I am a chief in a primitive tribe

Because of the need to teach the clansmen, now Mu Feng has to wait, calculate the time, and the introduction is almost done, and when the people arrive, they can "start construction".

Looking at this moment, Mu Feng handed in the task: "System, hand in the task!" The

system prompts: "The stone mill is completed, and you will get 200 achievement points!

The hat is completed, and you will get 200 achievement points!

The cooking utensils are completed, and you will get 200 achievement points!

Discover the grass and get 200 achievement points!

Find the plantain and get 200 achievement points!

Discover edible perilla and get 200 achievement points! Now

the achievement point is: 1900 points!" Mu

Feng thought that there were 900 achievements left in the previous exchange of the Great Earth Dao Technique, and he had recently spent another 200 points, back and forth, and the data was not bad, so he nodded secretly.

What surprised him was that he had risen so many achievement points all of a sudden, and he suddenly felt like he was rich.

"System, how many achievement points will there be after the steamed bread is made?" he calculated in his heart, "What's wrong with steamed bread is also something that changes human eating habits, and the achievement point can't be lower." The

system replied: "After the steamed bun is made, you can get 500 points of achievement!" "

500 points of achievement?" Mu Feng muttered, "So little, didn't you get a thousand points of achievement for making fire before?"

System: "The impact of large-scale artificial fire making on the entire human race is far-reaching." But steamed bread only changes the eating habits of people in a certain area, and it can be replaced!"

Indeed, some places eat steamed buns, some places eat rice, and some places eat batter ......

If you think about it this way, 500 points is not low.

"Alright, I see!" Mu Feng nodded, looking at the clansmen who were walking briskly from a distance.

"Big Chief, are you going to teach us how to make steamed buns?"

"Hmm!" Mu Feng nodded, "Steamed buns will be the main food source of our tribe in the future, eating steamed buns can make us fuller, with the wild vegetables and various meats we planted, the children in the tribe will be healthier, we will be stronger, and the Jiang clan will be stronger!"

Hearing Mu Feng say this, all the clansmen who came came became excited one by one - stronger, stronger!

No one raised any doubts, just like Mu Feng said it should be.

Mu Feng sighed and thought that as long as everything was tied to the interests of the clansmen, they would no longer ask why.

It's a lot like a communication skill between people: if you want someone to listen to your suggestions and opinions, you can relate what you're saying to their interests, so it's easier to get buy-in.

After sighing, Mu Feng glanced at the crowd around him and said, "Okay, now you all know what to do, let's take a closer look, I'll teach you how to make steamed buns and wowotou, and these things in the tribe will be handed over to you in the future!"

"Yes!" Everyone nodded in surprise.

"That's good, you need to have alkaline water to mix the noodles, otherwise the steamed steamed buns will be sour. Mu Feng said, mixing the prepared plant ash with water, "But if the alkali content is too high, the steamed steamed bread will not only turn yellow in color, but also make the taste of the steamed bread astringent and bitter." "

What then?" someone asked.

"It's easy!" Mu Feng said with a smile, thinking of a local method, "Try it with your hands when you mix noodles, it's just right if it's not sticky." "

I see!"

The wood wind continues to mix with water, adding plant ash.

Making alkaline water from plant ash is very simple, but it is very labor-intensive.

Because it needs to be filtered over and over again.

But in order to let the clansmen eat delicious steamed buns, a little trouble is a little trouble.

Fortunately, the demand for alkali for making steamed buns is not high, otherwise you would have to be busy.

After the alkaline water is made, it is made into noodles.

He took a large clay pot, cleaned it inside and out, poured water, put the fermented dough primer in the water to dissolve, stirred well, and then put the ground corn flour on top.

Noodles are a physical job.

Mu Feng picked up the clay pot and put it on the table, and began to "hey, yell, roar" and make noodles, while competing with the noodles with both hands, while "cheering up" himself.

These people watching from the side were all a little busy, and one of them was so anxious that he was sweating profusely: "Great Chief, you say slow down, we can't remember!"

"Can't remember?" Mu Feng was stunned, "What can't you remember?"

The clansman was full of shame, and gestured: "Those witch spells you recited?"

"Witch spells?" Mu Feng was stunned again.

This clansman was already sweating profusely: "It's the 'hey, yes, yo' or something you just said, we didn't remember the rest of it!"

"Huh?" Mu Feng reacted at this time, crying and laughing, "That doesn't need to be remembered!"

"Ah?" The people around him were confused again, "Don't you remember this? Can you make steamed buns if you don't read this?"

Mu Feng couldn't cry or laugh: "No, just remember how to make noodles!"

"Yes!" The man nodded, but his face was still puzzled.

Mu Feng shook his head helplessly and continued to knead the dough, this time without making any more strange noises to avoid "misleading" these people.

Considering that there was still time, he could still have time to experiment once.

So he didn't mix the noodles again, but put the noodles in a clay pot, found a clean wooden board to cover it, and then put it aside to ferment naturally.

It's spring right now, and you should wait three or four hours for the dough to be made.

In this way, it will be night when the steamed buns are eaten.

But during this period, he also had to prepare things for steaming steamed buns - steamed drawers and bamboo leaves.

Clean the bamboo leaves, put water in the pot, and then put the steaming drawer and bamboo leaves, and wait for the dough to be made and kneaded with steamed buns.

During this period, the clansmen who followed Mu Feng to learn to make steamed buns watched Mu Feng methodically clean up this and that, and looked at each other one by one.

They had never seen the old chief do this before, and no one in the clan would do such things, so they really didn't know how Mu Feng could do it.

So at this moment, everyone has such an idea in their hearts, that is, Mu Feng is his own "understanding" of how to do these things.

In this way, Mu Feng's image of "Wisdom Sage" suddenly became even taller.

Mu Feng didn't know this, and was unhurriedly busy with the things in front of him, waiting for the dough to rise naturally.

Finally, in the afternoon, Mu Feng estimated that the time was almost up, lifted the wooden board, sprinkled some corn flour on it, and then poured the dough out of the wooden jar and began to knead the dough to make steamed buns.

Compared with the fermentation of noodles, it is much less effort to make steamed bread with noodles.

A faint special taste unique to flour overflows little by little, not fragrant, but very good.

Almost everyone was attracted to the taste.

Someone asked, "Big Chief, is this a steamed bun, it's so fragrant!"

"Fragrant?" Mu Feng shook his head, "The steamed bun still needs to be steamed, this is the taste of fermented dough, and it can't be eaten yet!"

Mu Feng said as he kneaded the noodles, first kneading them into several "thick noodles" that were arm thick and about a foot long, and then cut them with a bone knife and divided them into steamed buns the size of half a fist.

In the end, these steamed buns were put on another wooden board one by one, and he put them on the steaming drawer that had been placed in advance, covered with a lid, and steamed steamed buns in the pot!