"Miko, let's make food to eat!"

Liang was eager with a hint of excitement, and an inexplicable voice sounded in his ears, making the corners of Han Cheng's mouth twitch uncontrollably.

This guy is changing too fast, isn't he?

Anyway, weren't you still holding your teeth and preparing to throw away these peppercorns?

Now when I hear about eating, why do I become so impatient?

Liang, what about your festival as a general character of Shennong?

Han Cheng sniffled, looking at Liang who was inexplicably excited and eager to try, and couldn't help but complain in his heart.

It turns out that there are not many precious things like festival exercises.

Thinking of the taste of spicy and spicy food, Han Cheng suddenly couldn't care about complaining about Liang and his lack of discipline.

Instead, I kept thinking in my heart about what delicious food to make with this extremely rare peppercorn, to reward the tongue that has been greatly wronged over the years.

A layer of red oil floats on it, and it makes people particularly appetizing when they look at it?

Han Cheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva again, but still removed this extremely tempting delicacy from his mind.

Because the weather is not right at this time, it is not the season to eat hot pot, and there are no chili peppers.

Malatang? Spicy crayfish? Spicy fish nuggets? Spicy loach broken? ……

A large area of food roared towards Han Cheng, making him dazzled and drooling.

Sometimes, it's uncomfortable to have too many choices.

Under the bombardment of the delicacies he imagined, it took a long time for Han Cheng to slowly calm down.

Because he suddenly discovered a more serious thing, this thing is that it seems that numbness and spicy have always been linked.

A lot of food is only numb but not spicy, and when it is made, it loses a lot of flavor.

What is uncomfortable now is that there is no spicy in the tribe, and there are no things like dogwood mustard that can barely replace chili peppers, which makes Han Cheng, who has been excited for a while, a little discouraged.

After having Sichuan peppercorns, the taste of the food can indeed be improved a lot compared with before, but it is less spicy, and it always has a lot less taste.

Han Cheng didn't really want to make do with it, after all, this was the first time that peppercorns had appeared in the tribe, so he had to make a blockbuster, at least he could see the past.

Just as the people of the Qingque tribe like to look at those people from other tribes and show their amazement at the kind of good things in their tribe, as a latecomer, Han Cheng also likes to see the people in the tribe, and expresses his sincere admiration and admiration for the things he has made.

This kind of mental happiness is not much worse than the physical one.

"Wait, wait until I figure out how to use this spice before I cook with it."

Han Cheng suppressed the impulse in his heart, and said to Liang, who was watching him swallow saliva from the side, and also swallowed his saliva.

This surprised Ryo a little.

I've been swallowing your saliva for so long, and in the end, you actually gave one of these?

Spit and complain, but Liang has no objection to this, after all, the god son is the boss in the tribe, and everything is decided by the god son.

Han Cheng took this bag of peppercorns and left, and didn't put it in the kitchen, but took it to his room.

Otherwise, if it was put in the kitchen and thrown away by someone who didn't know the depth, then Han Cheng would not have time to cry.

Back in the house and put the peppercorns away, Han Cheng sat on the edge of the kang, holding his face in both hands, and couldn't stop thinking about how to make a dish that only used peppercorns and didn't use spicy food.

It's not easy to find a food like this, because hemp and spicy are almost tied together, and hemp is still in that auxiliary position.

There is spicy but not hemp, there is spicy but not spicy, and it tastes much worse......

However, Han Cheng's melancholy did not last long.

When he walked out of the courtyard and went with Wu to check the yellowing millet and the soybeans that began to shed their leaves, a very famous food appeared in his mind without warning - mapo tofu!

As soon as the thing Mapo Tofu appeared in his mind, Han Cheng couldn't help but get excited.

Because this is one of the very few foods in his cognition that is not tied to spicy and relies solely on hemp and is very famous.

Moreover, there is no shortage of materials for making mapo tofu in the tribe, and in a few days, seeing the harvest of these dozens of acres of beans, it is enough to make mapo tofu that everyone in the tribe can taste!

Han Cheng, who had figured things out, looked at this large piece of beans that were about to ripen, and his heart and face were happy.

Wu also smiled.

In fact, since Han Cheng came back from the Tongshan residential area, every time he came out to see this large area of crops that were about to ripen, Wu was happy.

At this time of year, even the rabbit, which is usually the most favored by witches, is left out in the cold.

Wu can spend all day wandering around the fields without feeling tired.

Reaching out and touching some low-hanging ears of grain, pulling out a few grasses from the ground, straightening the 'bow' held by the straw man, and cursing with his arms and feet, he swore and drove away the birds that stole the grain......

Every time he comes to the field at this time, Wu has endless things to do, and he can't get tired of doing them.

"A lot of food ......"

When Wu saw Han Cheng's happy appearance, he also happily pointed to the many beans that were about to ripen in front of him and said to Han Cheng.

"Well, a lot of food!"

Han Cheng replied seriously, but what appeared in his mind was a plate of mapo tofu, with a smile on his face.

Although the two are not on the same channel at this time, it is undeniable that the two people, old and young, are very happy to communicate here.

When the wheat is ripe, the silkworms are old, and the millet is not slow when it is ripe.

After Han Cheng and Wu wandered around the first batch of millet for most of the day, and after picking up some ears of grain and carefully identifying them, the Qingque tribe's construction of the wall that lasted for several months finally stopped temporarily.

Without a short pause, everyone began to devote themselves to the preparation of the autumn harvest.

The lame carpenter and others rested, inspecting scythes, wheelbarrows, wooden forks, rakes, bamboo brooms... these tools.

The iron-headed people, who often mow the grass, squatted in front of the delicate whetstone, and used their hands to pick up the sun-warmed water in the clay pot, sharpening the sickle one by one, and from time to time raising the sickle, and gently trying to sharpen it with their fingers.

In the three scenes with the word "pin", someone carries water to splash the wheat field wet, and after waiting for a period of time, someone leads the deer, carries the rolling frame, and after putting on the deer, begins to grind the field over and over again......

In the midst of a festive and somewhat relaxed preparation, the Qingque tribe, which was about to start a harvest campaign, also ushered in a sumptuous opening feast......