This conspicuous plant has long and narrow leaves, which are somewhat similar to the leaves of corn.
However, it is also very different. The leaves are much narrower than those of corn, and more similar to the sorghum that was called sorghum in Han Cheng's hometown in later generations.
But there are still many differences from the sorghum in Han Cheng's memory. Instead, it is more similar to another thing he is familiar with.
This kind of thing is called sweet millet stalk among them.
The so-called sweet millet stalk is a kind of sugar cane similar to that in the south, but it has many different things from sugar cane.
In terms of growing climate, things like sweet millet stalks grow in relatively northern places, and their demand for heat and water is not as great as that of sugar cane.
In addition, the segments of sweet millet stalks are very long, each segment can be compared to two or three segments of sugar cane.
But it is much thinner than sugar cane.
The difference in appearance between the two is very similar to the difference between corn stalks and sorghum stalks.
Moreover, sugar cane generally has purple or red skin, while sweet millet stalks basically have green skin.
When Han Cheng was a child, sweet millet sticks were definitely a very attractive and good thing, especially for children.
I would have a meeting somewhere, go all the way to see a play with the adults, and be very happy if I could eat a piece of sweet millet stalk.
However, like most rural children at that time, what Han Cheng ate most was not the sweet corn stalks that needed to be bought with money, but the small ungrown corn stalks that were eaten by adults who were hoeing or mowing the grass.
In a field of corn, there will always be a lot of corn that has not grown due to various factors, and it is usually only as thick as an adult's little finger.
Even if such corn stalks are full of corn, they are only a little bigger.
However, compared with those strong corn stalks, this unopened corn stalk appears sweeter, especially the part from the root to the position where the corn is formed.
Therefore, they are often cut off by adults with sickles, and the upper leaves are removed, leaving only the stems for the children who follow them to eat them as sweet millet stems.
Not to mention, this is really a good thing to entertain children.
At least Han Cheng himself had never been coaxed by his family with such things when he was a child.
Cut five or seven corn stalks with a sickle, and then put Han Cheng and these thin corn stalks in the shade of the field. The adults began to hoe the ground with straw hats on.
As for Han Cheng, he will never cause trouble until he has finished eating these corn stalks.
After all, children of that era had an extraordinary desire for sweetness, and these small corn stalks were more enjoyable to eat than the white hairy grass roots.
At this time, Han Cheng was naturally happy to see something here that looked very similar to the sweet millet sticks in his memory.
If this thing is really sweet millet stalk, it means that my tribe will have a very delicious snack in the future.
This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that you can use the juice of the sweet millet stalks to boil sugar.
The candy made with this kind of thing will definitely taste more pure than the fruit candy he made with fruits.
More importantly, the yield of this kind of thing is definitely much higher than that of fruit sugar.
If you want to know whether this thing is the sweet millet stick in your memory, it is not easy to determine just by looking at the similar appearance. The most direct and effective way is to use your teeth to identify it.
Just like how to tell if a chicken is young.
So Han Chengcheng took a sickle from the person accompanying him and struck at the thicker one on the edge that looked like a sweet millet stick.
After cutting it off, use a sickle to cut off the ungrown branches, then remove the leaves growing on it, and use the sickle to scrape the remaining stem up and down, leaving a layer of white frost on the surface.
They rolled up and fell to the ground one after another.
The movements are very skillful.
After it was done, he couldn't wait to bring the root end to his mouth, and peeled off a piece of skin with his teeth.
After a while, Han Cheng had completely peeled off the bottom section.
Bite off a piece and chew slowly, and some sweetness will spread in your mouth.
However, this kind of sweetness is very weak, the texture is not good, it seems a bit difficult to chew, and it has more residue and less juice.
Moreover, this sweetness is not very authentic, with some green flavor.
If such a situation occurs, it is within Han Cheng's acceptance range.
After all, those sweet millet stalks planted in later generations were the result of many years and generations of domestication. The ones he encountered now were still the ones that grew wildly in the primitive era.
Moreover, now is not a good time to produce sweet millet stalks. Generally, these will not be fully grown until autumn.
The one I started with just now can only be regarded as a seedling that has just bloomed. It is already very good to have some light sweetness.
As for the not-so-good green flavor, this is completely normal.
Looking at the original piece of sweet millet stalks in front of him and feeling the taste in his mouth, Han Cheng's face was full of smiles. It was really unexpected for him to encounter something like sweet millet stalks here.
Expected surprise.
It's something I didn't think about at all.
In later generations, Han Cheng did not know whether such a thing as sweet millet stalk existed in the Sichuan Basin.
But it is not known how many years have passed since then, and it is not uncommon for situations like this to occur.
"Son of God, what is this?"
After the people who followed saw their divine son taking a bite of something they had never seen before, they looked like they couldn't hold back their smiles and couldn't help but ask questions.
There are even many people whose heartbeats can't help but become faster, thinking that what their God Son is eating now is the extremely important rice that he told them not long ago.
"This is sweet millet stalk! It tastes very sweet when ripe. It can be used to make sugar. The sugar produced is sweeter than fruit sugar.
You can still eat it raw, just like I did just now, but if you eat too much, your mouth will easily get blood blisters."
Han Cheng raised the sweet millet stalk in his hand that was still immature and had already been brutally attacked by him, and said to everyone with a smile.
After hearing that this thing was not rice, the people in the tribe couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. However, after learning the use of sweet millet stalks from Han Cheng, everyone's slight disappointment suddenly disappeared and all turned into
A deep surprise.
Compared with people of later generations, people living in this era are more difficult to resist sweetness. After all, before Han Cheng invented fruit candies, the people in the tribe had never eaten real candies.
You can only experience sweetness from some fruits.
After eating fruit candies, they were deeply impressed by the goodness of the candies. The sweet taste seemed to be sweet from the mouth to the heart.
Now, when their god son said that this thing called sweet millet stalks could actually be boiled to make sugar sweeter than fruit candies, they were naturally very excited.
Looking at this piece of sugar cane, green light shines in everyone's eyes.
A breeze blew by, and the sweet millet stalks swayed. Their leaves collided with each other, making a "swirling" sound, as if they felt the murderous aura from a group of foodies, and they were trembling there.
Regardless of whether it was trembling or not, these people followed Han Cheng's example, cut off some with a sickle, peeled off the outer skin with their teeth, and started eating.
"Eat less, just take a couple of bites by yourself and you'll be fine."
Han Cheng spoke to everyone at the right time.
Although he was basically certain that this thing was sweet millet stalks, it was not autumn yet, so there was still a certain chance that he would admit his mistake.
It's never wrong to be careful.
Of course, everyone listened to Han Cheng's words. Although some people wanted to eat more, they stopped eating after hearing what Han Cheng said.
However, the last bite that the second senior brother took was so big that it was almost impossible to turn it over in his mouth.
The unexpected appearance of sweet millet poles immediately enlivened the atmosphere of the team. Everyone looked at these sweet millet poles for a while and erected two poles to make the place look more conspicuous. After Han Cheng
Under the leadership of the leader, we walked downstream for a short distance, and then began to cross this swamp-like area to the east.
As he walked, Han Cheng looked at the surrounding plants, trying to find traces of rice.
There is a saying that good fortune is unparalleled until today, and misfortune comes tomorrow. This sentence is very suitable for the Qingque tribe headed by Han Cheng today.
Along with everyone, Han Chenggong saw something that surprised him a short distance inside!
About seven or eight meters away from him, there was a patch of plants growing. These plants were green and green, and their leaves also looked a bit narrow and long, but they were much smaller than the leaves of the sweet millet stalks that I saw not long ago.
Moreover, unlike many grass plants that crawl on the water or live on the ground, these plants appear to be relatively tall and grow upright.
It is very similar to the rice that Han Cheng misses.
"Stop!"
Han Cheng shouted to everyone, his voice trembling involuntarily.
After hearing Han Cheng's voice, everyone stopped and turned their attention to Han Cheng.
After seeing their divine son staring at a plant not far away, looking extremely excited, everyone suddenly became excited, and some people's heartbeats couldn't help but beat violently again.
The second senior brother even felt that his mouth was a little dry and his breathing was a little short.
Shi Shi, who was following Han Cheng not far away, had also fixed his gaze on the plant not far away, his heart beating like a drum.
"God...Son of God, is this...water...rice?"
Shitou stretched out his hand to wipe some snot that flowed out involuntarily because he was too excited, and he stuttered a bit when he spoke.
"I...I'm not...not sure either!"
Han Cheng, who also stuttered a bit, replied like this.
Fortunately, Han Cheng spoke like this just now. If it had been someone else, many people in the tribe would have been unable to help but complain.
What is this? You don’t know if it’s true or not. Why are you so excited?
Han Cheng really wasn't talking nonsense here. He really wasn't sure whether what he saw in front of him was rice.
The best time to identify something like rice is when there are flowers or heavy ears after the ears grow. It is easy to distinguish it from other similar weeds.
Of course, if the seedlings are neatly planted in paddy fields in later generations, even if they are just inserted, people can still easily distinguish them from other things. After all, people cannot specifically plant other miscellaneous plants in paddy fields.
Grass.
There are many weeds that resemble seedlings. For example, barnyard grass in the ‘Grain and Barnyard Indistinguishable’ species looks very similar to rice when it is a seedling, making it easy for people to confuse them.
In the hometown where Han Cheng lived for later generations, the main crops were wheat, corn, peanuts, and soybeans. It was basically dry land, and only a small amount of paddy fields could be found under small earthen dams.
When I was young, I would plant some rice in the paddy field assigned to my family every year, and after harvesting, I would eat it at home.
When it gets bigger, these paddy fields will basically be deserted, and no one will plant rice anymore, or even soybeans.
So really speaking, he is far less familiar with crops such as rice than wheat.
At this time, it is normal for me to be confused and confused as to whether the rice that appears in front of me is the rice that I am thinking about, or some weeds similar to rice.
"Go over and have a look."
Han Cheng said this and began to walk towards the plant that looked like rice with the others.
Stopping in front of this plant, Han Cheng began to lower his head and look at these plants carefully.
It looks very similar to the rice in my memory, but at the same time, it feels like some weeds similar to rice that I have seen before. It is very uncomfortable, and my mood is like a roller coaster, up and down, and endlessly tangled.
After struggling like this for a while, Han Cheng's eyes lit up when he saw the dry grass stems lying in the water, or the hay stems standing there without falling.
Because some dry grass stems still have some stems after earing.
But basically there are no fruits left.
Almost half a year has passed since last autumn. Many ripe fruits have fallen into the water under the wind, sun and rain.
These newly grown, rice-like things are testimony to this.
As for those who are nostalgic and stay in the mother's arms and are unwilling to leave the fruit, they basically enter the belly of the bird.
Judging from the presence of bird droppings on the muddy ground and grass blades, we know that these birds often come here to enjoy the autumn breeze.
But the autumn breeze of birds is still not as good as that of humans.
Just like now.
"See if there are any seeds on it!"
Han Cheng said to the people around him, and he himself had already stretched out his hands and started groping for a hay stalk in front of him. After receiving the order, the others also followed his example and started groping for the dried grass stems.
Moved his hands.
During this process, everyone was very careful and tried not to step on these rice plants, just like they used to be careful when weeding crops in the tribal fields.
"Son of God! Here are some!"
After a while, a man shouted excitedly and spread his calloused palms.
There are several small fruits in his palm.
"Bring it over and let me see!"
After hearing such a voice, Han Cheng's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly raised his head to look at the man's palm. After looking at it, his heart couldn't help but beat violently again, boom.
The sound was like beating a drum, and the whole person was so excited that he couldn't control himself.
The rest of the people who heard that person's words also suddenly raised their heads at the same moment, with many surprises, expectations, and burning eyes focused on this person.
And that man, because he had found something that might be extremely important to the tribe, his face turned red with excitement, and his body was trembling involuntarily.
He couldn't wait to go towards where Han Cheng was. After taking a step, he suddenly woke up. He quickly closed his open palms and clenched his fists tightly, fearing that if he was not careful, the fruits in his hands would be destroyed.
It will just disappear.
After Han Cheng said those words, he moved towards this person, and a moment later, the two met.
"God, Son of God..."
The man said excitedly, and slowly opened his tightly clenched palms, and at the same time put his other hand underneath to prepare for protection.
As the Son of God, Han Cheng's condition was no better than this man's. He felt so excited that he didn't know where to put his hands.
It's not that he hasn't seen the world before, but because in later generations, the rice that can be thrown away at will if you can't finish it, is of extremely important significance to him and their tribe in this era!
A new type of food, but one that has been proven by thousands of years or even longer history to be very important to a tribe, or to an entire era.
He raised his hand and shook it vigorously to calm his hand a little. Then he carefully picked up a small fruit from the trembling palm of the tribal man and placed it carefully in front of his eyes.
of sizing up.
The fruit is not big, with some pointy ends. The color looks a bit black because it has been exposed to wind and sun for a long time.
Despite this, Han Cheng was extremely fascinated by it, as if he was seeing the best scenery and the most precious treasure, with a fool's smile on his face.
After looking at it like this and giggling for a while, he pinched it with his fingers, pinched it with his nails, and began to carefully peel off the outer layer of hard shell.
Although I have told myself countless times in my heart, as a person from later generations who has seen the world, and is also the son of God of the Qingque tribe, now I am just facing a small grain of rice. What's the point?
Worth the excitement?
You must be calm and maintain a tall and powerful image in the hearts of everyone. You must not act like a country bumpkin who has never seen the world.
But when I started peeling it off, my hands couldn't help but tremble slightly.
After a while, one of the two pointed fruits was peeled open by Han Cheng, revealing a somewhat white color with a hazy and transparent feel.
Although Han Cheng had basically determined that these fruits were rice when he saw the appearance of the fruits in the hands of the tribesman, but now he peeled off the shells and saw the familiarity of the fruits.
After seeing some unfamiliar colors, I felt completely relieved, and a strong joy also surged into my heart.
Han Dashenzi, who was so happy that he felt like he had been pooped on, continued to move his hands, and within a short time, all the outer shells of the fruit were peeled off.
A small fruit fell into his palm.
This is a small rice grain, with an irregular cylindrical shape, whitish color, and a slightly translucent feeling. It is not as good looking as the polished rice bought by later generations, and it is not as big as the common rice grains of later generations, only about half the size.
But Han Cheng was still grinning from ear to ear.
Because, this is a grain of rice!
After Han Cheng picked up a grain of millet from this man's hand, the people who followed him gathered around. They all stretched out their heads, stared, and looked at the movements of their son of God with stern eyes. After Han Cheng started
When they were peeling the rice, their hearts were in their throats.
At this time, everyone saw the unusually beautiful fruit in the hands of the Son of God, and the bright smile on the Son of God's face as if he had eaten magpie shit, and everyone started laughing stupidly.
Especially after remembering the benefits of rice that Shenzi mentioned before, the smiles on everyone's faces became even brighter.
"You peel it off."
Han Cheng picked up a few grains of rice from the hands of the man who found the rice, and gave one grain to the man. The other grains were given to Brother 2 and Brother Sha who were standing closer, and asked them to peel them together.
, let them share this joy together.
The few people who had been given the grains all looked excited and imitated Han Cheng's example, using their nails to peel off the husk on the outside of the grains. After a while, several similar grains of rice appeared in their hands.
Everyone carefully held it in their palms and looked at it carefully. They thought it was extremely beautiful.
While watching, no one dared to express their anger, fearing that they would drop this extremely precious thing.
A few grains of rice began to circulate in the hands of everyone, and everyone personally touched this new food, which was of extremely important significance to the tribe.
Finally, these few grains of rice returned to Han Cheng's hands.
Holding these few grains of rice in his hands, he looked at the grinning tribesmen, and then looked at the rice growing in front of him, some sparse and some dense. Han Cheng smiled like a fool.
At Han Cheng's signal, everyone once again touched the old rice that had not been touched before, looking for some rice that might have survived.
When doing this, everyone was very careful, for fear of stepping on these precious seedlings.
After some searching, Han Cheng and the others found about a hundred more grains of rice with husks.
After marking the area where rice grows with eye-catching marks, Han Cheng and his party were in a very good mood and continued to walk forward through the muddy water, leaving a line of marks.
On the way back, they found several large and small patches of rice growing near this area, and got some rice with husks.
But after I got far away from here, I didn’t meet him again...
