At the end of summer, it is nature's gift to all things.

In this world that has not been destroyed by humans, as long as you look carefully, you will always find something that binds your stomach.

The effects of the flood have slowly receded, and those who survived have returned to their already dilapidated tribes.

Having nothing, like the ancestors of mankind for thousands of years, they have received the generosity of nature, wild fruits, rhizomes, and even elm money, which have become life-saving treasures.

Tenacious humans struggle to survive in this wild world, and a few fish caught from the river can make a weak tribe happy for a long time.

The Daqi tribe will naturally not let go of nature's generosity.

The products in the mountains and forests are far more abundant than those in the plains.

In addition to acorns, the fresh elm money has become the new favorite of Daqi.

Yang Hao didn't eat much of this stuff when he was a child, and he remembered the scene of climbing to the elm tree to eat a large piece when he was a child, and he was very emotional in his heart.

It's just that now I am looking at these familiar things, and it has been a thousand years.

The picking team has grown a lot, and the mountains are full of figures.

No one escaped at this time, after all, in the face of survival and freedom, most people did not have the courage to be willing to go into the deep mountains and old forests to be wild men for the sake of ethereal freedom.

After all, they are just ordinary people in this era.

In order to avoid insects, Yang Hao asked people to spread these acorns on straw mats to dry.

As for how to eat these acorns, all Yang Hao can think of is to make these things into flour.

Since no one had eaten it before, he could only take a small portion of it for experiments.

Untreated acorns have an astringent taste and are not tasty.

Yang Hao Zhizhi expects that after steaming, the taste of this thing will be better.

Peel the dried acorns, put them in a clay pot and mash them with a stick.

Next, he put it in a container and steamed it according to the method described in the poem.

He didn't know exactly how long it was steaming, and in line with the principle that the longer the time, the more cooked the food became, Yang Hao repeatedly changed the water I don't know how many times.

Leaning on the thick white slurry, Yang Hao wrinkled, the way this thing looks now, not only does it look disgusting, but it doesn't smell good.

After being busy for so long, he made this thing out, which made Yang Hao's mood a little low.

But having made it this far, he doesn't intend to give up halfway.

Pour the white slurry from the clay pot over the washed white linen.

After filtering out impurities, the final step is to dry in the sun.

No matter what kind of starch it is, only dehydration will always turn into powder, this is common sense, and he still understands.

The waiting process is difficult, and even in the scorching sun of late summer, it is difficult to evaporate the water quickly.

After knowing that two days later, a small pile of white powder was formed on the uneven stone slab.

Looking at this small pile of snow-white powder, Yang Hao was very excited, these things were not much different from the white noodles in his memory from the appearance.

I dipped a little in my finger and put it in my mouth and tasted it.

Some are dry and slightly astringent, but overall they are about the same as flour.

"Lao Tzu is really a fucking genius, and it seems that the racial skills of the Great Foodie Empire are going to be carried forward by me."

I don't know how long he hasn't eaten pasta, and when he looks at this almost two catties of noodles, his saliva is about to flow out.

For pasta, Yang Hao can think of dozens of ways to eat it, but there are only a handful of them that he can do.

"I knew this for a long time, and it was good to go to the New West and the New East for a year or two."

After scolding in his heart, Yang Hao decided to use these pasta pancakes, but before he could put his ideas into action, he sadly found that there was not even his mother's oil in the tribe.

Those precious oils have long since soaked those rattans.

Realizing this problem, Yang Hao had the urge to scold his mother.

The pancakes can't be baked, and in desperation, Yang Hao can only make the simplest pasta, boiled noodles in white water.

Fortunately, there was still a lot of coarse salt seized from those small tribes in the tribe, and if there was no salt, Yang Hao didn't know what to say.

When Yang Hao was busy with food in his tent, the "civil officials" of the Daqi tribe were a little uneasy.

Looking at the large expanse of acorns, everyone's face was full of confusion.

"Can you eat this thing? A strange smell. Shaoyan frowned and peeled off an acorn, tasted it, and suddenly looked constipated.

"The leader said he could eat it, so he should be able to eat it."

There was some uncertainty in the original tone.

Their guess is that Yang Hao is experimenting with himself, not because Yang Hao has a fearless spirit of selfless dedication, but just because of the gluttony in his stomach.

Yang Hao's noodles are still very successful, more than two catties of flour have not been used up, and the boiled noodles are only a little more than a bowl.

The noodles don't have any vegetables in them, just a little salt.

Looking at the tender noodles, Yang Hao swallowed his saliva, carefully picked one up with chopsticks, sucked it, and the noodles went into his stomach.

Yang Hao frowned, there was no problem with the taste, it was extremely smooth, but the taste was a little strange, with a slight sweetness and bitterness.

Although the taste is not good, this is good food, Yang Hao ate this bowl of noodles hard.

However, at night, Yang Hao felt uncomfortable, his stomach was a little swollen, and he let out several farts in a row. When I go to poop, I feel that it is difficult to excrete.

"Damn, I'm actually constipated."

This is the first time that Yang Hao has come to this era.

Although constipation is a very normal physiological phenomenon, it is inconvenient to be constipated in the morning and constipation in the evening, but it is constipation at this time, which makes it difficult not to think about acorn noodles.

After pooping painfully, Yang Hao's face was very ugly.

"Dog's day, there is no such good thing as pie in the sky."

Yang Hao was very depressed, he originally thought that he had found something good, but he didn't expect to have such side effects.

"No wonder this thing hasn't spread, it seems that the people before have realized the harm of this thing."

Yang Hao, who was in a depressed mood, walked around in the dark tent and muttered, "If you get it, you still have to fight the Three Flame Kingdom?" No, no, it's not time yet. ”

After walking irritably for a while, Yang Hao frowned and sighed lightly: "It seems that this can be like this, this thing can only be a supplement to food, be thrifty, and hold on until this batch of grain is harvested, alas!" ”

Yang Hao still gave up the idea of a head-on conflict with the Sanshu Kingdom, and his lack of strength made him feel a deep sense of powerlessness.