I am a chief in a primitive tribe

Because it was the first time to steam steamed steamed buns, using alkaline water, Mu Feng was not sure whether the steamed buns he steamed would be sour or bitter, so he didn't dare to steam too much in the first pot, only steamed more than twenty.

When the water boiled and the heat was steaming under the wooden lid, everyone looked forward to taking a step forward and waiting for the steamed buns to come out of the pot.

Because of boiling water, they know that when the water is boiled, it means that it is boiled.

Mu Feng saw the expressions of several people, shook his head and said, "Not yet, if you steam the steamed buns, the water can't be cooked yet, you need to burn them for a while, let the steamed buns steam in the pot for a while!"

"Big Chief, how long does it take to steam?" someone asked the point.

Mu Feng frowned and thought.

Generally, steamed buns need to be steamed for at least another fifteen minutes when the water is boiled, and if they are large steamed buns, they may need to be steamed for thirty minutes or even longer.

The problem is that he doesn't have anything to time at the moment, and no one can understand if he says it for fifteen or thirty minutes.

"What should I do?" Mu Feng thought carefully, "It seems that I have to find a way to make a timekeeping tool in the future, otherwise I won't have a score for this groggy every day!"

Frankly speaking, from the time crossing to the present, Mu Feng has not paid much attention to the specific time.

All he knew was that he would get up at dawn every day, and eat and sleep when it was dark.

The sun rises and the sun sets.

There is no disturbance from the society of the previous life, and there is no work that cannot be done every day, and what I am busy with every day is just to fill my stomach and pursue simplicity to the extreme.

But it's not good to have no concept of time at all, at least there has to be a timekeeping thing.

But this is a later story, for now he has to solve the problem of timing, otherwise things like steamed buns will have to fall on him.

He thought for a moment and said, "Well, I'll teach you a way to estimate the time."

"Is there any way to count time?" some of the people were puzzled.

"Well, that's okay!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "It's very simple, do you see such a thick firewood, put five sticks at the bottom of the pot and burn it, wait until its fire turns from strong to weak, and then add a second firewood, this time when it is burned, it should be fine." Mu

Feng estimated from the time when the firewood was burning just now, it took about ten minutes from the ignition of five firewood to the end of the fire, it took about six or seven minutes from the lighting to the peak of the fire, and it was about the same as fifteen minutes to add firewood twice.

As for the way he calculates, it's even simpler - counting.

From one to sixty, count it several times, although it is not completely accurate, but it is not far off.

The most important thing is that this estimation method is relatively simple, which is easy for the clansmen to grasp, and it also saves him a lot of saliva to explain.

"So that's the case!" everyone suddenly realized, firmly remembering this method of the Mu Feng Sect, secretly anxious, and continued to wait.

Finally, Mu Feng added two more rounds of firewood and then stopped adding firewood, waiting for the firewood to go out.

Then the wooden wind lifted the lid of the pot, and a long-lost fragrance of steamed buns came to the face.

I saw more than 20 steamed buns in the pot neatly stacked on the bamboo leaves.

After the bamboo leaves are steamed, they have changed from emerald green to dark color, and they no longer have the previous luster, but the steamed buns appear to be "big belly and round waist", fat and bulging, nearly half larger than before!

Because it is cornmeal, all the steamed buns are tinged with light yellow.

Because of the cage cloth replaced by bamboo leaves, in addition to the inherent taste of the flour itself, the whole steamed bun also has a unique fragrance of bamboo leaves!

"Great Chief, can you eat?" someone asked timidly.

"Hmm!" Mu Feng nodded, "Wait a minute, I'll try!"

As he spoke, he reached out and dipped some water in a steamed bun and pressed it, and the steamed bun was dented and quickly recovered.

"Well, it's cooked, it's ready to eat!" Mu Feng gestured, and then took them out one by one and put them on the board, a little hot, he hurriedly touched his ears.

This is also the previous soil method, and the ears dissipate heat quickly.

Mu Feng pinched a small piece and tasted it, it was not sour, bitter or dry, he grinned and said, "It's a success!"

The people around him couldn't wait, regardless of the steamed buns, after getting Mu Feng's permission, they walked up first and ate the steamed buns directly.

"Ah, it's delicious!"

"Well, it's fragrant!"

"It turns out that the things made with corn are so delicious!" Mu

Feng was relieved, the first time he made steamed buns was already very successful, so the next thing was simple, just put all the remaining flour on it, wait for the noodles to rise, calculate the time, and just make all the steamed buns before moving tomorrow.

On the second day, the people on the left and right stopped what they were doing and began to move things into the tulou.

To tell the truth, the relocation of primitive people was as simple as it could have been – furs, clay pots, and some necessary tools and weapons.

Other than that, there is nothing long.

So the "relocation" that Mu Feng thought was huge was only completed under his order.

If you really want to say that all the clansmen are impressed, a bunch of bamboos are burned in front of each earthen building, and the sound of "crackling" is endless, which makes everyone startled.

Except for Mu Feng, everyone in the tribe heard such a voice for the first time, and their faces turned pale with fright.

Some are timid, and even have tremors in their legs.

If it weren't for Mu Feng standing there with a warm smile, some of the clansmen would have run away a long time ago.

It made the five wolves such as Hemp, who were originally alive, tremble, and shrank beside Mu Feng and didn't dare to move.

"Huh?" Mu Feng's eyes lit up, "yes, firecrackers, the sound of firecrackers can scare away a lot of beasts! If I can make gunpowder, even firecrackers, I'm afraid no one can parry this power!"

Mu Feng became excited: "Gunpowder, gunpowder!" If

you can make gunpowder, it's not just a matter of achievement points.

But thinking about the saltpeter needed for gunpowder was quite complicated, and he couldn't figure it out for a while.

"Well, this has to be remembered, and when I have my hands free, I must get it out. "

Great, big chief......" Lihu said with a pale face, "Is this a firecracker, it's too scary!"

"Hmm!" Mu Feng nodded and smiled, "Firecrackers are like this, they are very loud, so they can break evil spirits and eliminate disasters."

After a pause, he smiled and said, "Look, you know in advance that this is a bamboo and you are afraid of it, what will happen if others don't know?"

Lihu suppressed the fear in his heart, and after thinking about it, he said: "Other people will be afraid too?"

"Hmm!" Mu Feng smiled and nodded, "Look, wolves are scared! If such a thing is used well, it is definitely a secret weapon for our clan!"

"Secret weapon?" The tiger was at a loss.

"Well, not yet, we have to future!" Mu Feng corrected, "Soon!".