"Elder White Spear, you can migrate back to the hills together and form a new alliance. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

On the way, it is inevitable to talk about it, and conversation is an art, and the same thing, different ways of speaking, the result is likely to be very different.

He is already well versed in this, and as the saying goes: "The Ox Sect will turn around three times." ”

It means that when the ox ploughs the field, it only knows how to move forward, and when it reaches the end, it does not know how to look back, but after three teachings, the ox learns to work tirelessly.

However, there are only tired cows, but there are no ploughed fields, which is also the sorrow of being an ox.

Hurry back to his senses, now is not the time to talk about cattle, he said again: "Now that the Xiyi people are gone, this large area has no owner. As I said at the beginning, any tribe that participated in the attack on Xiyi would be given a piece of territory. I, Su Yang, speak and count, and I will never break my word, you can rest assured that you can move back. ”

"Winter is coming, how will we come back to spend the winter." One of the elders asked. This is a tribe that has only produced warriors, no migratory population, and there are concerns.

"Youxiong will fund you, let's put it this way, in the future, the white spear and Youxiong will be one, regardless of each other. We have made a lot of clay pots and a lot of salt, and food to keep you through the winter. "Let's release the big words first, isn't there still two months to go anyway.

"Elders, the front station has been walled, and it is not far from the mountains and forests. After entering the mountains and forests, all the way to the Xiong clan, it is our territory, and the materials can be taken at will. As long as we build the station, we can ensure that we can survive the winter safely.

Also, there is a kind of grain brought back by the Xiong clan from the Dongyi Long clan, called mango and rice. It can be planted in the land, and the hills are especially suitable for planting, as long as this winter is over, we can have a lot of rice next year, so that the tribe can eat enough.

Feng Bo returned to the Xiong clan yesterday, and he will come back with rice tomorrow at the latest, and when the time comes, please try it among the elders, and you will know that what I said is true. "The rice he is talking about is indeed a big killer, this thing can fundamentally solve the food crisis and change the way a tribe lives.

The paradise station has arrived, although the chestnut is picked in large quantities, but there are still fish that have slipped through the net, maybe you can try to cultivate some seedlings, and the predecessors planted trees and the later people enjoy the shade. He was willing to be a pioneer, even if he did good deeds, he would also leave a name!

"Sue, you're finally back." Feng Bo actually walked out of it.

Damn, this is too fast, Su Yang rubbed his eyes, making sure he was not mistaken, "Uncle Feng, when did you come back?" ”

"It's been so long, I've brought mang." Feng Bo was originally just an ordinary primitive person, his combat effectiveness was low, his appearance was not good, his body was not strong, and his sense of existence in the tribe was extremely low.

But a run changed the trajectory of his life, making him a celebrity in the tribe, everyone knows that he runs the fastest, Feng Bo himself also likes to run, yesterday evening back to the bear family, Ji Kasa overnight with people to harvest some mang. He set out before dawn and ran back with Mang.

Su Yang sighed, if Feng Bo was born in modern times, it is estimated that he will run a legend, he can run, and he is in good condition every day, the most important thing is that Feng Bo is still barefoot and does not like to wear straw sandals.

And this time it was a weight-bearing long-distance run, bringing about 30 catties of rice. No, he has to hurry up and plan for the Mountain Olympics, and the long-distance running champion is booked in advance.

"Elders, you see, this is rice." The current rice is not hybridized, so the seeds can be kept, but because the seeds cannot be improved, the yields are about the same. However, you can carefully select the fuller, larger grains of millet for seeding.

He is not sure what the yield of rice will be, but as long as it can be planted, the land is vast and sparsely populated, and there is a surplus of labor, even if the yield is not enough to eat dry rice, the porridge can be guaranteed.

Grab a handful of millet, it looks good, bite into one, the rice inside is very pleasing, just eat it, of course, there is no taste, very hard.

Immediately, he called the warrior to make rice, and there was a stone trough on the Xiong's side with a stone mill and rice, but there was no one here. But it doesn't matter, they have manpower, and they can use wooden sticks and stones to scoop rice.

The rice is rougher, and the rice will be a little yellowish, but the taste is the same, but it is more time-consuming.

Wait until it gets dark, there is no windmill to blow off the chaff, but you can use a dustpan, bump in your hand, you can put the lighter rice bran out of the top, these chaff is also a good thing, Zhu Bajie in order to take his daughter-in-law, eat this every day.

Of course, it is better for people not to eat it, collect it and mix it with forage to feed the livestock, and when the livestock grows up, it is meat, which is a reasonable use.

It's completely dark, and the rice is ready, everyone is looking at the onlookers, there are currently nearly 500 people here, boiling all the rice brought by Feng Bo into porridge, I'm afraid it's enough to drink.

He only used half of it, and he was already very heartbroken, a clay pot that can hold five or six liters of water, he only put three handfuls of rice, and even the steps of washing rice were saved, and washing rice water is also nutritious.

A total of thirty clay pots were boiled, all filled with water, and he allocated them in advance, and the elders took two. The remaining dozen or so people are divided into one, and the rain and dew are evenly wet, and they can always get some rice soup, and no matter how bad they are, they can eat some rice grains.

If a person's appetite is one pound of dry rice, then the porridge is three or two rice, almost three times the difference.

A modern Chinese pastoral dog eats about 200 catties of rice a year, and it is hard to believe that people are not as good as dogs in the primitive period.

The water in the clay pot is boiling, and the water has already been boiled in advance, and after the rice is put into the pot, it tumbles up, slowly expands and softens. Because it is boiling, the water will continue to evaporate. But because there is more than one meter of water, this water level is about the same.

After boiling for a while, change to low heat and boil slowly, just keep the state of splashing water in the pottery, and it can be boiled in about half an hour, but if you want more porridge, you need to cover the clay pot and place it for a while.

"Wow!"

After taking a good bite of rice soup and drinking a sip of rice-flavored clear soup, he was actually a little enthusiastic all over his body, as if he had eaten a perfect tonic soup. It must be an illusion, that he misses the taste of rice too much.

But in fact, he likes rice and pasta, and I don't know if he can find wheat in the primitive period and cook a pot of noodle soup, which will definitely be more refreshing.

"Everybody is waiting, it's almost ready."

For healthy people, clear soup porridge is the best, but in order to take care of the taste of primitive people, he specially prepared fat, as well as salt. That's right, these two treasures, put into porridge, it is a kind of sublimation, that is, it is a dish and rice, drink two bowls while it is hot, and the gods will not change.

Okay, it's almost time, and the rice in the pot is already soft, but this is hard rice, not glutinous rice, and it can't be boiled directly until it's very soft and smooth.

At this time, a lump of grease was put in each clay pot, sprinkled with a little hairy salt, the salt can not be put more, and a little salty taste is fine.

Soon, a layer of oil flowers appeared on the pottery surface, which looked more appetizing, and this layer on top was the essence, because it was porridge, so there would be no greasy feeling.

I don't add firewood, but there are charcoal sparks in the pottery base, which can maintain a little firepower, so it's best. He asked everyone to find various things to cover the clay pot and keep it warm. It can even be wrapped in animal skins.

After another ten minutes or so, this time it was really good.

"Come, let's eat, try this salt porridge!" He couldn't wait, Matsu wasn't here, there weren't so many rules, and with the courage to taste the herbs, he was the first to eat first. (To be continued.) )