I am a primitive

And the enthusiastic and positive atmosphere generated by the crowd during their work was also something that he had never experienced before.

Being in such a group always makes him unconsciously mobilized to devote himself to this kind of intense and exciting labor with great enthusiasm...

This is really a wonderful feeling.

With the hard work of everyone, there are more and more bare fields around the tribe. Looking from a distance, the whole field of vision becomes wider.

In the scene, more and more haystacks were piled up...

When the autumn harvest was more than halfway through, a cloud floated in the sky, and the cloud became bigger and bigger, and finally covered the sky.

As a result, the ongoing autumn harvest stopped. After Han Cheng gave an order, everyone transported the harvested crops to the scene, harvested and dried the grains, harvested and dried the grains, and hurriedly covered the millet with beaten millet stalks. Duo of Gaizi Duo...

After a period of turmoil, I finally packed up my things before the rain fell.

When the rain fell, Qiuhuo's arrogance was well dealt with, and the air became much cooler.

Everyone who has not been idle since the autumn harvest can finally make use of this time to give their tired bodies a good rest.

However, not many people in the tribe were happy because of this, and more were those who cursed the ghost weather.

Because they haven't recovered all their food, the rain at this time is likely to make a year's hard work in the tribe in vain!

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Autumn wind and autumn rain are sad.

Compared with the emotions of literati and inkmen, the feelings of farmers will undoubtedly be more intense and intuitive, especially during the busy farming season, when encountering such ghostly weather, people will feel like jumping around and cursing their mothers.

However, no matter how much you want to jump on your feet and scold your mother, it is not enough. Although it is said that man can conquer nature, in many moments, human beings are still small and pitiful when facing nature.

Han Cheng didn't know how to chant mantras, and he didn't have the ability to blow up the rain clouds in the sky with two cannonballs. Therefore, after being melancholy for a while, he asked people to go out to the scene from time to time to inspect the grain stacks and look at the bedding. Have the millet stalks been blown away by the wind, and some ditches have been dug around the millet stacks, and there are not many ways to think about it other than drainage.

Han Cheng prayed in his heart, the rain must not be continuous, otherwise, the millet growing in the ground may directly sprout on it.

Even those that have already been stacked will be ruined a lot.

Compared with the perfunctory prayers of this false son of God, the witch who wore a feather crown and picked up a white bone staff and jumped up and down was much more devout.

If Han Cheng hadn't forcibly stopped him later, this old man, who was older than all the Wuhuo in the Qingque tribe, might have been able to continue this strenuous prayer until dark or even late at night.

I don't know if Wu prayed for the effect, or because of the luck bonus of Han Cheng, a traveler. At night, he was awakened by the cheers of "the sky is clear, the sky is clear".

Looking out through the screen window made of burlap, the goal is a clean night sky and bright stars.

What can be heard are the cheers of the tribesmen, the croaking of frogs around, and in the gaps between these sounds, there are occasional 'clicks' of water droplets falling from the eaves.

Han Cheng laughed, Wu laughed, the eldest brother laughed, and many people in the tribe laughed...

Finally, the millet was cleaned out and spread out on the ground to dry.

People in the tribe who have turned black and thinned a lot, looking at this and that, many people are happy.

Not only because all the food of the tribe has been taken back, nothing wasted, and in the next year, all the food of the tribe will be available.

Another important reason is that the Son of God is going to cook in person to fulfill the promise before the autumn harvest!

Inside the Qingque tribe, beside the small flower mill on the edge of the bamboo forest, a chubby guy rolled around on the ground with his head in his arms, like a big fluffy ball.

Little Pea, who had been walking for a long time, was wearing crotch pants and staggered after the fur ball, trying to hug this guy who was rolling back and forth on the ground.

The washed Xiaohua mill was spinning fast in circles, and the soy milk mixed with bean dregs flowed down around the Xiaohua mill.

After converging in the groove around the small flower mill, it falls into the basin placed below.

The smell of raw soy milk permeated the air along with the small flower mill that was spinning rapidly.

Bean not far away scratched his head watching all this.

He was also looking forward to the delicious food that Shenzi said, but this expectation turned into deep doubts after seeing Han Cheng produce a lot of newly harvested soybeans.

Dou remembers the taste of soybeans and the state they will appear after eating.

The delicacy that Shenzi mentioned was actually made of this kind of beans. Then, after eating the delicious food carefully prepared by Shenzi, will the people in the tribe also experience that uncomfortable situation?

After Dou scratched his head for a while, he finally mustered up the courage to tell the enthusiastic Han Cheng about the discomfort after eating too many Dou.

After Han Cheng understood the meaning of Dou, he remembered that when he was making tofu before, people like Dou had not yet come to the tribe, so he smiled and said to him not to worry, after making tofu, there will be no such problems. worry.

Dou scratched his head and thought for a long time, but he couldn't figure out what tofu was.

I don't even understand why after the beans turn into tofu, if you eat them again, your stomach won't be bloated.

But he didn't say anything more, because after such a long time, he already understood that this young and extremely mysterious son of God can always do things that are extremely surprising and impossible.

After Han Cheng ground the beans for a while, he handed over the work to Wu, who likes tofu.

Don't worry about Wu being tired, there are many minors in the tribe who like to turn stone mills, and they are all around at the moment, waiting to take over Wu.

Han Cheng came to the cave with two cans of soy milk. At the critical moment of ordering tofu with brine, he personally operated it.

Filter, boil, order tofu, press tofu...

After a series of procedures went down in an orderly manner, steaming, slightly yellowed hot tofu appeared in front of everyone.

Dou and the people from the original Huangguo tribe followed around and watched.

After seeing the tofu at this time, everyone's eyes widened in surprise.

Although this series of events happened right in front of their eyes, they were still shocked and surprised that those round beans turned into such white and tender food in the end.

Although I don't know how Shenzi is going to make this kind of food, just this series of miraculous changes has already made Dou and other people who saw this miraculous transformation for the first time have a great understanding of the food that Shenzi will make. expectations.

Han Cheng found a copper knife, and cut the newly pressed tofu into cubes horizontally and vertically.

Then do a demonstration by yourself and cut one of them into small pieces of two centimeters square, and leave the rest to people who often cook.

And he continued to order tofu.

In addition to ordering tofu, people picked up the meat from the dozen or so rabbits that had been knocked to death, and finely chopped them into fine pieces with a knife for later use.

After doing this for a while, seeing that a lot of tofu had been cut out, Han Cheng ordered people to start a fire.

It was Huo Er, an increasingly elderly man, who lit the fire.

At her age, in Han Cheng's perception, she can do nothing.

Han Cheng had told Huo Er about this more than once, but Huo Er would not be idle no matter what he said, at least she was not going to give up her old job of burning fire if her ability allowed.