"Houji, this land will be handed over to you, and in addition, five more hard labor prisoners will be added to you to work on this land, and remember, how much rent should be paid on other land, and how much rent must be paid on this land."

Back in the settlement, Yang Jiao arranged more resources for Houji, and he viciously threatened in front of everyone: "If there is still a surplus after paying the rent, the rest can belong to you, if it is not enough, you will have to use your own grain to make up!" ”

This is an experimental field, where the selection of millet and soybeans will be carried out, although Yang Li is still nominally the owner of this small piece of public land, but the right to use it is actually in the hands of the Houji.

Hou pistle bowed and answered: "Your will." ”

Everyone looked at the back with pity, and the leader came back from the field with some strange blades of grass, and was stunned to let him grow the same yield as millet, isn't this deliberately tricking him?

If the leader wants to give this land to himself, then he must definitely refuse, which is obviously difficult.

It must have been the Hou Zhu who offended the big leader, maybe it was because of desertion in the battle.

Yang Jiao didn't know what the people who ate melons were thinking, so he motioned for Hou Ji to get up and take him a little away, avoiding the range where Falcon Wing and the others could hear the conversation.

"Houji, are you under pressure?"

Hou Zhu took a sharp breath and nodded vigorously: "Yes, but with your magical farming knowledge, I can definitely do it!" ”

"Very good," Yang Jiao patted the lean farmer on the shoulder, "Those words just now are mainly for others, because you don't have more military exploits, and the current land is distributed strictly according to military merits, do you understand what I mean." ”

Hou Zhu suddenly realized that the leader had just imposed so many harsh conditions on the process of acquiring the land, which could be summed up in nothing more than two words.

Serve the crowd.

Why does this person not have enough military exploits to get more slaves?

Why should this person be given more land because he has strong farming skills?

Yang Jiao just wants to keep the bottom line and let people know a concept - there is no such thing as being able to get land without military exploits!

If he takes this piece of land today, it may be worse than if he doesn't take it, which of you dares to follow suit?

Who has the confidence to pat their chests and say, I can do it, I can also grow this weed called weeds into grain?

This is called "rules".

And the rules have become iron laws, and they can create a strong army like the Qin army that sweeps Liuhe and annexes the Eight Desolations.

"So Houji, you remember it for me," Yang Li whispered, "You just have to worry about doing it boldly, if you don't succeed, with me on top, it fails, that is, I, Yang, can't see people accurately, it's my fault!" ”

Hou Ji forcibly endured his excited expression, not letting others in the distance see it, he almost bit his lip and swore to the sky: "Great Chief, if I fail to succeed in your cultivation, let me go out and be stoned to death and drowned by the river!" ”

Yang Li saw full enthusiasm in the eyes of the back pestle.

The matter of improving crops has been arranged, so the next thing is to use animal power, and the hunting team led by Falcon Wing was sent out to find wild cattle and sheep, but they were looking for them, and Yang Li could not be idle.

The hunting team went out, in fact, most of the men in the river bay went out, and the rest of the people were armed with weapons, for fear that those slaves would rise up and rebel, Yang Li was not worried about this, as long as there were tiger teeth in charge, the rebels without weapons could not pose a threat at all.

The night in the river bay came quickly, and in early autumn, the weather had begun to turn cooler, and Yang Li found that the maple leaves had begun to turn from green to yellow, and in a few days, it would be the red of the forest.

Dinner is made by Yang Li and Yulia together, the ancients ate roughly, either boiled or baked, if it is just cooked, although the taste is relatively light, but it is a healthy eating habit.

Of course, Yulia couldn't accept it, and she still had to smear honey on the barbecue.

Yang Jiao really couldn't stand it, and said I'll make you a distinctive, but keep it secret for the time being, you eat it honestly for a few days first.

What is this dish to be made, sweet and sour pork ribs.

Vinegar is made from grains, and compared with the acetic acid of later generations, it is slightly less sour, but it is full of aroma, and it is by no means weaker than modern vinegar in terms of taste.

There is no sugar, because there is no sugar cane cultivation in the river bay, in fact, with the knowledge that Yang Yu has mastered, it is not known whether cane sugar has been used by some ethnic groups in this era, but now there is a substitute, that is, honey.

So Yang Li grinded the millet into a paste and used it to replace the starch.

Whether sweet and sour can be made successfully is still a question, but Yang Li has time to experiment.

Now the settlement is thriving, in a period of steady development, there are crops to be planted, arable land to be expanded, there are giant beasts to be hunted, alien races to be wiped out, and the subsequent development is not overnight, it will take time.

The failed products of the experiment were all taken to feed the tiger teeth, this big man didn't know the original taste of sweet and sour pork ribs, and he didn't know that he had become Yang Jiao's test product, but the big leader saw that he was tired from training, and came to condole, and couldn't help but be greatly moved.

"Great Chief, it's you who personally deliver the meat! Delicious...... It's just a little sour! "It's too much vinegar.

"Great Chief, this meat is really generous, delicious! But the outer layer of powder is a little hard, and it hurts my teeth! "It's a millet paste that is fried hard.

"Great Chief, I'm not saying that your meat was not delicious the first few times, but today's approach feels really different."

In fact, it is all a practice, of course, the test person does not know.

Hearing Huya say this, Yang Li immediately stretched out his chopsticks, picked up a piece of the plate and stuffed it into his mouth...... Well, that's pretty much what it tastes like.

After a few days of experiments, Yang Li's sweet and sour pork ribs were finally baked one evening.

Lifting the animal skin at the door of the leader's shed, Yulia got in, and her head was only half poked in, and her mouth was already muttering: "Yang Jiao, you must give me honey today, less is less, I promise not to gain weight." ”

Under the pretext of eating healthily, Yang Li cut off Yulia's sweets for three days.

Mao Mei has faded out of her mouth, and she can't wait to attack the leader's shack at night and steal the whole jar of honey.

Yang Li carefully took out a pottery jar with dark red lines, and the round altar lid at the top was tightly seamed with the mouth of the altar, leaving almost no gaps, showing the superb craftsmanship of the pottery maker.

A little dark red sticky paste was left on the edge of the jar.

Yulia snorted a few times, and the expression on her face changed drastically.

"Well, go sit at the table, the wild vegetables haven't been fried yet!" Yang Li realized that his sense of smell had become accustomed to the strong aroma of sweet and sour pork ribs, and he thought that he had covered the meat tightly, but he didn't expect the sweet and sour sauce to be slightly stained on the outside, and he was actually sniffed by Mao Mei.

Yulia shook off the animal skin at the door, wiped two handfuls on her trouser legs with both hands, ignored Yang Li, and came up to grab the rib jar directly, her eyes were gloomy with green light, like a hungry she-wolf.

"Yulia, you wash my hands for me!" Yang Jiao hugged the jar in his hand tightly, glaring and scolding.

Mao Mei finally came back to her senses from the furious state of battle, she opened her hands and looked at it, still leaving the dirt on the harpoon and spear handle, carefully slanted at Yang Li, and found that the latter had a firm face, so she pouted and washed her hands.

The jar was placed in the middle of the table, and Yang Li pressed two green onions on the lid.

The green onion stem was green and lovely, and the green onion leaves were dark green and tender, and Yang Li poked it with his finger for three seconds, which finally attracted Yulia's attention.

"When I come back from frying, these two green onions are still like this," Yang Li withdrew his finger, and then poked Yulia's nose, "Can you do it." ”

"Can't!" Mao Mei protested.

"Huh? I didn't have to eat it since. Yang Jiao stiffened his face.

"Yes." Yulia replied quietly as she swallowed her saliva.

Okay, just have to emphasize it to her again and again, Yang Li went back to the kitchen and began to stir-fry vegetables with lard, this method of stir-frying was not popular before the Tang and Song dynasties, cooking is the way most people cook, so today since the classic Chinese delicacy of sweet and sour pork ribs has been restored, stir-fry will be done by the way.

With the sound of the thickened clay pot, the Stone Age stir-fry was finally baked, and Yang Li couldn't help but glance at the chimney above the newly built kitchen with concern - this fragrance is estimated to be far away, but it doesn't matter, there are not many residents left in the original settlement.

They all became the ruling class, the de facto slave owners.

Thinking so crankily, a plate of agate-like verdant stir-fry was put on the plate, Yang Jiao has only served himself for so many years, and now he finally has a second person to share, and he is also very excited at this time.

One meat and one vegetable, the meat tube is full!

In this wild era, it is already a rare enjoyment.

"Open-rice-roo~" Yang Jiao learned the posture of those chefs in later generations, with one hand on the plate and the other behind his back, small broken steps stepped on the non-existent gongs and drums, and he was about to put the stir-fried vegetables on the wooden table.

Hey, what's this.

Yulia got another pottery plate out of nowhere, the original jar where the meat was put seemed to be intact, and the lid was also covered, but the edge of the jar was somehow more sweet and sour sauce, and the green onions also looked a little strange, although it was still at that angle, but the original green and white stems were a little red.

Yulia pinched a small fork and put a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs in sauce red into her mouth—her cheeks bulging and chewing on a piece in her mouth.

"You, Li, Ya." Yang Li put down the stir-fry and said Mao Mei's name word by word.

Yulia's happy expression suddenly froze, her long and curly eyelashes suddenly flashed a few times, her eyes rolled, and she quickly avoided Yang Li's angry gaze, straightened her neck, swallowed the meat in her mouth hard, and replied calmly: "Alas." ”

"Look at these green onions?"

"This onion...... It didn't move. Mao Mei insisted, but her body was very honest, her hand holding the fork trembled and leaned out like Parkinson's, and she was about to fork the last piece of ribs.

Bang, Yang Li's chopsticks caught the fork and picked it open.

Those two cutlery began to collide with the sparks of Eastern and Western civilizations.

A sword to the west!

New Year's swordsmanship!

Under the coercion of Yang Li's name "The Cook's Fury", Yulia finally declared defeat, and she entered the mode of defeat and surrender, eating stir-fried vegetables while being educated by Yang Li's bitter words.

Yulia said I know it's wrong, so be merciful and forgive me, don't dare in the future, I just can't remember it.

Yang Li ate the last piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and said, I can't forgive, never do it again, your behavior is a great disrespect to the cook.

Hearing this, Yulia hurriedly sat on Yang Li's stool, squeezed him over there, and said with a smile: "Big leader, let's eat once every three days, okay?" ”

"Impossible."

"Hmm......" Yulia wrinkled her nose and added, "Why don't you collect an ingredient and I can give you a kiss in advance?" ”

Yang Li took a deep breath and almost said okay, come for a ten-minute one!

But as soon as the picture changed in front of her, a fat-eating Yulia suddenly appeared, and she threw the log that took ten South Korean special forces to carry to the ground, twisted the bucket waist and came up to kiss herself.

Wake up from a big dream!

Yang Li was frightened by the illusion, raised his hand and said, "Once a week at most!" Besides, this is our last honey, and I'll have to go to another tribe and get more salt and honey back. ”

This is to meet the dietary needs of the growing population of the tribe, and also to improve the food of himself and Mao Mei.

Of course, it is more important to open up trade routes.