of jelly into Wu's mouth.
The jelly is cool and smooth in the mouth, with the sourness of vinegar and spicy and fragrant garlic.
Wu, who was already half-nauseated, suddenly stopped feeling nauseous when he realized that the taste was indeed different from the food he usually eats.
He was stunned for a moment with his mouth half open, and then suddenly accelerated his chewing speed.
He swallowed the jelly in his mouth three times or two.
The eyes that were tightly closed also opened. Looking at the bowl in Han Cheng's hand and the jelly in the bowl, he no longer felt sick. Instead, his eyes lit up, and he wanted to pounce on the delicious jelly in the bowl.
All the food was eaten into the stomach.
When Han Cheng saw this, he put his chopsticks into the witch's mouth again.
After being fed like this by Han Cheng for two bites, Wu felt that eating like this was not enough, so he took the rice bowl from Han Cheng's hand and kept pulling it into his mouth, unable to even raise his head while eating.
The speed of eating was as fast as the wind and the remaining clouds. In just a moment, a big bowl of jelly was gone.
Is such a fast eating speed something an old man can possess?
He was so fierce that even he was amazed and resigned to defeat. Is this what a person who can't eat enough to die can do?
"Witch, does this rice smell good?"
Han Cheng looked at Wu who finished a large bowl of jelly in one go, sniffed and asked.
"Smells! It smells so good!"
Wu admired sincerely.
Then he raised his neck and drank up some of the remaining juice in the bowl. After smacking his lips, he looked at Han Cheng and asked with hope: "Son of God, is there any more rice?"
