This is a conspicuous plant, with long, narrow leaves, similar to those of corn.

However, it is also very different, it is much narrower than corn leaves, and it is more similar to the sorghum called Shu millet in Han Cheng's hometown in later generations.

But there are still a lot of differences from the Shu millet in Han Cheng's memory, but it is more similar to another thing he is familiar with.

This kind of thing is called sweet millet in them.

The so-called sweet millet is a kind of sugar cane similar to that of the south, but it has many different things from sugar cane.

In terms of the climate in which it grows, sweet millet grows in a relatively northerly place, and does not require as much heat and water as sugar cane.

In addition, the knots of the sweet stalk are very long, each of which is about two or three knots comparable to that of a sugar cane.

However, it is much thinner than sugar cane.

The difference in appearance between the two is very similar to the difference between corn stalk and sorghum stalk.

Moreover, sugarcane is generally purple or red, while sweet millet is basically green.

When Han Cheng was a child, sweet millet was definitely a particularly attractive goodie, especially for children.

There is a place to get up, follow the adults all the way to the play, and be able to eat a piece of sweet millet stick, I am very happy.

However, like most rural children at that time, Han Cheng ate the most sweet corn stalks that needed to be bought with money, but the adults who hoeed the fields or cut the grass, and ate the kind of small corn stalks that did not grow.

In the cornfields, there will always be a lot of corn that has not grown due to various factors, generally only the thickness of an adult's little finger.

Such corn stalks are only a little bigger, even if they are corn-bearing.

However, compared to the strong corn stalks, the unopened corn stalks are sweeter, especially from the roots to the corn-bearing position.

Therefore, it is often cut off with a sickle by adults, and the leaves on it are removed, leaving only the pole for the children who follow it to eat as sweet millet sticks.

Not to mention, this is really a good thing to coax children.

At least Han Cheng himself was never coaxed by his family with this kind of thing when he was a child.

Cut five or seven with a sickle, and then put Han Cheng and these thin corn stalks in the shade of the field, and the adults began to hoe the ground with straw hats.

As for Han Cheng, he will definitely not make trouble until he eats these corn stalks.

After all, the children of that era had an extraordinary desire for sweetness, and this kind of small corn stalk was more enjoyable to eat than the white grass roots.

At this time, Han Cheng was naturally happy to see this kind of sweet millet that looked very similar to the sweet millet in his memory.

If this kind of thing is really sweet millet rods, it means that your tribe will have a very good snack to eat in the future.

That's not all, the most important thing is that you can use the juice of this sweet millet to boil sugar.

The sugar made with this kind of thing must taste purer than the fruit sugar he boiled with fruit.

What's more, the yield of this stuff is definitely much higher than that of fruit sugar.

If you want to know whether this kind of thing is the sweet stalk in your memory, it is not easy to determine the similar appearance alone, and the most direct and effective way is to use your teeth to distinguish it.

It's the same way you tell if a chicken is young.

So Han Chengcheng took a scythe from the hand of the entourage and struck at the thicker one at the edge, which resembled a sweet millet rod.

After cutting it off, use a sickle to cut off the shoots that have not yet grown up, remove the leaves that have grown on it, and scrape the remaining poles with a sickle, and the surface layer with a layer of hoarfrost rolls down to the ground.

The movements are very skillful.

After it is done, he can't wait to bring the root end to his mouth and bite off a piece of skin with his teeth.

After a while, the bottom section had been peeled off by Han Cheng.

After biting into a section and chewing it slowly, there is also some sweetness spreading in the mouth.

However, this sweetness is very light, the taste is not good, it looks a little chewy, and there is more slag and less juice.

Moreover, this sweetness is not very authentic, with some green flavor.

If such a situation occurs, it is also within the scope of Han Cheng's acceptance.

After all, those sweet millet stalks planted in later generations don't know how many years and how many generations of domestication they have, and what he encounters now is still the kind that grew savagely in the primitive era.

Also, it's not a good time to produce sweet stalks, and they usually don't grow until autumn.

The one I started just now can only be regarded as a seedling that has just opened, and it is very good to have some light sweetness.

As for the green flavor that is not very good, it is also a normal phenomenon.

Looking at the original version of the sweet millet in front of him and feeling the taste in his mouth, Han Cheng's face was full of smiles, it was really an unexpected surprise for him to be able to meet such a thing as sweet millet pole here.

It is the thing which did not think about this at all.

In later generations, Han Cheng did not know whether there was such a thing as sweet millet rods in the Sichuan Basin.

But now, I don't know how many years it will take for future generations to happen, and it is not uncommon for some situations like this to occur.

"Miko, what is this?"

When the followers saw their god son take a bite of something they hadn't seen before, they couldn't help but smile and couldn't help but ask out loud.

There were even many people whose hearts couldn't help but beat faster, thinking that what their Divine Son was eating now was the rice that they had told them not long ago that had played an extremely important role.

"It's sweet millet! It tastes very sweet when it is ripe, and can be used to boil sugar, and the boiled sugar is sweeter than fruit sugar.

It can also be eaten raw, just like I did just now, but if I eat too much, my mouth is prone to blood blisters. ”

Han Cheng raised the sweet stalk in his hand, which was still immature and had already been poisoned by him, and said to everyone with a smile.

After hearing that this kind of thing was not rice, the people in the tribe couldn't help but be a little disappointed, but after learning about the use of sweet millet from Han Cheng, everyone's slight disappointment suddenly disappeared, and they all turned into a thick surprise.

Compared with the people of later generations, the people living in this era are even more difficult to refuse the sweetness, after all, before Han Cheng didn't make the fruit candy, the people in the tribe had never eaten real candy at all.

You can only taste the sweetness in some fruits.

And they who have eaten fruit candy are deeply impressed by the goodness of candy, and the sweet taste seems to be able to sweeten from the mouth to the heart.

Now, when they heard their god son say that this kind of thing called sweet millet can actually be boiled to make sugar sweeter than fruit candy, it is naturally exciting.

Looking at this piece of sugar cane, green light will appear in every eye.

A breeze blows, and the sweet millet stalks shake, and their respective leaves collide with each other, making a 'rustling' sound, as if they feel the murderous aura from a group of foodies, and they shiver there.

Regardless of whether it was trembling or not, these people followed Han Cheng's example, cut some with a sickle, peeled off the skin on the outside with their teeth, and began to eat.

"Eat less, just eat two bites per person."

Han Cheng said to everyone at the right time.

Although he has basically determined that this kind of thing is sweet millet rods, it is not yet autumn at this time, and there is still a certain chance that he will admit his mistake.

There's always nothing wrong with being careful.

Of course, everyone listened to Han Cheng's words very much, although some people still wanted to eat more, but after hearing Han Cheng say this, they stopped eating more.

However, the second senior brother finally bit down on a very big bite, and he was about to turn it over in his mouth.

The unexpected appearance of the sweet millet poles suddenly made the atmosphere of the team lively, and everyone looked at these sweet millet poles here for a while, and after erecting two poles to make this place look more conspicuous, under the leadership of Han Cheng, they walked a distance downstream, and then began to cross this swamp-like place to the east.

As he walked, Han Cheng looked at the surrounding plants, trying to find traces of the rice.

There is a sentence called Fu Wushuang to this day, and disaster does not go alone to do it every day, and this sentence is very suitable for the Qingque tribe led by Han Cheng today.

Together with everyone, but after walking a short distance inside, Han Chengcheng saw something that surprised him extremely much!

About seven or eight meters away from him, there was a patch of plants, which were green and green, and the leaves were also a little narrow, but much smaller than the leaves of the sweet millet that I had seen not long ago.

And, unlike many grass plants that crawl on the water or live on the ground, these plants are taller and grow upright towards them.

It is very similar to the rice that Han Cheng missed.

"Stop!"

Han Cheng shouted to everyone, his voice trembling involuntarily.

After hearing Han Cheng's voice, everyone stopped and turned their eyes to Han Cheng.

After seeing their gods staring at a plant not far away, looking extremely excited, everyone also became excited all of a sudden, and some people's heartbeats couldn't help beating violently again.

The second senior brother even felt that his mouth was a little dry, and his breathing was a little short.

The stone not far from Han Cheng had also fixed its eyes on the plant not far away, and his heart was beating like a drum.

"God... Son of God, this... It's not water... Rice? ”

The stone reached out and wiped some of the water and snot that flowed out involuntarily because he was too excited, and he stammered a little when he spoke.

"I ...... I don't ...... either I'm not sure! ”

Han Cheng, who also spoke a little stammering, replied like this.

Fortunately, Han Cheng, who spoke like this just now, if it were someone else, many people in the tribe couldn't help but complain.

What's that? You don't know if it's not, what are you doing with such excitement?

Han Cheng really didn't talk nonsense here, he really couldn't be sure whether these were rice in front of him at this moment.

Rice is best identified when there are flowering or heavy ears of grain after it grows, and it is easy to distinguish it from other similar weeds.

Of course, if the seedlings are neatly planted in the paddy field in later generations, even if they have just been planted, it can still be easily distinguished from the rest of the things, after all, it is impossible for people to plant the rest of the weeds in the paddy field.

There are many weeds that resemble seedlings, such as the barnyard grass in the 'barnyard grass', which looks very similar to rice when it is young, and it is easy to confuse it.

In the hometown where Han Cheng lived in later generations, the main crops were wheat, corn, peanuts, and soybeans, which were basically dry land, and only a small amount of paddy fields could be found under the small earthen dam that was blocked.

When I was young, I would grow some rice in a little paddy field from my family every year, and after harvesting, I would eat it at home.

By the time they got bigger, the paddy fields were basically deserted, and no one was growing rice anymore, not even soybeans.

So really, he is far less familiar with rice than wheat and other crops.

At this time, it is also normal to be stupid to tell whether the rice that appears in front of me is the rice that I am thinking about or some weeds similar to rice.

"Let's take a look."

Han Cheng said this and began to walk towards the suspected rice plant with the rest of the people.

Pausing in front of this plant, Han Cheng began to look down at the plants carefully.

It looks very similar to the rice in my memory, but at the same time, I feel like I have seen some rice-like weeds, which is very uncomfortable, and the mood is like a roller coaster, up and down, tangled.

After struggling like this for a while, Han Cheng's eyes couldn't help but light up when he saw those dry grass stalks that were either lying in the water, or the dry grass stalks that were standing there without lodging.

Because some of the dry grass stalks still have some stalks after heading.

But there are basically no more fruits.

Since last autumn, almost half a year has passed, and many ripe fruits have fallen into the water under the wind and rain.

These newly-grown, rice-like things are a testimony.

As for those who are more nostalgic and stay in their mother's arms and are unwilling to leave the fruit, they basically enter the belly of the birds.

Judging from the mud and the droppings of the birds and finches on the blades of grass, it is clear that these birds have come here to fight in the autumn wind.

But the autumn wind of birds is still not as good as that of humans.

Like now.

"Look at the seeds!"

Han Cheng said to the people around him, and he himself had already stretched out his hands and began to grope for an ear of hay in front of him, and after the others got the order, they all followed his example and moved their hands on the dried grass stalks.

In this process, everyone was very careful not to step on these rice-like plants, just as they used to weed the crops in the tribal fields.

"Miko! Here are a few! ”

After a few moments, a man shouted excitedly and spread his calloused palms.

In the palm of his hand, there are several small fruits.

"Bring it and I'll see it!"

After hearing such a voice, Han Cheng's heart jumped violently, and he suddenly looked up at the man's palm, and after this glance, the whole person's heart couldn't help but beat violently again, as if he was beating a drum, and the whole person was a little excited and couldn't help himself.

The rest of the people who heard that person's words also raised their heads suddenly at the same moment, and many surprises, expectations, and burning eyes focused on this person together.

And that person, because he had found something that might be extremely important to the tribe, turned red with excitement, and his body trembled a little.

He couldn't wait to go towards where Han Cheng was, took a step and suddenly came to his senses, and quickly closed his outstretched palms, clenching his fists tightly, for fear that if he was not careful, the few fruits in his hands would disappear.

After Han Cheng said those words, he also walked towards this person, and after a while, the two met.

"God, Son of God......"

The man said excitedly, and slowly spread out the tightly clenched palms, while placing the other hand under him, ready for protection.

As a god son, Han Cheng's state is not much better than this person, and the whole person's excited hand doesn't know where to put it.

It's not that he hasn't seen the world, but because he can't eat the rice that he can throw away at will in the next life, and this era is extremely important to him and their tribe!

A new grain, but a grain that has been proven by history for thousands or even more, is very important for a tribe, or for an entire age.

He raised his hand, shook it vigorously, calmed his hand a little, and then carefully picked up a small fruit from the tribe's palm, which was also a little trembling, and put it in front of his eyes to look at it carefully.

The fruit is not large, and the two ends are a little pointy, and the color appears a little black because of the long-term exposure to wind and sun.

Despite this, Han Cheng was extremely obsessed with it, as if he had seen the best scenery and the most precious treasures, with a foolish smile on his face.

After smirking like this for a while, he pinched it with his fingers, then pinched it with his fingernails, and began to carefully peel off the outer layer of hard shell.

Although I have told myself countless times in my heart that as a person who has come from the afterlife, has seen the world, and is also the god son of the Qingque tribe, now he is just facing a small grain of rice, what is there to be excited about?

must be calm, maintain a tall and mighty image in the hearts of everyone, and not behave like a dirt bun who has never seen the world.

But when I started peeling, my hands couldn't help but tremble slightly.

After a short while, one of the two pointed fruits was peeled open by Han Cheng, revealing a color that was a little white and at the same time had a hazy and transparent feeling.

Although Han Cheng had basically determined that this was rice when he saw the appearance of these fruits in the hands of the tribe man, he was completely relieved to see this familiar and a little unfamiliar color after peeling off these shells at this moment, and a strong joy also welled up in his heart.

Han Dashenzi, who was happy as if he had been stabbed by a fart, continued to move in his hand, and it didn't take long for all the shells on the outside of this fruit to be peeled off.

A small fruit fell into the palm of his hand.

This is a small grain of rice, showing an irregular cylindrical shape, the color is white, there is a slightly translucent feeling, it does not look as good as the polished rice bought in later generations, and it is not as big as the common rice grain in later generations, only about half its size, but Han Cheng is still overjoyed.

Because, it's a grain of rice!

After Han Cheng picked up a grain of grain from this person's hand, the people who followed him all gathered around, stretching out their heads one by one, staring at their eyes, and watching their gods' movements with burning eyes, and when Han Cheng began to peel the rice, their hearts were all raised to their throats.

At this time, seeing the unusually beautiful fruit in Miko's hand, and seeing the bright smile on Miko's face like eating magpie, everyone laughed stupidly.

Especially after remembering the benefits of rice that Miko had said earlier, the smiles on everyone's faces became even thicker.

"You peel it."

Han Cheng picked up a few grains of rice in the hand of the person who found the rice, gave one of them to this person again, and gave the other few grains to the second senior brother and senior brother Sha who were standing closer, and asked them to peel them together, so that they could share this joy together.

The few people who got the grains all looked excited to learn from Han Cheng's example, and used their fingernails to peel off the husks on the outside of the grains, and after a while, a few similar grains of rice appeared in their respective hands.

Everyone carefully held it in the palm of their hands, put it in front of their eyes and watched it carefully, only to think it was extremely beautiful.

When watching, everyone didn't dare to come out, for fear that they would get rid of this extremely precious thing.

A few grains of rice began to circulate in the hands of the people, and everyone touched the new grain, which was of great importance to the tribe.

In the end, these grains of rice returned to Han Cheng's hands.

Holding some of these grains of rice in his hand, looking at the tribesmen with a smirk on their faces, and then looking at the rice growing in front of him, some sparse and some dense, Han Cheng also smiled like a fool.

At Han Cheng's signal, everyone touched the old rice that had not been touched before, looking for some of the rice that might have survived.

When doing this, everyone was cautious, for fear that they would step on these precious seedlings.

After some searching, Han Cheng and the others really found about a hundred more grains of rice with husks.

Make an eye-catching mark on this place where rice grows, and Han Cheng and his party, who were in a very good mood, continued to step on the muddy water and walked towards the front, leaving a line of imprints.

In the process of returning, they found several more large or small rice patches near this area where rice was growing, and obtained some rice with husks.

But after being far away from here, I haven't seen it again......

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