The autumn wind and autumn rain are sad.

Compared with the sentiments of the literati and writers, the farmers' feelings about this will undoubtedly be stronger and more intuitive, especially when the farm is busy, when encountering this kind of ghost weather, people jump and scold their mothers.

However, even if you want to jump and scold your mother, although it is said that man will win the day, but in many moments, human beings are still small and pitiful when facing nature.

Han Cheng didn't know how to chant mantras, and he didn't have the ability to use two cannons to disperse the rain clouds in the sky, so after being melancholy for a while, he didn't have much to think about except for asking people to go out to the scene from time to time to inspect the grain stacks to see if the covered grain poles had been blown away by the wind, and to dig some ditches around the grain stacks to drain the water.

Han Cheng prayed in his heart, this rain must not be continuous, otherwise, those grains growing in the ground are likely to sprout directly on them.

Even those that have already been stacked will be ruined a lot.

Compared to the perfunctory prayer of his pseudo-god, who brought up the feather crown and picked up the white bone staff and jumped and jumped, he was much more pious.

If Han Cheng hadn't forcibly stopped him later, this old man, who was older than all the witches in the Qingque tribe, was afraid that he would be able to continue this kind of laborious prayer until dark or even late at night.

I don't know if it was the witch prayer that worked, or if it was the luck bonus of Han Cheng, a traverser, at night, he was awakened by the cheers of "It's clear, it's clear".

Looking out through the burlap screens, you can see a clean night sky and bright stars.

In between these sounds, there was the cheers of the tribesmen, the croaking of frogs around them, and the occasional 'click' of water dropping from the eaves of the house in between these sounds.

Han Cheng laughed, Wu laughed, Senior Brother laughed, and many people in the tribe laughed......

The last grain is cleared and spread out on the field to be dried.

The people in the tribe have become darker and thinner a lot, looking at this, looking at that, many people are happy.

Not only because all the food of the tribe has been collected and there is nothing to waste, but in the next year, the food of the tribe will be settled.

Another important reason is that Miko is going to cook the kitchen himself to fulfill the promise made before the autumn harvest!

In the Qingque tribe, next to the small flower mill at the edge of the bamboo forest, a round guy rolled around on the ground with his head in his hands, like a big fluffy ball.

The little pea, which had been much more stable, was wearing open crotch pants and ran after the hairball, trying to hug the guy who was rolling back and forth on the ground.

The rinsed small flower mill is spinning quickly in a circle, and the soybean milk mixed with bean dregs flows down the area of the small flower mill.

After converging in the grooves around the small flower mill, it falls into the pot placed below.

The smell of raw soy milk fills the air with the small flower mill that is spinning rapidly.

Bean, not far away, scratched his head at all this.

He was also looking forward to the delicious food that Shenzi said, but this expectation turned into a strong doubt after seeing Han Cheng make a lot of newly beaten soybeans.

I remember the taste of soybeans and the state they will present after eating.

The delicacy that Miko said was actually made from this kind of bean, so soon after, after the people of the tribe ate the delicious food carefully prepared by Miko, would they also have that kind of uncomfortable situation?

After scratching his head for a while, Dou finally mustered up the courage to tell the interested Han Cheng about the things that would be very uncomfortable after eating too many beans.

After Han Cheng understood the meaning of the bean, he remembered that when he made tofu before, the beans had not yet come to the tribe, so he smiled and said to him Don't worry, after making tofu, there will be no more worries about this.

Bean scratched his head and thought about it for a long time, but he didn't figure out what tofu was.

I don't understand why after the beans turn into tofu, if you eat them again, your stomach won't be bloated.

But he didn't say anything more, because after such a long time, he had come to understand that this young and extremely mysterious Divine Son was always capable of doing things that were extremely surprising and thought impossible.

After grinding the beans for a while, Han Cheng handed over the job to Wu, who likes to eat tofu.

Don't worry about the witch being tired, there are many minors in the tribe who like to turn stone mills, and they are all around the neighborhood at the moment, waiting to replace the witch at all times.

Han Cheng came to the cave with two jars of soy milk, and at the critical moment of ordering tofu with brine, he was indispensable to operate it himself.

Filtering, boiling, ordering tofu, pressing tofu......

After the series of procedures were passed down in an orderly manner, the steaming, slightly yellowed hot tofu appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Dou and the people of the original Huangguo tribe followed and watched.

At this time, after seeing the tofu, they all widened their eyes in surprise.

Although this series of things happened in front of their eyes, they still felt great shock and amazement that those round beans could finally become such white and tender food.

Although I don't know how Miko is going to make this food, just this series of miraculous changes has already made Dou and other people who have seen this miraculous transformation for the first time have great expectations for the food that Miko will make.

Han Cheng found a copper knife and cut the newly pressed tofu into a square state horizontally and vertically.

Then do your own demonstration and cut one of the pieces into two-centimeter cubes, and leave the rest to the person who cooks a lot.

And he continued to order tofu.

In addition to ordering tofu, people also asked people to remove the meat from the dozen or so rabbits that were knocked to death, and use a knife to finely chop them into foam for later use.

After a while, seeing that a lot of tofu had been cut out, Han Cheng ordered someone to start burning the fire.

It was Huo Er, an increasingly old man, who was burning the fire.

At her age, in Han Cheng's cognition, she can do nothing at all.

Han Cheng told Huo Er about this more than once, but Huo Er refused to be idle at all, at least the old profession of burning fire, if her ability allows, she is not ready to give up.

After doing this a few times, Han Cheng saw that her body was also healthy, so he was not too reluctant.

After all, sometimes, it is better for the elderly to do something within their capacity than to be idle.

The animal fat, which didn't melt much, entered the pot, and after the oil was hot, Han Cheng put some peppercorns inside.

When the peppercorns were almost fried, Han Cheng put green onions into it again.

When the green onion was yellowed by the frying, I made half a bowl of chopped rabbit meat foamed into it and fried it in oil for a while.

When the fragrance wafted out, I added some water to it, put some salt in it, found a jar, and used a wooden spatula to get some black stuff out of it and put it in the juice.

This is bean paste, which was made by Han Cheng with boiled soybeans, and after putting them in the room to become moldy, he added water and salt, and covered the mouth of the basin with a linen cloth and dried it.

Because there were not many soybeans in the tribe before, most of them had to be used as seeds, so there were not many soybean pastes in the sun.

Because it is less, it is more precious.

After these soybean pastes were ready, Han Cheng was not willing to eat them, so by now, there are still more than half jars.

Fortunately, I didn't finish it before, otherwise I would be a little blind to make mapo tofu today, without soybean sauce.

After boiling the bean paste and rabbit meat foam in water for a while, Han Cheng put some water in it, and then put a small half pot of tofu cubes in it.

Seeing that there was not enough water in the pot, he put some more in it and covered all the tofu cubes before stopping.

The rest is to simmer over low heat.

Wait until these juices mixed with green onions, sauce, and meat are stewed almost, and the tofu cubes are flavored, and they can be out of the pot.

There were so many mouths in the tribe waiting, just using such a pot to make it couldn't keep up, after getting this pot ready, Han Cheng immediately asked people to start cooking another pot on the side.

In the end, it was directly the four pots that were fired at the same time, and Han Cheng was holding a spatula in his hand and scolding Fang Yu there.

If there is a fire in the pot again, Han Cheng is wearing a white and high chef's hat on his head, and he is from a proper New Oriental.

Of course, not the English-speaking New Oriental.

When the fourth pot is arranged, the first pot will already be able to come out.

Sprinkle some finely chopped green onions inside, stir it slightly, and a rich fragrance will already float out.

There were already a lot of people in the cave that was used as a kitchen, and at this time, as soon as they were attracted by the smell of the pot, there were more people who wanted to come to the cave for a while as if they had nothing to do.

After the pot came out, the pot was slightly brushed, and another pot of tofu was put into the pot.

Fifty acres of beans have been harvested for thousands of catties, and the remaining seeds have been removed, and the rest can also make the people in the tribe eat a few meals of tofu happily.

There is no need to make it as rare as before, and many people in a tofu tribe share it.

The smell of food lingered in the tribe, and the gluttonous insects in everyone's stomach were aroused, and one by one they waited eagerly for the Divine Son to make the food ready, eager to feast.

When the sun was setting in the west, and the light sprinkled red the whole river, in the coveted anticipation of everyone, pots of food were finally served.

The most eye-catching thing is not the pots of golden millet dry rice, but the stewed mapo tofu with sauce color and aroma.

Attracted by this tempting food, many people in the tribe even ignored the two large vats of egg drop soup......

In the anticipation of everyone, the meal finally began to spread, a large spoonful of millet dry rice, and a spoonful of stewed fragrant mapo tofu on top, which suddenly made the big bowl sharp.

After Han Cheng raised his voice and told everyone not to eat the peppercorns in the dish, the banquet that everyone had been waiting for for a long time kicked off.

Wu picked up a piece of tofu that was different from the white tofu in the past and put it in his mouth, chewed it a little harder, and his eyes narrowed.

The senior brother picked up a piece and chewed it twice, his eyes immediately widened, and he didn't say anything, but the speed of sending tofu to his mouth obviously increased by several levels.

The second senior brother is the most exaggerated, gobbling up is not enough to describe the way he eats at this time, a big bowl of dry rice is rising, and half of the effort has been reduced in a moment.

Watching him eat makes people very appetizing, as if his mouth is a bottomless pit, and the rice that is picked up into it is not chewed, and it goes directly into the stomach.

The most surprising thing to eat is the people of the original Huangguo tribe represented by the beans, even if they see it with their own eyes, it is difficult for them to associate the yellow fruit they have eaten before with this delicious food now.

This kind of earth-shaking change is truly amazing.

After chewing a piece of the bean slowly, he immediately sped up his meal.

Don't say that Shenzi has said before, after the beans are made into tofu, they will not have a stomach when they are eaten again, and even if they eat it, their stomachs will still be uncomfortable, and the beans will no longer care about it.

This food is just so wonderful that it's addictive.

Liang held the bowl, squatting in the shade, looking thinner than ordinary people, at this time, whether it was in the momentum of eating, or the speed, not inferior to others, holding chopsticks in one hand, holding a bowl in the other, eating sparsely.

Compared with others, he, a person who knows a lot of inside information, is more emotional.

It's really hard to imagine that the kind of small fruit that makes people want to squat there and drool for a long time can be so delicious when used to make tofu!

The uncomfortable hemp before, this time does not make people shy away, on the contrary, this kind of numbness, mixed with food, can stimulate people's taste buds more, and people can't stop at all.

I want to experience this wonderful feeling to the fullest.

Mourning and trade sweated slightly on their foreheads.

The members of the trade team, who stomped their mouths from time to time and inhaled some air, immediately became excited when they heard that the food was so delicious because of the addition of a new plant seed that they had brought back this time.

The fellows sucked their numb, oily lips, held the empty bowl in one hand, and thumped their chests with the other

It means that they are willing to set off immediately, go to that tribe, get back all the peppercorns of that tribe, uproot the pepper trees, and then plant them outside the kitchen of the Qingque tribe.

Let the people of the tribe experience this wonderful taste every day.

The rest of the people not only didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the behavior of Yan and Mao, but they also hammered their chests one after another, indicating that they were also willing to contribute.

It's just that the rest of the people reacted like this, Wu You are so old, what kind of fun are you making?

Han Cheng looked at this scene dumbfounded, and couldn't help but sniffle, isn't it just a pepper?

Is the reaction so exaggerated?

At this time, Han Cheng was very skeptical, if he said that in the distant Americas, there was a kind of chili pepper that could make food more delicious, and the group of foodies who were stimulated and were already fearless in front of him might be able to carry the canoe in the tribe and make a feat across the ocean......

(I fried a mapo tofu by myself tonight, and it tasted pretty good, haha...... Finally made up a chapter, ashamed)