Under the gourd shed, which is not too big, there is a bed.

The bed is made of wood and covered with a bamboo mat made from large bamboo strips.

On one end is a pillow, and on the other is a thin quilt made of coarse silk.

This is where Han Cheng slept in Jinguan City.

On summer nights, if there is no rain, sleeping outside is the most comfortable.

It's exceptionally cool, not stuffy at all, and you can enjoy the coolness of a summer night.

Of course, there is a premise that there are no mosquitoes to harass you and give you cordial communication.

Han Cheng is more afraid of mosquitoes.

If you are bitten by this thing, your body will be extremely itchy, and it won't be long before a pimple will appear.

It will take nearly two days to slowly dissipate.

Sometimes this feeling really wants to drive people crazy.

However, Han Cheng could now sleep outside in peace, because around his bed, he had made a mosquito net out of rough linen woven from the tribe and spread it there.

This mosquito net looks a little simpler, but it is still very good to use, at least it has a good effect on mosquito prevention, as long as the mouth is pressed, you don't have to worry about being attacked by mosquitoes when you sleep at night.

Han Cheng sat on the bed, took off the shoes on his feet, tucked the mouth of the mosquito net, and lay down on the wooden bed.

The bamboo mat on top of the wooden bed is very cold, and the body is next to each other, which is very comfortable.

Lying on the bed and stretching his waist for a long time, Han Cheng only felt that the whole person was comfortable.

After a tiring day, the moment I just lay in bed was really comfortable.

After lying on the bed for a while, Han Cheng reached out and pulled the thin futon on the side, covered his body, and looked at it with his eyes open.

A faint glow of moonlight fell from between the gourd leaves, leaving speckled whiteness.

The breeze blows, the leaves of the gourd shake gently, and the few stars that emerge from the cracks also become faint.

In the distance, the sound of the night patrol beating gongs could be heard, mixed with some dog barking.

These sounds seemed clear in the night, and there was some distantness, as if they were also soaked in this cool and watery night.

The gourd that hangs down from the gourd shed slowly sways with the breeze, and it looks like a wind chime made of wood.

Gradually, everything in front of me became blurred, and the sound in the distance became more distant......

In the midst of sleep, time flies quietly.

The big rooster in the tribe raised his head and crowed, and Han Chengzi, who was asleep, woke up leisurely in his sleep.

There was light streaming through the leaves of the gourd and the cracks between the gourds.

With some dark, early morning skies, and dusk and moonlit skies, the general tranquility is charming.

Autumn arrives, and there is more dew.

The leaves of the gourd, with some small water droplets, appear to be green.

The surrounding land is also relatively wet.

However, under the gourd shed, it was very dry and not wet with dew.

This is because the dew that falls at night is more than the dense gourd leaves.

That's why Han Cheng put a bed under the gourd shed and slept underneath.

Not only can you cool down during the day, but you can also sleep under it at night, and you can effectively block the dew and prevent it from getting your bed and head wet......

As the weather brightened, the Jinguan City of the Qingque Tribe also became busy and busy.

The main laborer of the tribe, who did not eat, took the sickle that he had sharpened before going to bed last night, went down to the field, and continued to harvest the rice......

Time is passing, and as time passes, patches of rice, under the labor of the Qingque tribe, are cut down and transported to the threshing floor.

Here in the threshing floor, the rice of the flour is dried.

The warm sun in autumn and the wind blowing from time to time quickly carry away the moisture from these rice paddies.

In the afternoon, there was a person with experience in the field, according to Han Cheng's previous arrangement, put the ox on the stone stone, tied the back of the stone stone with a basket also made of stone, and began to grind here.

Driven by the people in the field, the very large oxen pulled the stone stone and the stone pot behind it, and circled up and down on the paved rice.

Circle by circle, strive to do not miss a place.

With the rotation of the stone and the slide of the stone, the full rice grains fell from above.

Because there are grain stalks spread on it, it can relieve a certain amount of pressure, and the threshing floor is also a soil surface, which can effectively protect the rice grains from being crushed by the stone and the stone stalks.

After coming here, some people who came to Jinguancheng with stonemasonry skills made it with hammers and chisels.

These stones are much larger than those of the main tribe of Qingque and the Copper Mountain settlement.

This is because the main forces of the main tribe are donkeys and deer.

Here in Jinguan City, there are a large number of cattle from the Red Tiger tribe and the humpback primitive people to drive.

It's like 'adults eat big steamed buns, and children eat small steamed buns.' It is a truth, the animal with great strength should also pull the big stone roll, the big basket.

With the addition of a large stone roller and a cow with greater strength, the efficiency of the mill is naturally much higher.

By the time the sun was still about halfway up from the ground, the field had already been laid.

Some of the people who were busy on the scene first used a wooden fork to pick aside the rice stalks that had been flattened by the stone and stacked them up.

Later, they used wooden rakes to remove some of the remaining and relatively long rice stalks.

Then they began to use wooden shovels, large brooms, and sweeping rakes used to turn over to 'close the field'.

The so-called "closing field" refers to the gathering of things that are mixed together from the crushed stone stone and the husks of the fruits and spread on the threshing floor.

After the field is closed, the field begins to rise.

It's okay today, there is a little breeze, and it's just right to take the opportunity to raise the field.

By lifting the field, with the help of the wind, the rice mixed in one is separated from the rice bran.

There are some dirty grains that are not easy to clean up, which can be cleaned up by dustpans and bamboo sieves.

The people on the threshing floor were cleaning up here, and Han Cheng, who had put down the sickle, walked over from the paddy field.

"Get out more of the rice that was beaten today, turn it into rice, and wait until the evening, steam the rice and eat it!"

Han Cheng came over to look at the rice that had been picked up by these people for a while, and then said to the people in the tribe with a smile.

"Wait a minute, let people catch more fish out of the rice fields.

At night, it is boiled into fish soup and eaten with rice and rice! “

Han Cheng, who swallowed a mouthful of saliva, opened his mouth again and added to everyone.

After hearing Han Cheng say this, the people here suddenly became boiling.

The delicacy of the rice dry rice, which only a small percentage of them had tasted early on, was truly a delightful delicacy.

The large number of people who came later had never eaten dry rice.

However, just because they haven't eaten it doesn't mean they don't know the deliciousness of the rice.

From time to time, there are people who have eaten rice, and when they take care of rice or see rice, they can't help but tell them about the deliciousness of dry rice.

Over time, these people in the tribe basically knew that rice was planted in the field.

Rice is a very delicious food, especially when used to make a food called 'rice dry rice'.

So after hearing Han Cheng say this at this time, he became so excited.

Seeing that they were happy, Han Cheng was just as happy, and he didn't take advantage of the fact that the people in the tribe were not paying attention, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva without a trace.

In later generations, although he was a northerner, he also ate rice.

Rice dry rice and rice tea are the two most commonly eaten foods made from rice.

Especially when there are no steamed buns and noodles and other noodle products, rice will naturally become his staple food.

In the past, although the tribe also got rice, but because he had to stay more for seeding, Han Cheng was not willing to eat it, so now he also wants to eat a meal of dry rice.

Telling the people in the tribe that the celebration is fake, the most important thing is that he is greedy.

After arranging for someone to hurry up and scoop the newly harvested rice, Han Cheng immediately returned to the rice field and called on the half-grown children in the tribe to catch fish in the rice field after the harvest.

Rather than helping to harvest rice, the children in the tribe like to catch fish in the rice fields the most.

In the past, because there was serious work to do, I could only take the time to catch fish for a while, and I was worried that I would be blamed by the adults in the tribe, which was not fun at all.

However, it was different when the Divine Son came over and shouted, this thing that needed to be done secretly before immediately became open, and he could catch it as much as he wanted, without worrying about who would come over and blame himself and others!

It was also because of this that after receiving Han Cheng's greeting, the children distributed around suddenly became elated.

They shouted excitedly and ran towards the harvested rice fields, and then, like a flock of ducks that had just seen water, they plopped into the rice fields and started the mode of catching fish.

The water in the rice paddies is shallow because it was released a lot in the past.

There are a lot of fish in it, so it's not too difficult to catch.

After a short period of effort, someone has already gained something.

Looking at these children who were excitedly coming to the shore with fish, Han Cheng couldn't help but smile on his face.

If it weren't for his age, he would definitely participate in this event!

The people of the Qingque tribe, who were harvesting rice in the rest of the nearby rice fields, would turn their heads and straighten their waists from time to time, and look this way, with smiles in their eyebrows and eyes.

After watching for a while, they will bend down again and continue to harvest the rice, which is more energetic than before.

Han Cheng called some people who often cleaned up the fish, squatted on the edge of the canal, and directly cleaned up the fish that were caught by the children in the tribe.

After cleaning up the pot, he carried the fish with another person and went directly back to the tribe.

He's going to cook it himself today!

After returning to the tribe, the fish were washed with water and then chopped into pieces with a knife.

Put some wine, sprinkle some salt in it, grab some peppercorn shells, rub them vigorously with your hands, and sprinkle them on top.

Then I put some vinegar in it, stirred it, and marinated.

It is not possible without pickling.

One is that it can be fishy by pickling.

Second, the fish will be more vigorous when marinated and then eaten.

After this batch of fish was processed, some people came over with a large jar of rice.

Han Cheng personally demonstrated to them how to wash rice.

The soaked white rice washing water was not wasted, and was poured directly into the vat by Han Cheng.

Rice washing water is a good thing, it has a good decontamination effect, whether it is used to wash dishes or wash hair, the effect is very good.

Especially used to wash hair, after washing, the hair feels much more comfortable than the soap in the tribe!

After scooping up the new rice, Han Chengcheng put it in a clay pot, added water, covered it with a lid, and began to make people steam it.

After he had taken care of it, someone came back with a pot of processed fish.

Han Cheng didn't do it himself this time, but asked the few people who often cooked in the kitchen who had seen him demonstrate before to deal with it according to his method.

And he began to make fish soup from the fish that had been marinated for a while.

The pot was burned by someone, so Han Cheng didn't have to worry about this.

After instructing someone to boil the pot, he dug out a piece of ginger from the sand in the corner of the kitchen.

This ginger is the one I got when I went to the Red Tiger Tribe before.

After returning, most of Han Chengdu had people buried in the vegetable garden on the edge of the tribe.

A small portion was left in the kitchen, covered with sand and set aside for regular consumption.

At the critical moment of making fish, ginger is such a good thing to remove the smell and improve the taste, of course, he will not forget.

The washed ginger pieces were cut into large ginger slices, and the large clay pot was already heated.

Use a spoon to scoop out some animal fat oil from the oil tank next to it and put it inside, and after a while, the oil is also hot.

Han Cheng first put the ginger slices in it, fried them slightly with oil, and then poured the pickled pot of fish pieces into the pot.

When the hot oil meets the fish pieces with some water in them, there is a 'stinging' sound, and white smoke rises at the same time.

However, because the tribe still uses clay pots, and the heat conductivity of clay pots is slow, this is the first movement.

After that, it doesn't work.

After frying the fish for a while, Han Cheng scooped up the water from the well, added it to the clay pot, and then covered it with a lid and boiled.

After doing this, he went out into the vegetable garden, plucked a lot of planted green onions, peeled them, cleaned them, and cut them into chopped green onions for later use......