The straw made the baby elephant more satisfied, and Wang Chuan was also more satisfied with the rice. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The rice grown by intensive cultivation is full of grains, and the yield is not bad. With more than one acre of land, Wang Chuan roughly estimated that the harvest was about 300 catties of millet.

These are produced by wild rice, and naturally cannot be compared with the yield of thousands of catties per mu of hybrids in later generations. With these grains and those harvested in the Zhouren tribe, together, there will be no problem in planting three or five hundred acres of land next year. If next year's mu production capacity reaches about 200 catties, the tribe will basically be able to dig food from the ground. The era of agriculture that could feed more people was born.

Before entering the agricultural era, it is still very necessary to try agricultural products.

The millet that was brought back from the Zhouren tribe had already been dried. Previously, when he started farming, Wang Chuan had the stone hammer make the stone mill and the stone hammer, which had been used all the time when boiling salt. Before the advent of machinery, rice was eaten by scooping it out. Now it's just right to use these things to make rice.

Before the grain, Wang Chuan felt that he should get a windmill out. First, it is convenient to remove the chaff, and secondly, it is also convenient to clean the grain. Wang Chuan estimated that when the windmill was ready, the bark should also come back.

The hand-cranked windmill with a big belly is not too complicated to make. Basically, it is nailed out with a wooden plank. However, after Lambla went to command the establishment of the village, several people in the carpentry room were more than one grade worse in terms of understanding and hands-on ability. Wang Chuan made up the windmill pattern, and they looked at it for a long time, just like a dog looking at the stars. As a last resort, Wang Chuan had no choice but to command them to nail out the shelves with wood, and then made a skin windmill out of the way by sticking animal skins. This windmill has a very prehistoric flavor.

After the windmill was made, a large group of people gathered around the windmill to watch non-stop. Many people are curious to stand in the wind, ignoring the cool weather in autumn, blowing stupidly. The children worked hard to see who could shake the wind.

Seeing that the children were shaking vigorously, Wang Chuan hurriedly asked people to move the grain out and pour it into the inverted bucket, so that the children could remove the grain.

This process is even worse, more people lie on the tuyere and look into the windmill, letting the dust blow on their faces and faces, and they are stupid one by one. At this time, their IQ is not as high as that of baby elephants. The baby elephant also knew that the grain was not easy to clean and retreat when it was stained in the hair. But those people wanted to study the windmill to the end.

Wang Chuan ignored them and arranged for someone to remove all the millet grains. I carried a basket of millet and a strong ox to make rice.

Rice is a hard job, but after Wang Chuan pressed a seesaw or something like a hoe on the side of the stone, it became simple. Just step on the stick at the end of the seesaw, lift the hoe, pour a third of the grain into the mortar, and then one person keeps stepping on the hoe, and the other keeps stirring the grain in the mortar, and when the grain is almost done, he takes it out and blows the chaff with a windmill.

In the process of stepping on the hoe, the baby elephant can do it well. This made Wang Chuan feel that the baby elephant was not useless.

If you try rice or something, not everyone will have the opportunity.

Wang Chuan took out the rice and blew the chaff clean with a windmill. After washing up, he hid in a small courtyard under the bamboo bushes, ready to start a group alone.

There is already a small kitchen in the small courtyard. Wang Chuan went to the cafeteria, found the rice bowls of his mother and others, put half a bowl of rice and half a bowl of water in one bowl, and then put them all on the steamer.

Some of the gourds are still tender. Wang Chuan looked around in the gourd shed and picked seven or eight gourds and came back. Peel the skin and slice it, then light a fire in the yard and set up a stone slab, get some fat and thin meat, first put it on the stone slab and fry it until the oil comes out, and then pour the gourd slices and fry it violently.

There wasn't much rice, so the gourd was fried in two large pots. The gourd is fried and the rice is steamed.

There's no need to ask someone or anything. When the aroma of rice and stir-fried vegetables wafted, the head and face of the tribe came into the small courtyard with chopsticks.

Working with the strong ox to lift the steamer down, they consciously looked for their own bowl inside. Fortunately, the bowl of the person who dared to enter this courtyard was basically in the steamer, otherwise Wang Chuan felt that his share was scored.

The characteristics of the barbarians again appeared in the small courtyard. The first manifestation is that you are not afraid of being hot. God knows how hot the bowl in the steamer is, after these people picked up their bowls, they screamed, and then changed their left hand to their right hand and tossed it, and they didn't even fall into the bowl more than a dozen times. I just don't know how to put it next to it to cool down first, and I don't have any brains to look at.

Wang Chuan took out everyone's bowls with a wet cloth, and finally found his mother's bowl, put a spoonful of gourd fried meat in the bowl, and put a spoonful in his own bowl, and then handed his mother's bowl to his mother.

Grandma took the bowl, looked at the white rice in it curiously, took a bite, and became smiling, and all kinds of ghosts crying wolves sounded again in the small courtyard.

Everyone has become extremely well-behaved now. Someone else's bowl is not going to grab it anyway. But the gourd fried meat is still not divided. Fresh and tender gourd fried meat, the heat is well mastered, the aroma is fragrant without eating, the entrance is rich in juice, chewing is tender and delicious, and with fragrant rice, this taste...... It would be silly not to grab two more spoonfuls.

When Jing was used to seeing the rules and regulations of the people of the River Tribe, he didn't expect that the River tribe would have a day of fighting for food. After a moment of stunned effort, I saw that the two clay pots were as empty as if they had been washed. As a last resort, she had to hold the bowl of rice she had to hold and taste this crystal clear rice one by one.

My mother gave a little of her food to her old partner and explained, "I cook every day, and I can't say that the things I cook are delicious. Now that there are more tribesmen, they cook less. Sometimes when I cook it like this, except for my wife and mine, they all rush to eat it like this. You can have one with me next time. Otherwise, they will be bullied. ”

Jing is the same age as his mother, and his experience is not much different, and the two can talk very well. It's rare for my mother to be accompanied, the two are like old sisters, and the relationship is very good, and it's nothing for the two to eat together.

Wang Chuan was holding the rice bowl and eating leisurely on the side. Seeing that the grandmother had divided the dishes, she hurriedly transferred the dishes in her bowl to the grandmother's bowl. Turning around, he pulled some from the bowl of the strong ox.

Zhuang Niu prepared a big spoon before he started to rob it, so he grabbed a lot. Even the bowl with his wife's flute was full. This made the deer rider on the side look secretly hateful: I married a daughter-in-law and forgot my father.

There is a lot of competition in the small courtyard, and there are no longer a few peeping outside the small courtyard. Classes and so on, arise from the beginning of the emergence of surplus materials. Judging from the current situation of the tribe, the people who dare to enter the small courtyard are undoubtedly one level higher than the people outside the small courtyard, and the people outside the small courtyard are more advanced than other people who dare not approach.

Of course, it was not entirely the upper echelons of the tribe who were in the small courtyard. Wang Chuan saw that there were still two or three bowls of the steamer and no one moved. It was the owner of the bowl who did not come in. However, they don't know their status, and they should still be busy on the construction site.

Wang Chuan shouted out of the courtyard with his head bored: "Big black! ”

"Elder Chuan, are you looking for me?" A big black wind flashed in from outside the courtyard, and the saliva full of chin made people lose their appetite by three points.

Wang Chuan said: "Send your father's bowl over, as well as Master Rumbla's." I can tell you, if your father doesn't eat the rice in the bowl, I'll let you learn to catch crocodiles with your bare hands. ”

"Ah, okay!" The big black eyes lit up suddenly. Wang Chuan's words are clear, the rice in the bowl is not that he is not given to eat, but that he can't finish it, and his father must have to eat it. Of course, Master Rumbla can't move the rice. Otherwise, the master will beat people with a stone axe.

Da Hei took off his sackcloth and wrapped two large bowls and was about to go out, but he stopped halfway through and asked, "Elder Chuan, when my master and the leader of Bihu come back, will there be this kind of rice to eat?" ”

Wang Chuan raised his head and said, "When you learn to catch crocodiles with your bare hands, I'll cook a meal for you to eat." ”

Da Hei ran away: "Then I won't eat ......"

As September enters the middle of the year, the autumn winds become dashing. When the bark of the hunting news had not returned, and the elephant herd was almost extinct, the unexpected migrants suddenly appeared in the River Tribe.