Under the orders of the leader of the Green Tribe, the people of the Green Tribe took turns carrying the pitch-black vat outside, and at the same time, they walked fast.

It wasn't until he couldn't see the tall and strange 'mountain wall' of the Qingque tribe that he asked people to put down the vat, stretched out his hand that was already pitch black and even darker after being contaminated, and groped on the vat.

After a while, he finally couldn't hold back the happiness in his heart, and laughed happily in the direction of the Qingque tribe.

The leader of the Green Tribe was extremely proud that he was able to exchange those things for these three precious pottery, especially this large vat.

The rest of the Green Tribe did the same, shouting and jumping happily around the three pieces of pottery, expressing their admiration for the wisdom of the leader in their own unique way.

In addition to jumping, from time to time, people will dip their hands on some black ash from the outside of the vat, laughing and wiping it off their companions' bodies or other places, playing with each other very happily.

After venting the irrepressible happiness in their hearts, the people of the Green Tribe, who had doubled their strength, carried the precious things they exchanged with full of energy, and walked quickly in the direction of their tribe.

They couldn't wait to see the people who stayed in the tribe and picked the fruit near the tribe rejoicing at the sight of these three pieces of pottery.

After watching a group of people from the Green Tribe leave, convinced that they would not hear the noise here again, a certain god son who had been holding back for a long time finally couldn't hold back and laughed out loud regardless of his image.

"This! Good stuff that keeps us full! No more starvation! ”

After Han Cheng laughed wildly, he loudly announced the good news of this day to the curious crowd around him.

He thought they would be as overjoyed as he was when they heard the news, but the reaction was far less enthusiastic than he had imagined.

After thinking about it, I understand, after all, since I got the fish cage out, the people of the Qingque tribe have been living a worry-free life with food.

Now they took this thing that they had never seen before, and the senior brother spit it out after tasting it, and told them that with this thing, there would be no hunger worries, and their feelings would naturally not be too great.

Han Cheng snorted, it seems that this is too good, and what he does is too avant-garde.

Han Shenzi, who felt the cold in the heights, waved his hand and asked everyone to do what they should do, he himself smirked at the nearly two ears of millet alone, and lay in the field of millet when he was making the ears of grain yellow, smelling the unique fragrance of millet, and looking at the dream of the high blue sky through the gap between the ears of millet.

Wu came over, squatted beside the smirking Han Cheng, picked up an ear of millet from the rafter, and looked back and forth in front of him, wanting to see the difference.

He wanted to know what kind of thing this was, which made the Son of God so happy and obsessed, and he was also extremely concerned about what the Son of God said, and the Qingque tribe would not starve to death from now on.

He looked at it for a while, took something like grass seed from it with his rough hands, put it in the palm of his hand, and then put it in his mouth, and chewed slowly with a few missing teeth, tasting the taste of the thing.

The taste is not good, compared to ordinary grass seeds, it is just a little less bitter or other weird taste.

When chewed in the mouth, the same pads are much worse than fish soups, broths, and other fruits and vegetables.

Han Cheng came back to his senses from the golden imagination, and when he saw Wu who was looking at the ears of grain in his hand and chewing on the taste, a smile appeared on his face, the saying that there is an old man in the family is indeed true.

Han Cheng took the ear of grain from Wu's hand, weighed it a few times in his hand, feeling that it was much lighter than the ear of grain in later generations, and then told Wu the name of this thing with a smile.

Then he told Wu that this thing is not eaten like this, and it needs to be processed before it can taste delicious.

Hearing Han Cheng say this, Wu's eyes couldn't help but light up a little, because he suddenly remembered that the stone, which was originally extremely unpalatable, had turned into delicious salt after passing through the hands of the Divine Son.

The millet, which is not delicious now, has been processed by the Son of God......

Wu became extremely expectant.

As the elder of the tribe, he was attentive to every new thing that could be eaten.

Han Cheng carried an ear of grain in both hands, and walked towards the cave with some difficulty.

I found an empty clay pot, picked up an ear of millet and put it in with my hands.

Wu watched Han Cheng's movements for a while, and also came over to do this together.

After putting down the small half of the basin, Han Cheng cleaned up the pit on the big stone that the Qingque tribe used to smash the 'loquat' before, and then put a few handfuls of millet in it, and found a wooden stick of suitable length and thickness, held it with his hand, and put the relatively round and relatively large end against the stone pit where the millet was placed, and waved it up and down to make rice.

Since these guys don't like this thing to be delicious, they have to make it themselves, cook it well, and cry for these primitive people who have never seen the world, and see if they dare to look down on the grain that is respected as the first of the five grains!

Han Shenzi, who felt that he had been left out and wanted to correct the name of Guzi, thought in his heart while holding the wooden stick up and down.

Han Cheng was not worried about the matter of leaving seeds.

Millet is harvested in autumn, and now there is still half an autumn and a winter, as well as half a spring before planting millet, which adds up to almost half a year, and there is no hurry to plant.

Moreover, from the leader of the Green Tribe, he learned that there was still a lot of millet there, and according to the love and advantage shown by the leader of the Green Tribe, after he said that he could exchange animal skins and millet for pottery, he would definitely come again with the grain.

It doesn't hurt to eat some at this point.

To be honest, it's been almost two years since I came, and I have been either roasting meat or broth and vegetables all day long, and I haven't tasted a bite of the staple food in later generations, and Han Cheng also misses it very much, and after seeing the millet, he can't wait to eat some.

Whether it is millet or rice, it is not easy to shed the husk, otherwise rice would not have been regarded as a punishment in ancient times.

Of course, the difficulty here refers to before the advent of various machines.

Han Cheng now realized this kind of difficulty, it was just a pit of grain, sweat was already on his forehead, and his hands were also a little numb and painful.

However, when I saw the yellowish millet mixed with the millet husks in the stone pit, I didn't think there was anything else.

He put down his stick, grabbed a handful from the pit, and blew it clean with his mouth.

The empty millet husks flew away one after another, leaving half of the golden millet in his hand.