The reason why Han Sung was misled is simple to say.

Tofu skin, according to the literal meaning, is, of course, the layer of skin on the outside of tofu.

When Han Cheng tried to make tofu skin, he worked in this direction.

No matter how you try it, it starts after you boil the boiled soy milk with brine.

In such a situation, of course, it is impossible to make tofu skin, even when pressing the tofu, squeeze hard, and basically squeeze out the moisture in the tofu, and the result is only dried tofu, not tofu skin.

Now after listening to Qingcao talk about the process of making her tofu skin, Han Cheng suddenly understood!

It just so happened that the last pot of soy milk was not made into tofu, and Han Cheng decided to try to make tofu skin again according to what Qingcao told just now.

If it can be successfully manufactured, then another item will be added to the tribe's ingredients.

Raw soy milk is poured into a clay pot and heated by a flame to become cooked soy milk.

The cooked soy milk is scooped into the vat, and after a while, the surface is solidified like a film.

Han Cheng reached out and tried to take it out of the tank, but such an attempt was quickly given up because it was too burning.

If it can't be done by hand, it will be necessary to use tools, so Han Cheng brought a wooden shovel for turning vegetables.

Dip a wooden spatula into the edge of the pot, and gently lift it upwards, and the whole tofu skin that has not yet formed will already rise, and soy milk will drip with it.

Han Cheng carried it with a wooden shovel, waited here for a while, and after letting the soy milk on the tofu skin drip down almost down, he picked the tofu skin and came to the side of the bamboo pole that had just been placed there and cleaned.

Then I started to put it on the bamboo pole.

It was this attempt that made Han Cheng give up his plan to use a wooden shovel to pick out the tofu skin.

Because there are many overlapping places in the tofu skin picked out with a wooden spatula, you can't pull it hard, because the force on your hand is a little bigger, and the tofu skin that is still very thin will break.

It's harder than the pancakes that didn't succeed when you turned over for the first time.

Carrying a wooden shovel and looking at the very ugly-looking tofu skin on the bamboo pole, Han Cheng frowned and began to think of a way.

It didn't take long for him to put down the wooden shovel in his hand, and after explaining to the blue and white grass and others in the kitchen, he turned around and walked outside.

While Qinghua and the others were waiting, Han Cheng, who had been out for a while, came back again, holding two broken bamboo pieces in his hands.

The bamboo slice is more than one meter long, about three centimeters wide, and two or three millimeters thick.

Han Cheng cleaned the two bamboo slices and took them to the edge of the vat containing the soybean milk.

At this time, the top layer of soybean milk in the vat has solidified a layer of film again.

Han Cheng held a piece of bamboo in one hand, leaned into it vertically from the edge of the vat separately, and then picked it up.

With his movements, the entire film was completely picked up by two separate pieces of bamboo.

And, unlike when using a wooden spatula, the film is spread out and not glued together.

Han Cheng stood here with a bamboo slice and drained the soy milk on it for a while, and then picked it up on top of the bamboo pole.

There are no extra folds on the whole bean skin, let alone fold together like the previous one, which is perfect.

After being self-absorbed for a while, Han Dashenzi came to the clay jar again, and after this moment of waiting, another layer of skin gradually solidified on the soybean milk that had just been peeled off.

Han Cheng held the bamboo chip in his hand and started again.

Han Cheng's idea of using two bamboo slices to pick tofu skin did not come out of thin air, but when he was thinking of a way, he remembered that when he had breakfast in later generations, the bald boss in the sauce beef and spicy soup shop used bamboo slices to pick and turn over mille-feuille cakes with a diameter of fifty centimeters or more.

I copied it and used it, and found that it really worked.

After Han Cheng picked out a few in a row, he handed over the job to Qingcao, who had been watching it for a long time.

The production method of this tofu skin is equivalent to the discovery of green grass, and Han Cheng improved it on the basis of the discovery of green grass to make it more perfect.

This relationship is the same as Cai Lun's improvement of papermaking technology on the basis of his predecessors, making paper more usable.

Forehead...... It can't be said that it's exactly the same, Han Cheng still has a source of happiness......

Because this tofu skin has a lot to do with himself, and he has been praised by Shenzi for this, Qingcao provokes the tofu skin to be very conscientious, not only high efficiency, good quality, but also does not feel tired, than eating the 'one fart collapsed on the fifth floor, and it is not effortless' new calcium medium calcium high calcium tablets are more effective.

So, in less than half a day, there were already several bamboo poles of tofu skin in the big dining hall of the Qingque tribe.

Faced with the new ingredient of tofu skin, Han Cheng, who didn't have much to do, cooked it himself in the afternoon.

Put a cleaned pig's head and eight pig's trotters into the vat, and put a stack of boxy tofu skin in the middle, and then add a layer of pork on top, such as water and seasoning, and let people light the fire and start stewing.

It is said that if you want to make a good pot of braised pork, you have to pay a lot of attention to the selection of ingredients, to the ingredients, to the heat.

Han Cheng didn't do the work of braised pork in his later life, but it was okay to make some ordinary ones if he couldn't make a good one.

The braised meat he made was eaten by the people in the tribe, not taken out to sell, and there was no such thing as a 'thrilling leap' of the commodity, so naturally there was no need to worry about losing money.

As for the fact that some people will not taste good about the things that are marinated, it is completely out of Han Cheng's consideration.

The people in their tribe are so many of them that they are fierce people who eat boiled meat and can get two or three catties in one go, and now this is a braised pork with various seasonings that can be found in the tribe at present, and it is strange if it is not well received by everyone.

Sure enough, before the braised pork came out of the pot, Wu, Senior Brother and others had already followed the fragrance to the kitchen in waves, greedily inhaling the fragrance of the braised meat and unwilling to leave.

After Han Cheng instructed the person who burned the fire to simmer slowly over low heat, he looked at the sky outside, and took out a clay pot from a strange-looking building outside, and removed the snow from the clay pot, revealing the contents inside.

This is the liver left over from the pigs that were slaughtered after the winter began.

After being cooked by Han Cheng, he put it in a basin and stored it in what he called a refrigerator.

It's really a fridge.

The 50-centimeter-in-1 building is filled with a lot of clean ice from the river, and the outside of the building is piled up with clean snow.

Without a solution, poverty can not only make people full of fighting spirit, but also enable people to give full play to their ingenuity and talents under limited conditions, make use of everything, and make useful things, albeit a little simple......

Cut the pork liver into slices, cut some sauerkraut into shreds, cut the fresh tofu skin into shreds, get it into the pot and boil, and then put some small rape into it when it comes out of the pot, and a pot of delicious sour pork liver soup has successfully appeared......

"Delicious! Delicious! ”

Sure enough, just like Han Cheng thought, these guys in the tribe are all top foodies, and there will be no undelicious things at all, eating the food cooked by Han Cheng, they are all full of praise, and they just want to use all the words they know and can praise people to the wise gods.

Not only was the tofu skin not left, but even the soup of braised pork was scooped and poured with millet and dried rice by these murderous guys.

Among them, Qingcao eats the most braised tofu skin, which is specially explained by Han Cheng in recognition of Qingcao's discovery of tofu skin.

Soybeans are truly an amazing thing!

The leader of the original Huangguo tribe who had eaten tofu skin, and now the bean, while reminiscing about the taste of tofu skin, thought with emotion.

Such a good food, when he was in his own tribe, he actually suffered the collective dislike of himself and others, and now that he thinks about it, Dou feels that he is too ignorant......

Han Cheng looked at the clean food that was eaten, and couldn't help but stand up again, he was really a buried genius, not only in the flute attainments reached the first in the world, but now in the cooking skills also reached the first in the world.

It's cold in the heights......

A certain shameless son of God, without the slightest sense of shame, sighs here.

If the people of later generations who are proficient in cooking heard his shameless emotion, they would not have said that they would knock him on the head with a spoon......

There are surprises every year, especially this year, if the unexpected appearance of tofu skin makes Han Cheng feel very happy, then the return of Senior Brother Sha, Mao and other trade team people, the surprise brought back, directly made Han Cheng faint with happiness.

Looking at the people in the team who were wrapped in animal skins and looked at him and the others with a wince, Han Chengxiao's little tongue trembled.

Although when the old primitives and the others went back, the old primitives had already expressed to Han Cheng that after they went back, they would persuade the leader to take the rest of the tribe to join their tribe together, and Han Cheng was also very enthusiastic to let people prepare to help the remaining people of the Wind tribe and the neighboring wind tribe to migrate to their own tribe in winter, but Han Cheng was still uncertain in his heart about whether the old primitives could succeed or not.

After all, the situation between the Wind Tribe and the Neighboring Wind Tribe is different from the Pig Tribe, Sheep Tribe, and Huangguo Tribe who joined their tribe before.

Those tribes will choose to join their own tribe because they can no longer live on their own, and the Wind Tribe and the Neighboring Wind Tribe are not at the point of exhaustion, they can fully rely on their own strength to live.

Especially with the old primitive people, after they relied on building roads to earn food and salt in their tribe for most of the year, it became more difficult for them to join their tribe.

Having lived here for more than ten years and having come into contact with so many tribes, Han Cheng still knows a lot about the leaders of these tribes.

Most of the chiefs, while the tribe is still able to live, few people will take the initiative to join the rest of the tribe, even if the tribe seems to be so rich and beautiful.

If this were not the case, under the continuous influence of the Qingque tribe on the surrounding tribes, the population of the Qingque tribe would definitely be much larger than it is now.

It was precisely because of this that Han Cheng would formulate a strategy to attract people from the Wind Tribe and the neighboring Wind Tribe to continue to work in his own tribe and continue to assimilate.

However, no matter what he thought and thought about before, the people of these two tribes had now come to their tribe collectively and were ready to join their own tribe.

Looking at the old primitive man standing there and looking at himself smiling like a meritorious person, Han Chengcheng couldn't help but sigh for a while, no wonder the old primitive man would take the initiative to persuade the people of their tribe to let them join his tribe together, it turned out that the old primitive man was already sure.

Think about it, if you are not sure, the old primitive man will not take the initiative to tell himself about it.

It seems that this time he is underestimating people, this old primitive man is really a talent, and he can really talk to the people of their tribe to do this.

This guy doesn't seem to talk too much on weekdays, but he didn't expect to be so reliable at the critical moment, and he can convince their leaders, it seems that he is a hidden master, and he is also known for his eloquence.

In this way, if you encounter similar things in the future, you can send out the old primitive people to use them as lobbyists......

Han Cheng thought like this, the smile on his face became even brighter, sure enough, as long as you find out with your heart, there will be talents emerging in any era!

Thinking like this, Han Cheng, who was becoming more and more agitated, stepped forward and stretched out his hand to hold the old primitive's hand, and said very eagerly: "How did you convince your leader to agree to join our tribe with the rest of the people?" ”

Hearing the respected Divine Son ask about this, a modest smile appeared on the old primitive's face.

He didn't speak, but used his hand hard, trying to break free from Han Cheng's hand.

Han Cheng felt the strength of the old primitive's hand, so he let go of his hand, he thought that the old primitives were afraid that they couldn't express this wonderful verbal sword only in words.

However, the old primitive's next move made Han Cheng a little confused, because the old primitive, whose hands were free, did not start to speak with his hands dancing as Han Cheng expected, but bent down without saying a word, raised one leg, and touched the shoe on his foot with one hand.

Bite? Did the old primitives have itchy feet?

Han Cheng looked at the old primitive man and looked a little confused.

As soon as his thoughts arose, he was shattered by the old primitive's next move.

Under Han Cheng's somewhat stunned gaze, the old primitive man did not scratch the itch, but directly took off the shoes on his feet.

The old primitive man who took off his shoes and held them in his hands, with a layer of excitement and sacredness on his face, he held up the shoes that looked very tasteful after walking all the way: "We reasoned with the leader, and he didn't listen, so I hit him with my shoes, and as soon as I did, he agreed......"

Looking at the old primitive man with a righteous face and a serious speech, Han Cheng, who was dumbfounded, became even more stunned.

What a place to be!

What about the fierce confrontation of words and swords? What about the blooming iron tree that says that the river water is flowing backwards? Why did you end up playing with big soles?

Old primitive man, don't you think that there is something wrong with your persuasion with big soles?

This kind of persuasion and education carried out in turns with big soles is about to catch up with the courtship methods pursued by some tribes - if you fall in love with a female primitive, you will go directly to knock out with a stick and go back to the cave house.

Sure enough, I still think about it myself, and expect these people who lack language and most of them don't speak very well to show a demeanor similar to those famous mouths in the Warring States Period, which is impossible.

Carrying the soles of shoes to conduct persuasion education is the practice suitable for this era.

This person really can't have too much inner drama......

Han Cheng looked at the old primitive man who was holding the shoes that exuded a wonderful smell, and told himself with great interest how he had persuaded and educated the leader, and lamented in his heart.

It seems that if you want to persuade and educate a certain tribe in the future, you can still let the old primitive people go, and there is no need for big soles to exert power, only the old primitive people need to take off the shoes on their feet and button them to the mouth and nose of the educated, and no matter how tough the people are, they will give in......

"Good! You're doing a great job! ”

Han Cheng gave two thumbs up to the old primitive man who was wearing shoes who seemed a little reluctant under his gesture and highly praised him.

Han Dashenzi, who originally liked to shake hands with people, was ready to shake hands with the old primitive who had made great contributions, but he remembered the heroic appearance of the old primitive man shaking his shoes just now, and when he put on the shoes, he buckled his feet by the way, Han Cheng still didn't muster up the courage to do so......

After taking a good look at what happened after they went back through the old primitives, Han Cheng gave high praise to the wind tribe led by the old primitives, as well as the people from the neighboring wind tribes.

After doing these things that had to be done, Han Cheng smiled and walked towards the leader of the Wind Tribe, who had come to his tribe for the first time.

It is Han Cheng's principle to first praise and care for the people who have made contributions to the tribe and the old people, and then pay attention to the newcomers who have entered the tribe.

These old men have worked hard for the tribe for so long, and there is no merit and hard work, and it is impossible for the newcomers to reach the standard of the old man's hand as soon as they arrive, or to surpass the old man's hand.

At least it won't work here in Han Cheng.

The leader of the Wind Tribe, who was wrapped in fur on his body and fur on his head, stood in the courtyard of the Qingque Tribe, looking extremely shocked, and the whole person was dizzy, even the old primitive man carrying his shoes and Han Cheng said how he persuaded himself and the others without any reaction.

His dull gaze slowly swept from the outer courtyard of the Qingque tribe, a large herd of deer, a large herd of sheep, a chirping wild boar, a rooster with its head up, a tall cave like a mountain wall, and a large number of people......

As far as the eye can see, there are extremely shocking scenes everywhere.

Originally, on the way over, the leader of the Wind Tribe had already seen too many shocking things, thinking that it was already all about this Blue Sparrow Tribe, and it was already the best thing he had seen.

As a result, after he really came to the Qingque tribe, he found that what he was shocked by before was just a small corner.

The real Qingque tribe, there are so many places that can make people feel shocked!

It turns out that this is what the old primitives said, this is what the kind Qingque tribe really looks like!

"Hello, welcome to the Blue Sparrow Tribe."

Han Cheng came to the leader of the Wind Tribe, who had been shocked into a sculpture, said to him with a smile, and stretched out his hand to the leader of the Wind Tribe.

“￥%DF……”

The old primitive man on the side translated, telling the identity of Han Cheng, the leader of the Wind Tribe, who looked stupid, and the meaning of what he said.

Looking at the man who came to him, spoke and shook his hand affectionately, the leader of the Wind Tribe fell into a stupor once again.

Because the person in front of him doesn't look strong at all, and he doesn't look too old.

How did such a person become the person with the highest status in this tribe?

After this sluggishness lasted for a while, the Wind Tribe Leader's eyes suddenly lit up, and he felt that he could join the tribe in front of him.

Because the person with the highest status in front of him didn't seem to be strong at all, it should be a very easy thing to do to defeat him by himself.

According to the old habit, as long as you challenge this person and defeat him, then you will become the first person in this tribe.

In this way, he will be able to lead more people, such a large tribe will have to listen to himself, this cave as majestic as the mountain wall, and so much food will become his own tribe's ......

Good! That's great!

Thinking of being the first person in the tribe and getting into his hands everything he saw in front of him that shocked him enough, the leader of the Wind Tribe trembled with excitement.

That's just great!

The leader of the Wind Tribe, who was originally full of resistance to joining the Qingque Tribe, is now not resisting all of a sudden.

Not only that, but even the old primitive man who persuaded him with the sole of his shoe is not resentful.

Because if it weren't for the old primitive man who persuaded and educated himself and brought himself here, how could he have found such a good opportunity?

Han Cheng looked at the leader of the Wind Tribe, whose sluggish state disappeared after being shaken by himself, and his eyes became bright, he couldn't help but smile slightly in his heart, and he used an amiable image, gentle words, and a graceful demeanor...... successfully touched a person, saved him from cold and hunger, and made him feel the warmth of spring......

I'm so great! It's amazing!

“#￥%… D……”

When Han Dashenzi was deeply intoxicated by himself, the leader of the Wind Tribe, whose eyes lit up by him, opened his mouth......

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