Next, the sheep are driven into the sheepfold, so that even if the sheep have settled down in the Tianlong tribe, the children will bring grass and feed it to the sheep who have just arrived in their tribe.

In the eyes of the children, the sheep will love their new home, and they will be able to live in a spacious, covered house, without the wind and rain, without fear of being attacked by wild animals, and will be able to play with peace of mind just as they do.

Wang Tian instructed the children not to enter the sheepfold, the goats were still very aggressive, and the pair of horns on their heads grew not only for good looks.

In the news of later generations, Wang Tian remembers seeing many reports of children being seriously injured by goats.

The children naturally obeyed the words of the Son of Heaven, and they understood that the reason why they could eat enough and not have to worry about danger coming at any time was brought to them by the Son of Heaven, who was a messenger sent by Heaven and the greatest gift from the gods to the Tianlong tribe.

When it comes to gifts, Wang Tian feels that millet is the greatest gift from God to the Tianlong tribe, even if the original cultivation method of bag and fire is used, the tribe will no longer need to worry about food in the future.

"Wu, you see this is corn, also called millet, it is more nutritious than meat! This is our biggest harvest today, and the 'wind blowing rice and flowers' in the song of the Tianlong tribe refers to it" Wang Tian excitedly took out the corn and shared the good news with Wu.

Wu took the corn handed over by Wang Tian and looked at it carefully, he pinched the hard husk with his hand, and didn't understand why Wang Tian attached so much importance to it.

Can people eat corn so hard? Will it be delicious? Is it really as nutritious as the Son of Heaven said? At this time, there was a question mark in the witch's heart......

He took off a few of them, put them in his mouth, and laboriously chewed them with his teeth that were not good, hard, dry, and the husks of the millet were still a little stuffed, and they didn't seem to be as good as the Son of Heaven said.

At this time, Wang Tian shook his head with a smile and said, "Wu, this corn is not eaten like this, the fruit must be shelled and cooked before it can be eaten. ”

After speaking, he looked at the two baskets of corn seeds collected today, and he estimated that he could get about 60 catties of millet after hulling.

He asked Wu for a rod scale, weighed 10 catties of grains from it, and handed it to the big hand to let him thresh the millet with a stone nest made of pounding fish maw gum.

He wants to give everyone a taste of millet, so as to stimulate everyone's enthusiasm for cultivating wasteland, and at the same time, he can also get the proportion of grain produced by millet after threshing.

Later, it can be compared with artificially planted corn to see whether the yield can be improved through precision planting, and how much of the increase is made, and these data play an important role in the subsequent breeding of food crops.

Belch! said a lot of lofty reasons, in fact, Wang Tian's mouth is greedy, of course, if you want to eat millet dry rice now, it is impossible, the tribe now has more than 100 mouthfuls, and it would be good for everyone to drink millet porridge.

After Wang Tian handed over the work of rice to the big hand, he asked Ling'er to bring a few large dustpans, pour the remaining corn into them, and after drying them for a few days, they were threshed by hand, and finally they could be drilled into the clay pot and preserved.

After the beginning of spring next year, the seeds can be sown, and now that the sky is gradually getting dark, tonight it will be placed on the billiard table in the pavilion hall 5, and tomorrow it will start to dry.

Now the pheasants are running all over the ground on the observation deck of the tribe, and in order to prevent these precious corn seeds from being pecked by the pheasants, Wang Tian drove all the pheasants back to the chicken pen and encircled them.

After doing this, the sky was completely dark, Wang Tian asked Huzi to light him with a torch, searched the top of the pavilion, and finally found a tenderloin.

Tenderloin is a lean piece of meat under the backbone that is connected to a large pork rib, and it is the most tender part of the pork, and this meat is the most delicious when used to make lean porridge.

I looked at it and felt that it was a little less, and found a leg of foreleg meat, which is also known as sandwich meat, located in the upper part of the front leg, half fat and half lean, with many old tendons and strong ability to absorb water.

It is just used to absorb the unique aroma of millet porridge, take out a saber and cut the meat into thin slices, and put it in a clay bowl for later use.

Then let Ling'er find a large handful of tiny chives from the kitchen, carefully chop them into chopped green onions, this primitive four seasons have a strong fragrance, and some spicy eyes, like cutting onions.

As the only spice in the tribe, and the only artificially grown vegetable that can be picked in the tribe now, it is indispensable on the table every day.

After these wild onions were transplanted, they were planted in the soil with farm fertilizer, and the growth was gratifying, and the onion leaves became much larger, which is not much different from later generations.

After the ingredients were ready, Wang Tian picked up a dustpan, went to the place where the big hand scooped rice, and poured more than half of the corn into the dustpan with the shell.

Control the dustpan with both hands, let the millet rotate inside, and then start to bumble, because the unhulled millet is not the same weight as the millet and the chaff, the corn in the dustpan is automatically divided into three parts.

Wang Tian found two other dough baskets, and then his wrist shook rhythmically, turning the husk upside down into one of the dough baskets, and then used the same method to separate the millet as well.

This series of actions of playing with the sky stunned Ling'er and the big hands.

"I'll go, the Son of Heaven is too powerful, not only the beasts listen to him, but even these wild spikes are so obedient?"

The two of them looked incredible, and Ling'er opened her mouth in surprise, shouting in fuss on the side, clamoring to give it a try.

"Ling'er, try again next time, I'm still in a hurry to make porridge, this is very simple, it's not a spell." This time, Wang Tian did not agree to Xiao Ling's request.

When the big hand heard the Son of Heaven say this, he immediately took the corn that had not been filled in the hand of the Son of Heaven, poured it into the stone nest again, and then scooped it up with the "nest stick".

Soon, with the cooperation of the Son of Heaven, the rice was finished, and after Wang Tian washed the rice, he added it to the three boiling soup pots for boiling.

After a while, a rich fragrance wafted up, with a wet sweetness, and everyone found that the soup in the soup pot had become white, and the rice grains in the water were constantly tumbling.

Everyone immediately realized that the Son of Heaven must have made another delicious food, and the hungry people were all intoxicated and smelled the aroma in the air.

Wang Tian used a clay spoon to constantly stir the millet porridge in the soup pot to prevent the rice grains from settling down and burning, and then said: "This is the way to cook corn, you can cook porridge like this, and you can directly steam it into fragrant white rice when there are more of them in the future." ”

"Everyone can eat it after a while, and all the remaining corn has to be set aside to make seeds, and next year, at the latest, everyone will be able to eat fragrant white dry rice, which can only be boiled into porridge now, and everyone will taste it first," Wang Tian continued.

When everyone saw that they couldn't eat it, they were all disappointed and immediately licked their lips with their tongues, scratching their ears and cheeks, as if there was an eight-legged fish living in their hearts, and they couldn't wait to take out a bowl and taste it first.

Produced by the Son of Heaven, it must be a high-quality product, this is the consensus of everyone in the tribe, and everyone is looking forward to it when the millet porridge in the mouth of the Son of Heaven comes out of the pot.

As time passed, the aroma became stronger and stronger, and everyone, including Wang Tian, swallowed their saliva, and when the rice soup began to thicken, Wang Tian first added the calf meat.

After that, add the tenderloin, add the appropriate amount of salt, grab a handful of chopped chives, sprinkle evenly into the three pots, and then remove the fire, and the lean millet porridge is boiled successfully.

At this time, the fragrance in the air became more and more intense, and after a busy day, everyone had already been hungry, and now they suddenly smelled a strange fragrance, and this smell was still a taste they had never tasted before, and this strange smell seduced their stomachs to growl.

Looking in the direction where the fragrance came from, I saw that the women and children were leaning towards Wang Tian, stretching their necks and drooling one by one.

Wang Tian's implementation of the maternity system, the confinement system, and the insistence that children can be allowed to eat these measures made him closer to women and children.