There are not many beans, and there are not many tofu brains, even if they don't drink more, it is impossible for Han Chengsheng to make everyone drink it.

This is where the benefits of power and status come into play.

Of course, there is also the flickering ability of Han Dashenzi.

"Tofu brain is delicious, tofu is even more delicious, but there are too few beans in our tribe, you have to farm well, harvest a lot of beans in autumn, and you can eat a lot of tofu when the time comes, and drink a lot of tofu brains......"

Losing no time in educating the people in the tribe about hard work, and turning some unfair thoughts that may arise because of the gap into motivation for farming, this is Han Cheng's cunning.

Well, it's a wisdom in life and management.

For the current atmosphere of the tribe that is energetic and has no intrigue, Han Cheng likes it very much, and living in such an atmosphere will make people feel heartily relaxed.

Therefore, in daily life, he will also guide people intentionally or unintentionally, and use his own actions to protect and maintain such a state.

As for private ownership, there is no hurry, and there is no hurry.

In terms of the current development level of the Qingque tribe and the size of the population, working together and huddling together for heating is the most suitable model.

These words of Han Cheng, who had already figured out the temperament of primitive people, were undoubtedly very useful, which could be seen from the action of beating their chests alone.

Looking at these people who are inspired to farm well and grow a lot of beans, Han Cheng nodded with satisfaction.

That's it!

Reaching out and touching the outside of the vat, he felt that the temperature of the tofu brain was already enough, so he began to scoop up the tofu brain in the jar with a small clay pot and pour it into a square mold made of wood not far away.

The mold is covered with two layers of linen carefully woven by Bai Xuemei to prevent the tofu from leaking out of the holes.

There are a few tofu brains, and only half of them are packed in the mold.

Han Cheng folded the four corners of the cloth in the mold diagonally, and after pulling it tight, he put a clean clay pot filled with some water on it and pressed it.

There is warm, slightly cloudy water dripping down the edge of the mold.

After waiting like this for a while, seeing that the water was dripping slowly, Han Cheng picked up the clay pot and tightened the cloth inside.

After about half an hour, the water was already falling very slowly.

Under the gaze of everyone, Han Cheng moved the clay pot away, pulled the wrapped cloth away, and then the white, tender and steaming tofu appeared in front of everyone.

Han Cheng smiled, it's really not easy to eat tofu these days, but fortunately, I finally got it!

He couldn't wait to grab the bone knife, cut a small piece and put it in his mouth.

The smell of freshly ground fresh tofu surrounded him, a feeling that he had not seen for a long time, very wonderful, as if his pores were opened at this moment.

Wu also made a small piece of tofu and put it in his mouth, this time it didn't melt in his mouth, he felt the presence of tofu.

But as Miko said, this thing is very soft, and it can be easily chewed even in a toothless place.

Sure enough, it is a food that is especially suitable for the elderly who have lost their teeth.

However, the taste is not as good as expected.

Of course, the taste is not as good as expected, after all, this is white tofu that has not been cooked in any way.

Han Cheng squinted, looking arrogant.

How dare you doubt the taste of tofu? It looks like I'm going to show my hand today.

After making up his mind, he began to think about how to eat tofu.

Shallot tofu tofu? This is simple and easy to make, and the hot tofu just out of the pot is just right, but there is a lack of small grinding oil in the tribe.

Mapo tofu?

This is definitely delicious, and if it is really made, it will definitely be able to make primitive people want to stop while stampering, but it is a pity that there are no chili peppers and peppers......

Boiled tofu? This can be done, but the taste is lighter.

After thinking about it carefully for a while, Han Cheng was a little helpless, he had good ingredients, but there were no corresponding good seasonings, which was also extremely distressing.

Fortunately, he is a foodie himself, and he is also the kind of foodie from the empire, and it is really difficult for him to eat tofu.

After thinking about it for a while, I had an idea.

At that moment, let the minors in the tribe carry the fish cage out of the tribe and walk towards the small river.

With the quiet shift in staple food and the decline of fish in the creek, the Qingque tribe has long since gone fishing every day.

Only once every few days or more will I catch it.

In the spring, the number of fishing is even less pitiful, because Miko said that at this time many fish are producing seeds.

Arresting one fish can make many fish disappear, which is really not cost-effective.

After thinking about it carefully, the people of the Qingque tribe felt that what Shenzi said was very right.

After all, there are only so many millet-like fish roe in the belly of the fish, and if you let them become fish, it will be very different.

Of course, the premise of this is that the Blue Sparrow tribe has plenty of food to eat besides fish.

Without the rest of the food, it is impossible for the fish in the creek to recuperate.

The moratorium on fishing advocated by Han Cheng was still effective, and more than a dozen minors went out with fish cages, and before noon, they brought back more than 40 catties of fish.

Such efficiency would not have been achieved the year before.

After cleaning the fish, the fish was cut into sections, salted, and put some wine to remove the smell, and then Han Chengcheng began to slice the tofu cut into cubes with a bone knife.

That's right, what he's going to make is fish soup tofu.

In fact, if the ingredients are sufficient, the fish head tofu soup is the best, but the fish in the creek are far more than before, and there are many mouths in the tribe.

If you only use fish heads to stew soup, it is a bit too extravagant.

After the tofu is cut, the fish in a clay pot is basically marinated.

Put the fish in a large clay jar, add a small amount of water and simmer for a while, then add a lot of water and put the tofu in it and cover the pot and stew together.

There is a saying called '10000 boiled tofu and 10,000 boiled fish', which means that tofu, like fish, is an extremely resistant ingredient, and the longer it is stewed, the better it tastes.

Of course, the premise is that after boiling the water, turn to low heat and simmer, otherwise the fish will not be boiled after a long time of stewing.

After boiling for a while, the aroma has begun to spread around.

The novelty of tofu that appeared in the tribe for the first time, coupled with this wonderful fragrance, aroused the gluttony in the stomachs of everyone in the tribe.

Wu, Senior Brother, and Stone, the foodies with relatively high status in the Qingque tribe gathered around the vat to swallow saliva, while the rest of the people swallowed saliva while working.

As for the long-legged and grassroots, these slaves only vaguely heard that the great god son had made another excellent food, and all they could do was to look at the courtyard from a distance and imagine how wonderful the new food should be.

The lid on top of the vat was lifted, and white water vapor filled the air.

The white, boiled tofu with some small holes is mixed with the fish segments and soaked in the whitish fish broth, and a few handfuls of green shallots are sprinkled with it.

The ingredients were limited, except for a few people such as Han Cheng, the rest of the people only got a small half bowl.

But regardless of whether there is fish in the bowl or not, there will be a little tofu in it.

The small pieces of tofu that are only two centimeters wide, four centimeters long, and less than half a centimeter thick are pressed and opened with a spoon from the middle, and then put them into two bowls for two people to eat.

He thought so, but the tribesmen didn't.

They all see the amount of tofu, but it's really not much.

Many of them are ready to wait until after autumn to eat and taste tofu.

What I didn't expect was that Miko actually let everyone eat tofu today.

One or two are warm in their hearts, and in such an emotion, they can eat twelve points out of six points.

In addition, there is little tofu, which everyone cherishes, and the taste of fish soup tofu is really good, so after a meal, everyone who eats it is full of praise for tofu.

It also made everyone make up their minds to serve the beans well, and when the time comes, they will be able to eat tofu every day like millet.

The taste of the fish soup was stewed into the tofu, and after taking a bite and chewing it carefully in his mouth, Han Cheng narrowed his eyes comfortably......

The wind blows without heat, the bamboo forest swayes, and the green bamboo leaves seem to be cheering for this historic moment.

Three days later, the caravan of the Qingque tribe set off again, and they had already tasted the sweetness of the trade, and they were determined to exchange all the good things back to the tribe.