"Brother Cheng, what is that?"

Carrying a half-clay pot of loaches, Bai Xuemei, who was so happy that she couldn't do it, jumped to Han Cheng's side and let Han Cheng see their harvest.

After a while, she saw something, stretched out her hand and pointed not far from the river bank, asking Han Cheng.

Han Cheng, who was also very excited to look at these loaches, looked in the direction pointed by Bai Xuemei when he heard this, and saw that on the bank of the river, which was half a meter away from the river, there was a yellow and somewhat reddish thing, which was glowing with some luster of engine oil dripping into the water.

This is very common in places like small rivers, creeks, and mud ditches.

This question, when Han Cheng was a child in later generations, also asked adults, and the answer he got was yellow eel urine.

Han Cheng was convinced of this, and it wasn't until he grew up that he learned the true face of this thing from his teammates.

It's not yellow eel urine, it's iron bacteria.

Han Chengcheng gave her the name of the iron bacteria.

What is a bacterium, Bai Xuemei didn't know, and she didn't ask in detail, just nodded vigorously.

Han Cheng, who was in a good mood, took the empty card and loaches, and happily returned to the tribe with Bai Xuemei and them with the expectation of eating delicious food.

There is a more famous dish, what is the name Han Cheng can't remember, but he remembers the method clearly.

First, raise the loach in clean water for a few days, change the water frequently, and let it spit out the sediment in its stomach.

After that, put the live loach in the pot and add water to start boiling, and when the water is hot and the loach is almost unbearable, put a piece of tofu in it.

These loaches, which are burned by the water, will be buried into the cooler tofu and then cooked together......

There are no beans in the Qingque tribe, so naturally there is no tofu, and it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, and Han Cheng can only think about this dish in his heart.

However, there are many ways to eat loaches, and it is not necessary to die in this one.

All the loaches were killed, and then a leaf called a 'tree tree' was brought over and wrapped around the loaches to rub them back.

The surface of the leaves is rough, which pulls the mucus off the loaches.

After that, it is disemboweled, salted for an hour or two, and then fried in animal oil, and the whole body is golden brown, and the taste is surprisingly good.

The only thing that's a bit of a pity is that there's no flour.

Otherwise, if you wrap it in flour and fry it in the pot, the taste will definitely be unforgettable, and the child next door will cry again.

It seems that there is no need to be so troublesome, and the loach fried in this way has already made everyone in the tribe full of praise, and their mouths are full of oil!

Although there are a lot of loaches caught this time, they can't stand the large number of people in the Qingque tribe, and one person is not enough.

Of course, such a little loach was not enjoyable, so Chen and a few other young people began to learn from Han Cheng's example, and then made a card to catch loaches, clamoring to catch all the loaches in the river and eat them.

Han Cheng also made it with them, and found a feather to tie it to the top of the card.

"Bang Bang!"

Several soft sounds sounded on the bank of the river, and Han Cheng patted his head vigorously.

Bai Xuemei, who was holding dozens of cards dressed in earthworms, was stunned, and hurriedly stepped forward to grab Brother Cheng, who was self-harming.

Of course, Han Cheng didn't think about it, and wanted to shoot himself into a concussion, but suddenly wanted to pass one thing.

"You can get these cards, give me the jars!"

Han Cheng said very excitedly, and without waiting for Bai Xuemei to react, he picked up the clay pot placed next to Bai Xuemei, and jumped directly off the riverbank under Bai Xuemei's extremely shocked gaze.

There was no jumping into the river, and the riverbed was not full of water.

Han Cheng didn't care if the mud would stain his straw sandals, so he came to the piece of iron bacteria that Bai Xuemei asked him about yesterday, found a piece of bark, and carefully put these iron bacteria that were very similar to the color of rust into the jar with some soil below.

It wasn't surprising that he had lost his temper like this, as he suddenly remembered some of the words that his teammate had said when he introduced the iron bacteria.

These iron bacteria are very high in iron!

Since the iron content is high, does that mean that these things can be used to refine pieces of iron?

Even if these iron bacteria are not as productive as iron ore, as long as they can smelt some iron, even if they can only make a small iron knife or a small iron chisel!

With one such tool in hand, Han Chengcheng is confident that he can build a working cocoon!

Bai Xuemei and the other people by the river didn't know why Miko suddenly became so excited, and he also paid so much attention to those ordinary iron bacteria.

Can this thing be eaten too?

Just like salt, when added, it makes food extra delicious?

Thinking like this, everyone couldn't help but become excited, and after taking the card down the river, they also followed Han Cheng's example, looking for iron bacteria, and collecting them.

By the afternoon, the iron bacteria had already filled half a clay pot, weighing almost five or six pounds.

Han Cheng dug out a ball of iron bacteria from the jar, formed it into a ping-pong ball size with his hands, and put it on a stone slab to dry.

These mud-containing iron bacteria are heavier to start with than mud that is about the size of a person.

Han Cheng was happy in his heart, it seems that this iron weapon has a play!

Such a strange move by the Divine Son quickly attracted attention in the Qingque Tribe.

Something harder than stone? Stronger than stone?

Wu looked at the lumps of mud placed on the stone slab in front of him, and it was difficult to connect them with what Miko had just said.

The stone was the hardest and strongest thing that the people of the Wu and Qingque tribes had ever seen, and he really couldn't think of what it was like to be harder and stronger than the stone.

Not only him, but also the rest of the Qingque tribe.

Will this thing be hard with stones?

Wu looked at the mud ball on the edge and muttered to himself, the mud ball had the mark he had just poked with his fingers.

This is ordinary mud, right?

Thinking like this, the doubts in his heart suddenly became much smaller, because he remembered that the pottery in the tribe was still cement.

Both of these things are dirt and dirt, and the other is piles of ash that can eventually become extremely strong......

It didn't take long for me to be relieved, and my heart was full of doubts.

Miko said that he would use this thing called iron to make a more useful tool.

This thing is harder than stone, how can it be made?

Can't figure it out, can't figure it out......

Wu shook his head, only to feel that the whole person was dizzy.

Let's see what the gods do later.

Wu used the old method again—wait and see.

There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village.

Lu You's poem is really well written.

Han Cheng looked at the pill-like mud bumps on the slate in front of him, and his heart was filled with emotion.

As for Wu and them, Han Cheng is not ready to explain too much now, and when the iron is practiced and the tools are made, everything will become clear.

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