I am a primitive

The man spoke excitedly, and slowly spread out his tightly clenched palms, and at the same time put the other hand underneath, ready for protection.

As the Son of God, Han Cheng's state is no better than this person's, and he doesn't know where to put his excited hands.

It's not that he hasn't seen the world before, but because he can't finish eating rice that can be thrown away at will in later generations. In this era, it is of great significance to him and their tribe!

A new kind of food, but a food that has been proven by thousands of years or even longer history, is very important to a tribe, or an entire era.

He raised his hand, shook it vigorously again, calmed his hand a little, then carefully picked up a small fruit from the trembling palm of this man in the tribe, and placed it in front of his eyes carefully. sizing up.

The fruit is not big, and the two ends are somewhat pointed. Due to long-term exposure to wind and sun, the color appears a little black.

Even so, Han Cheng looked at it extremely obsessively, as if seeing the best scenery and the most precious treasure, with a foolish smile on his face.

After looking at it like this and giggling for a while, he pinched it with his fingers, then pinched it with his nails, and began to carefully peel off the outer hard shell.

Although I have said to myself countless times in my heart, as a person who came from later generations and 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. Excited?

You must be calm, and you must maintain a tall and mighty image in the hearts of everyone, and you cannot act like a bumpkin who has never seen the world.

But when he started peeling, his hands still couldn't help trembling slightly.

After doing this for a while, one of the two pointed fruits was peeled off by Han Cheng, revealing some white, and at the same time, some hazy and transparent colors.

Although Han Cheng had basically confirmed that it was rice when he saw the fruits in the hands of the tribe, but now he peeled off the shells, and saw the familiarity with the fruit. After looking at a little strange color, I was completely relieved, and a kind of strong joy also flooded my heart.

Da Shenzi Han, who was as happy as if he had been stung by a fart, continued to move his hands. It didn't take long before all the outer shells of this fruit were peeled off.

A small fruit fell into the palm of his hand.

This is a small rice grain, irregular cylindrical shape, whitish in color, with a slightly translucent feel, not as good-looking as the polished rice bought in later generations, and not as big as the common rice grains in later generations, only about half the size, But Han Cheng was still delighted from ear to ear.

Because, this is a grain of rice!

After Han Cheng picked up a grain of millet from this man, the people who followed gathered around, stretching out their heads, staring at their god son's movements with burning eyes. When peeling the rice, their hearts all rose to their throats.

At this time, seeing the unusually beautiful fruit in Shenzi's hand, and seeing the bright smile on Shenzi's face as if he had eaten magpie droppings, everyone laughed foolishly.

Especially after remembering the various benefits of rice that Shenzi had said before, the smiles on everyone's faces became more intense.

"You peel."

Han Cheng picked up a few grains of rice from the person who found the rice, and gave one of the grains to this person again, and gave the other few grains to the second senior brother and junior brother Sha who were standing closer, and asked them to peel them together. , let them share this joy together.

The few people who were assigned the grains all imitated Han Cheng with excited expressions, and used their fingernails to peel off the chaff outside the grains. After a while, several similar grains of rice appeared in their respective hands.

Everyone carefully held it in their palms, put it in front of their eyes and looked at it carefully, only to find it extremely beautiful.

While watching, everyone didn't dare to vent their anger, fearing that they would lose this extremely precious thing.

A few grains of rice began to circulate in the hands of everyone, and everyone touched this new grain of great significance to the tribe with their own hands.

Finally, these few grains of rice returned to Han Cheng's hands.

Holding some of these grains of rice in his hand, looking at the smirking faces of the tribal people, and looking at the rice growing in front of him, some sparse and some dense, Han Cheng also smiled like a fool.

Under Han Cheng's signal, everyone touched the old rice that had not been touched before, looking for some rice that might have survived.

When doing this, everyone was cautious, for fear of stepping on these precious seedlings.

After some searching, Han Cheng and the others found about 100 grains of rice with husks.

Marking this area where rice grows eye-catchingly, Han Cheng and his party in a very good mood continued to step on the muddy water and walked forward, leaving a line of marks.

In the process of going back, they found several paddy paddies growing in different sizes near the area where paddy rice was growing, and got some paddy paddy with husks.

But after getting far away from here, I never met again...

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After a lot of busy work, it was time for the setting sun to set again.

The warm sunlight scattered down, illuminating the large swamp-like water area not far from the front, and there appeared pieces of sparkling water surface, large and small.

In the temporary camp that has been set up, there is also smoke slowly rising here, and the dogs are wagging their tails around the camp.

All the way down the mountain, nearly half of the deer and donkeys were lost, and they grazed around the camp with their heads down.

It may be that they also sensed that the darkness was approaching, and there was not much time to eat food. All of them ate very seriously, and very quickly, basically without even raising their heads.

It seems that things like procrastination are ubiquitous, and it is not only human beings who have this excellent quality.

In the cooking place in the camp, Han Cheng personally guarded a simple stove, adding firewood to it, looking very serious.

The rest of the people who were busy here also focused their attention on the clay pot that Han Cheng personally took care of.

In the past, the limelight of barbecue, broth and other things that attracted people's attention were all taken away by this jar and left in the cold.

As the flames below continued to burn, the water in the pot began to boil, and white vapor began to rise from the gap between the lid and the clay pot.

What is boiled here is some rice that I just got this afternoon.

Of the millet obtained this afternoon, Han Cheng kept half of it and put it away carefully, while he and the fellow tribesmen used fingernails to peel off the shells one by one, and washed them with water. , very happily off the pot.

I got a new kind of food, and it was rice that I hadn't seen in more than ten years. If I didn't hurry up to get some off the pot and eat it in my mouth, I was really sorry for his status as a standard foodie from the foodie empire.

It is said that half of the rice was put into the pot, which sounds like a lot, but in fact, there are only 83 rice in this half.

Reasonably speaking, with barbecue and boiling broth nearby, the fragrance of the rice tea brewed from such a small amount of rice is basically covered up.

But the people on the side, looking at the clay pot that was boiling and emitting steam, felt that they smelled a very pleasant smell.

This is the role of psychological suggestion.

After cooking like this for a while, Han Cheng reckoned that the rice inside was almost boiled, so he reached out and lifted the lid, and poked a wooden spoon in to scoop up some to check.

After the previous dry rice grains were boiled, they had more than doubled in size at this time, and they seemed to be showing signs of blooming slightly.

Seeing this, Han Cheng poured the contents of the spoon back into the jar, covered the lid, pulled up two handfuls of green grass and put them on the "ears" specially reserved on the upper part of the jar, and lifted the whole jar from the simple stove. Take it down and put it aside.

Someone puts a new jug on top of a simple stove, continues to boil water, and waits for it to cool before drinking.

As for Han Cheng, he had already lifted the top cover again, and filled the pottery bowl with rice tea with a wooden spoon.

For rice tea and thicker rice porridge, Han Cheng likes to eat the kind of rice that has not fully bloomed, but is already ripe and slightly hard to eat. He thinks that such rice has a chewy taste in his mouth, and the rice is more flavorful. .

Rice tea was something Han Cheng drank a lot in later generations. Eating steamed buns and cooking with porridge, or eating steamed buns and drinking rice tea were the two most common morning and noon food combinations for him in later generations.