I am a primitive

At this time, Qingque was 27 years old. According to the calculation of later generations, Xiao Wandou's age is indeed not too old.

But in today's era, it has already reached the point where you can marry a wife and have children.

As for the little boy next to him, he is the fifth son of Han Cheng and Bai Xuemei.

In this era, there are not many measures, and Han Cheng himself doesn't think there are too many children, so he doesn't deliberately control them.

In addition, he and Bai Xuemei are both in their thirties and still young, so it is not surprising that his son is younger than his eldest son's daughter up.

In later generations, this kind of situation has become unbelievable for Han Cheng's generation and younger people, but it is not uncommon for the older generation.

It is not uncommon for mother-in-law and daughter-in-law to confine themselves together.

It is not uncommon for the eldest niece to coax the younger uncle instead.

At this time, in the era that Han Cheng lives in, people generally look for spouses very early. In addition, after Han Cheng's arrival, the living standards and medical facilities in the tribe have undergone a significant change. People's life expectancy It has been greatly extended, and the current situation is very normal and common.

It's just that these two little guys are together, and sometimes conflicts are prone to occur, which makes people feel quite headache.

If the two little guys don't make trouble, they are still very cute.

The stone mill kept turning, crushing all the wheat that Han Cheng sent in.

When there was a lot of crushed wheat around the stone mill, Han Cheng shoveled the mixture of flour and bran into a special small sieve to sift the noodles.

This kind of small sieve is specially made, and the eyes are very fine. If it is not fine enough, it will not be able to separate the flour and bran well.

As Han Cheng sifted, the white flour leaked from the small sieve and fell into the big dustpan below.

At this time, the two little guys also gathered around again, squatting not far away, watching, their eyes sparkling with curiosity.

After a busy morning, Han Chengcheng took the two little guys and a bag of noodles and left the mill.

It was early summer at this time, and the sun had become hotter.

Pushing a bag of noodles with a trolley, Han Cheng looked into the distance and saw slices of golden yellow.

In this golden yellow, there is also a lot of green mixed in.

These golden yellows are the wheat that was planted years ago, and it has reached maturity and can be harvested.

As for those green, it is the millet in the tribe.

At this time, it has been five years since the people in the tribe got the wheat seeds.

After five years of reproduction, the planting area of ​​wheat has surpassed the planting area of ​​millet.

This is something that is bound to happen.

On the one hand, it is because the yield of wheat exceeds that of millet.

Another more important reason is that after the wheat was ground into flour, Han Cheng, the god son of the Qingque tribe, made new tricks.

Soft big white steamed buns, stuffed buns, ear-shaped dumplings, wontons with less stuffing and more skin, scallion pancakes, pot helmets, thousand-layer cakes, as well as stewed noodles, pulled noodles, sliced ​​noodles, covered noodles, lo mein, etc. Various forms of noodle...

This variety of new ways of eating has bought the taste buds of the Qingque tribe people at once.

At the beginning, people still thought that millet was delicious, but after seeing the various foods that Shenzi made from flour, when he ate millet, he felt that it was not so delicious.

The dried millet rice that I have eaten for many years is far inferior to the variety of pasta products.

The appearance of wheat is like the gospel to the people of the Qingque tribe.

Before this, they had never imagined that one crop could be made into so many tricks.

Moreover, everything is still so delicious.

No matter how much you eat, you can't get enough of it.

That's the beauty of pasta.

Because you can eat countless tricks, you can switch to another one before you get tired of one thing.

So it can be eaten for a long time.

After the appearance of pasta, people in the tribe ate less millet rice.

Most of the millet is used to make porridge.

But even if it is used to make porridge, the flour can also be plugged in,

Boil the water, then pour the flour that has been adjusted with cold water in advance into the pot, and after boiling, it will be porridge.

If the porridge is boiled for a while with fire, it will have some wheat flavor when you drink it.

The thicker one is called paste.

In addition to these two soups, you can also use cold water to make some thick batter.

Use chopsticks to stir vigorously in the bowl, stir the noodles vigorously, and then put these very chewy noodles into the boiling water pot, stir them with chopsticks, and then put them in after cooking Topped with some opened frangipani flowers, a steaming bowl of gnocchi is complete.

Nutritious, delicious and hungry.

It can be predicted that after the appearance of wheat, and Han Cheng, a northerner from later generations, showed his talents in various ways to eat, Xiaomier, who was in the early development of Qingque tribe, , The crops that have played a great role will have less and less planting area.

People will eat less and less, but the big head is fed the chickens and ducks raised in the tribe...

When Han Cheng returned to the tribe with the two little guys, Bai Xuemei, Xiao Wandou's spouse, and Xiao Xing'er had already prepared the food.

Just wait for Han Cheng to come back and eat together.

Han Cheng put the flour in the bag into the noodle jar to prevent it from getting damp.

I took the two little guys to the side to clean it, reached out to pick up a brick-sized white flour steamed bun, and brought a large bowl of stir-fried vegetables, and squatted on the edge of the threshold without sitting on a pier. Leaning against the door frame, he began to eat without a sound.

I just feel that my whole life has become complete...

After eating, Han Cheng put the empty bowls and chopsticks back on the table, and walked out with a hoe in hand.

Not far from the tribe, they stopped on a piece of land.

This is a field.

It's just that what is planted in this field is neither wheat nor millet.

The field is not level, but has been dug up.

The soil that was deliberately raised was covered with green vines at this time.