Chapter 820: The Leader of the Wind Tribe Who Wants to Challenge the Son of God (Three in One)
The reason why Han Cheng was misled is simple.
Tofu skin, according to the literal meaning, is of course the layer of skin on the outside of tofu.
When Han Cheng first tried to make tofu skin, he was working in this direction.
No matter how I try, I only start after boiling the boiled soy milk with brine.
Of course, you cannot make tofu skin under such circumstances. Even if you squeeze the tofu hard and squeeze out all the water in the tofu, you will only get dried tofu, not tofu skin.
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Now after listening to Qingcao describing her process of making tofu skin, Han Cheng suddenly understood!
It happened that the last pot of soy milk had not been made into tofu, so Han Cheng Bento decided to try making tofu skin again according to what Qing Cao just said.
If it can be made successfully, then another item will be added to the tribe's food ingredients.
The raw soy milk is poured into the pottery pot, and after being heated by a flame, it becomes cooked soy milk.
The cooked soy milk was scooped into the large vat. After a while, there was indeed something like a solidified film on the surface.
Han Cheng reached out and tried to lift it out of the jar, but he quickly gave up the attempt because it was too burning for his hands.
If you can't do it by hand, you have to use tools, so Han Cheng brought a wooden shovel for turning vegetables.
Poke the wooden shovel from the edge of the pottery jar, lift it slightly upwards, and the entire unformed tofu skin will rise, with soy milk dripping down.
Han Cheng picked it up with a wooden shovel. After waiting here for a while to let the soy milk on the tofu skin drip down almost, he picked up the tofu skin and came to the clean bamboo pole that had just been placed there.
superior.
Then he started to put it on the bamboo pole.
It was this attempt that made Han Cheng give up his plan to use a wooden shovel to pick out the tofu skin.
Because the tofu skin picked out with a wooden shovel is overlapping and stuck together in many places, you can't pull it hard because the thin tofu skin will break if you use a little more force on your hands.
It’s more difficult than pancakes that failed to turn over the first time.
Holding a wooden shovel and looking at the ugly-looking tofu skin hung on a bamboo pole, Han Cheng frowned and began to think of a solution.
Not long after, he put down the wooden shovel in his hand, told Qinghua Qingcao and others in the kitchen, and then turned around and walked outside.
While Qinghua and others were waiting, Han Cheng, who had gone out for a while, came back with two broken bamboo pieces in his hand.
The bamboo slices are more than one meter long, about three centimeters wide and two to three millimeters thick.
Han Cheng cleaned the two bamboo pieces and brought them to the large vat containing soy milk.
At this time, the top layer of soy milk in the vat has solidified into a thin film again.
Han Cheng held a piece of bamboo in one hand, stretched it vertically from the edge of the vat, and then picked it up.
Following his movements, the entire film was completely lifted up by two separate bamboo pieces.
Moreover, unlike when using a wooden shovel, the lifted film is still spread out and not glued together.
Han Cheng stood here with a piece of bamboo to drain the soy milk on it for a while, then picked it up and put it on the bamboo pole.
There are no extra wrinkles on the whole tofu skin, let alone folding together like the previous one. It is perfect.
After Han Dashenzi was intoxicated with himself for a while, he came to the pottery vat again. After a moment of waiting, on top of the soy milk that had just been peeled off, another layer of skin gradually solidified and took shape.
Han Cheng took the bamboo piece in hand and struck again.
Han Cheng's idea of using two bamboo slices to pick tofu skin didn't come out of nowhere. When he was thinking of a way, he remembered the bald boss of the soybean and spicy soup restaurant who used bamboo slices to eat breakfast in later generations.
It's a matter of flipping a puff pastry with a diameter of fifty centimeters or more.
I copied it and used it, and found that it really works.
After Han Cheng picked out a few pictures in succession, he handed over this task to Qingcao, who had been watching for a long time.
The method of making this tofu skin was discovered by Qing Cao, and Han Cheng improved it based on Qing Cao's discovery, making it more perfect.
This relationship is similar to Cai Lun's improvement of papermaking technology based on the work of his predecessors, making paper more usable.
Well...it can't be said that it's exactly the same. Han Cheng still has a source of happiness...
Because this tofu skin has a lot to do with him, and he has received great praise from the Son of God for it, Qingcao is very conscientious in picking up the tofu skin. Not only is he efficient, the quality is good, but he doesn't feel tired. Compared with
The new calcium medium calcium and high calcium tablets that are said to be effective even after taking "a fart that makes me collapse on the fifth floor without any effort".
As a result, in less than half a day, there were already several bamboo poles of tofu skin in the large dining hall of the Qingque Tribe.
Faced with a new ingredient like tofu skin, Han Cheng, who didn't have much to do, started cooking it himself in the afternoon.
Put a cleaned pig head and eight pig trotters into the large vat, put a stack of square tofu skins in the middle, and put a layer of pork on top. After adding water and seasonings, let people light the fire and start stewing.
It is said that if you want to make a good pot of braised pork, there are a lot of things to pay attention to, from the selection of materials to the ingredients to the heat.
Han Cheng never did the job of braised pork in his later generations, but if he couldn't make a good one, he could still make something with average taste.
The braised meat he makes is for the people of the tribe to eat, not for sale. There is no "thrilling jump" of the product, so there is no need to worry about losing money.
As for the fact that some people might find the stewed food unpalatable, it was completely out of Han Cheng's consideration.
There are many people in their tribe who can eat big meat boiled in plain water and can eat two or three kilograms at a time. Now this braised pork with all kinds of seasonings that can be found in the tribe, if it is not unanimously welcomed by everyone,
Good reviews are weird.
Sure enough, before the braised pork was out of the pot, Wu, Senior Brother and others had already followed the scent to the kitchen, greedily inhaling the scent of the braised pork and unwilling to leave.
After Han Cheng asked the person who made the fire to stew slowly over low heat, he looked at the sky outside and took out a clay pot from a strange building outside. He removed the snow in the pot and exposed it.
the contents inside.
This is the liver left over from the pigs that were slaughtered after winter.
After being cooked by Han Cheng, he put it in a basin and stored it in what he called a refrigerator.
This is really a refrigerator.
A lot of clean ice from the river is placed inside the 50-centimeter one-story building, and clean snow is piled outside the building. After the ingredients are put inside, they will be surrounded by ice and snow.
Under such circumstances, the refrigerator can fully exert its function of preserving freshness. As long as the cold winter does not pass, the effectiveness of this refrigerator will not be compromised.
Without any means, poverty can not only make people full of fighting spirit, but also allow people to give full play to their intelligence and talents under limited conditions, use everything, and come up with useful things, although they are a bit crude...
Cut the pork liver into slices, cut some pickled cabbage into shreds, cut the fresh tofu skin into shreds, put it in the pot and cook it, then put some small rapeseed in it when it is out of the pot, and you will have a pot of delicious sour food.
The fragrant pork liver soup also appeared successfully...
“Delicious! Delicious!”
Sure enough, as Han Cheng thought, these guys in the tribe are all great foodies, and there is no such thing as bad food. When they eat the food cooked by Han Cheng, everyone is full of praise.
I want to use all my knowledge and words of praise on the wise Son of God.
Not only was the tofu skin not left, but even the stewed pork soup was scooped up by these cruel guys and poured over dry millet rice.
Among them, Qingcao eats braised tofu skin the most, which Han Cheng specially told in order to commend Qingcao for discovering the method of making tofu skin.
Soybeans are really a very magical thing!
The leader of the original Huangguo tribe who had eaten tofu skin, now Dou, was thinking with emotion while reminiscing about the taste of tofu skin.
Such a good food was actually disliked by himself and others when he was in his tribe. Thinking about it now, Dou felt that he was too ignorant...
Han Cheng looked at the cleanly eaten food and couldn't help but stand with his hands behind his back again. He was indeed a hidden genius. Not only was he ranked first in the world in flute skills, he was also ranked first in cooking skills.
Number one in the world.
It's so cold at high places...
A certain shameless son of God was sighing here without any sense of shame.
If future generations of people who are proficient in cooking heard his shameless lament, they would probably hit him on the head with a spoon...
There are surprises every year, especially this year. If the unexpected appearance of tofu skin made Han Cheng feel very happy, then the surprises brought by the return of Junior Brother Sha, Mao and other members of the trade team directly made Han Cheng happy.
About to faint.
Looking at the people in the team who were wrapped in animal skins and looking at him and others in fear, Han Cheng smiled and his little tongue trembled.
Although when the old primitive man and others returned, the old primitive man and the others had expressed to Han Cheng that after returning, they would persuade the leader and them to join the tribe with the remaining people in the tribe, and Han Cheng was also very enthusiastic.
People made preparations to help the remaining people of the Wind Tribe and the Linfeng Tribe to migrate to their own tribe in the winter, but Han Cheng was still not sure whether the old primitive people could succeed.
After all, the situation of the Wind Tribe and the Linfeng Tribe is different from the Pig Tribe, Sheep Tribe, and Huangguo Tribe that joined their tribe before.
Those tribes choose to join their own tribes because they can no longer survive relying solely on themselves. However, the Wind Tribe and the Linfeng Tribe are not at the end of their rope. They can completely survive on their own strength.
Especially after the old primitive people relied on building roads to earn food and salt from their own tribe for most of the past six months, it became even more difficult for them to join their tribe.
After living here for more than ten years and coming into contact with so many tribes, Han Cheng knew the leaders of these tribes quite well.
Most leaders, when the tribe's life is still passable, will rarely take the initiative to join other tribes, even if this tribe seems so wealthy and beautiful.
If this were not the case, under the continued influence of the Qingque Tribe on the surrounding tribes, the population of the Qingque Tribe would definitely be much larger than it is now.
It is precisely because of knowing this that Han Cheng formulated a strategy to attract people from the Wind Tribe and neighboring Wind Tribes to continue working in his own tribe and continue to assimilate.
However, no matter what he thought or considered before, the people of these two tribes have now come to his own tribe collectively, and they are also preparing to join their own tribe.
Looking at the old primitive man standing there and smiling as if he was showing off his merits, Han Cheng couldn't help but sigh. No wonder the old primitive man would take the initiative to persuade the people in his tribe to join his tribe.
, it turns out that the old primitive people were already sure.
Thinking about it, if he was not sure, the old primitive man would not take the initiative to tell himself about this matter.
It seemed that he was looking down on others this time. This old primitive man was really a talent. He was actually able to convince the people of his tribe to accomplish this matter.
This guy doesn't seem to talk too much on weekdays, but he didn't expect that he would be so reliable at the critical moment and be able to convince their leader. He seems to be a hidden master, and he is also known for his eloquence.
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From this point of view, if we encounter similar things in the future, we can send out the old primitive people as lobbyists...
Han Cheng thought like this, and the smile on his face became brighter. Sure enough, as long as you discover with your heart, talents will emerge in any era!
Thinking this way, Han Cheng, who became more and more excited, stepped forward and reached out to hold the old primitive man's hand, and said eagerly: "How did you convince your leader to agree to take the remaining people with him?"
Join our tribe together?"
When the respected Son of God asked about this matter, the old primitive man showed a humble smile on his face.
He didn't speak, but used force on his hands to break free of Han Cheng's hands.
Han Cheng felt the strength of the old primitive man's hand and loosened his hand. He thought that the old primitive man felt that he could not express this wonderful verbal battle in words.
However, the next move of the old primitive man made Han Cheng a little confused, because the old primitive man who had his hands free did not dance and start talking as Han Cheng expected, but bowed down without saying a word.
He raised his waist, raised one leg, and touched the shoes on his feet with one hand.
What? Did the old primitive man have itchy feet?
Han Cheng looked at the old primitive man who looked a little confused and guessed this.
As soon as his thoughts arose, he was shattered to pieces by the old primitive man's next move.
Under Han Cheng's stunned gaze, the old primitive man took off his shoes without scratching his feet.
The old primitive man took off his shoes and held them in his hands. There was a layer of excitement and sacredness on his face. He held up the shoes that looked very tasty after walking along the way: "Let's reason with the leader, he won't
Listen, I hit him with my shoe, and once I hit him, he agreed..."
Looking at the old primitive man who looked upright and spoke seriously, the stunned Han Cheng became even more stunned.
Where is this going?
What was the promised heated exchange of words? What was promised about the river flowing backward and the iron tree blooming? How come in the end, it was the bottom of the shoes who took turns to play?
Old primitive man, don’t you think there’s something wrong with your persuasive approach?
This kind of persuasion and education carried out by big shoes is almost catching up with the method of courtship practiced by some tribes - if you like any primitive woman, you just go over and knock her out with a stick, and then go back to the bridal chamber.
Sure enough, I was overthinking it. It was impossible to expect these people who lacked language skills and most of them could not speak very fluently to show a style similar to those famous speakers from the Warring States Period.
Carrying the soles of your shoes to conduct persuasive education is an approach suitable for this era.
This writer really can't have too much inner drama...
Han Cheng looked at the old primitive man who was holding the shoes that exuded a wonderful smell and told himself with great interest how he persuaded and educated the leader, and felt such a sigh in his heart.
It seems that if you want to persuade and educate a certain tribe in the future, you can still let the old primitive people do it. There is no need for big shoe soles to show off. The old primitive people only need to take off their shoes and put them in the mouth of the person being educated.
A slap on the nose will make anyone, no matter how stubborn, give in...
"Okay! You did a great job!"
Han Cheng gave two thumbs up to the old primitive man who put on his shoes reluctantly at his gesture, and highly praised him.
Han Dashenzi, who originally liked shaking hands with others, was going to shake hands affectionately with the old primitive man who had made great contributions. He just remembered the heroic appearance of the old primitive man shaking hands with his shoes just now, and when he put on his shoes, he stopped by.
After all the things about being kicked, Han Cheng still couldn't muster up the courage...
After getting a good understanding of what happened after they returned through the old primitive people here, Han Cheng highly praised the Wind Tribe, headed by the old primitive people, and the people of the Linfeng Tribe.
After completing these necessary things, Han Cheng smiled and walked towards the leader of the Wind Tribe and others who came to his tribe for the first time.
It is Han Cheng's principle to do this kind of thing by first praising and caring for those who have contributed to the tribe and the old hands, and then paying attention to the newcomers who join the tribe.
These old hands have worked hard for the tribe for so long, and they have worked hard without any credit. It is impossible for newcomers to reach the standards of the old hands or surpass them as soon as they arrive here.
At least it won't work here in Han Cheng.
The leader of the Wind Tribe, who was wrapped in fur and had fur on his head, stood in the courtyard of the Qingque Tribe, looking extremely shocked and dizzy. Even the old primitive man, carrying his shoes, told Han Cheng that he was
No matter how I persuaded myself and others, there was no response.
His dull gaze slowly swept across the outer courtyard of the Qingque Tribe, seeing large herds of deer, large herds of sheep, humming wild boars, chickens raising their heads and crowing, tall caves like mountain walls, large numbers of people...
Everywhere you look, there are extremely shocking scenes.
On the way here, the leader of the Wind Tribe had already seen too many shocking things, and thought that was all there was to the Qingque Tribe and was the best thing he had ever seen.
Finally, after he actually came to the Qingque Tribe, he realized that what he was shocked by before was just a small part of it.
There are so many places in the real Qingque Tribe that can shock people!
It turns out that this is what the old primitive people said, this is what the kind-hearted Qingque tribe really looks like!
"Hello, welcome to the Qingque Tribe."
Han Cheng came to the leader of the Wind Tribe who was shocked and turned into a sculpture, smiled and said to him, and extended his hand to the leader of the Wind Tribe.
"￥%df..."
The old primitive man on the side translated and told the stupid Wind Tribe leader Han Cheng’s identity and the meaning of what he said.
Seeing this person who came to him, spoke in a giggling voice, and held his hand affectionately, the leader of the Wind Tribe once again fell into a daze.
Because the person in front of me doesn't look strong at all, and he doesn't look too old either.
How could such a person become the highest-status person in this tribe?
After this sluggishness lasted for a while, the leader of the Wind Tribe's eyes suddenly lit up, and he felt that he could join the tribe in front of him.
Because the person with the highest status in front of him doesn't look strong at all, it should be very easy to defeat him by yourself.
According to past habits, as long as he challenges this person and knocks him down, he will become the number one person in this tribe.
In this way, he can lead more people. Such a large tribe will have to listen to him. This cave as majestic as the mountain wall, and all these foods will become his tribe's...
Good! It’s really good!
The leader of the Wind Tribe trembled with excitement when he thought of what it would be like to become the first person in the tribe and to have everything he saw in front of him that shocked him enough to be in his hands.
This is really great!
The leader of the Wind Tribe, who originally resisted joining the Qingque Tribe, suddenly stopped resisting.
Not only that, even the old primitive man who convinced him with his shoe sole no longer resented it.
Because if the old primitive man hadn’t persuaded and educated him and brought him here, how could he have discovered such a good opportunity?
Han Cheng looked at the wind tribe leader whose dull state disappeared after being shaken by him, and his eyes became bright and bright. He couldn't help but smile in his heart. He used his friendly image, gentle words, and graceful demeanor... to successfully influence him.
When I met a person, I saved him from the cold and hunger, and made him feel the warmth of spring...
I am so great! So amazing!
“#￥%…d…”
When Han Dashenzi was deeply intoxicated by him, the leader of the Wind Tribe, whose eyes were shining brightly under his influence, spoke...
