Tianhao has no psychological burden on this. He just gave a suggestion and proposed a method, whether it is implemented or not, it is up to Lu Qingxi himself.

On the opposite wall crawled all the time ants.

I don't know why, Lu Qingxi suddenly became interested in this little creature. Walk closer, hold your breath, and follow the ant with an inquiring gaze, carefully observing the route it takes along the way...... In this way, he spent more than ten minutes on this ant.

“…… We're alike......" He shuddered slightly, letting out a decaying patient-like moan.

I am this ant, and my father is this tall and heavy wall.

Humble me, I desperately climbed up, over all kinds of obstacles, to the top.

A tear rolled down from the eye socket and fell impartially to the corner of the mouth, seeping into it along the gap in the middle of the lips, and the tip of the tongue tasted sour and salty.

Lu Qingxi inhaled hard, a large amount of gas poured into his lungs, and his entire chest bulged high. He held back for a long time like a diver, staring at his red eyes as he struggled to control the tears that no longer secreted, and spewed out a large amount of turbid gas that had accumulated in his body.

The raging air swept the ant away, and it shattered to pieces, one step away from success.

Extremely low sobs echoed through the room.

"Father's ......"

"I am your son, I am qualified and must have everything from you."

"You've kept me waiting too long, and I've done too much for it."

"So...... Die! ”

"Don't push me."

……

Autumn has once again descended on the land.

The policy of "guaranteed production to households" has achieved excellent results. The villagers erupted in an unprecedented burst of intense labor. More than one-third of the cultivated land was cultivated last year, and if it weren't for the fact that the cultivated area had reached the limit of manpower, people who were crazy about food would continue to expand it.

Harvesting in a wheat field like golden waves is something that every barbarian member enjoys. The rough, sharp wheat mangs are not an obstacle for them at all. The sharp scythe swung downward, and the wheat tied tightly with straw lay in the ground. The old man and the good child are responsible for the transportation, and in the next time, they will complete a series of work such as threshing and drying on the Panshizhai Square.

Steamed buns are steamed in every household, and the dough is swollen with fermented koji made from apples. Men and women are full of laughter on their faces, thick and powerful arms kneading the dough, this season there are green onions, and fennel, and the freshly ground wheat flour seems to have the smell of sunshine, which makes people feel full of warmth, and feel that the sweat of most of the year is worth it, and it is the most direct equivalent exchange between nature and human beings.

In the summer, Yonggang led a hunting team into the mountains and brought back dozens of wild boars.

This beast is more than two meters tall, and its black-gray skin and mountain foliage form a perfect camouflage. They have bulging fangs, thick upturned lips, and a long time in the radiation zone that causes wild boars to mutate, and the thickness of their skin is surprising, plus these beasts usually like to roll in the mud and smear themselves with dirty mud as a way to avoid pesky blood-sucking mosquitoes...... Both the spear and the bow and arrow had to lose thirty percent of their strength in front of this layer of earthen armor, and then they were bounced off by the highly keratinized cortex.

Experienced hunters usually choose to work in a group and never act alone. They shoot arrows at the eyes and nostrils of the boar, and the muscular power hunters are armed with steel hammers to attack from behind the boars, and at least two other people are in charge of casting the nets, as long as the target is covered by rattan nets, and the eyes and nose are suddenly injured, they can limit the range of movement, and under the violent hammer blow, even the most ferocious beasts will be killed alive.

The pork has a fragrant taste, mainly because it is rich in oil.

The villagers of Panshizhai have never had the experience of eating pig skin.

They were surprised by Tianhao's approach.

Rinse the pig with boiling water to wash off the dirt, and then place the pig in a straw pile and set it on fire. You don't have to be too familiar, just about seven minutes. Scrape off the burnt pork skin with a rough stone, cut it along the inner skin, separate the skin from the fat, and remove a half-finger-thick layer.

At this time, the skin is half-cooked and very hard. Cut into thin strips with a sharp knife, mix with green-skinned limes picked from the mountains, sprinkle with spicy peppercorns, squeeze fennel juice, add more salt, and of course, wild coriander and garlic are indispensable.

The wild boar was killed in the mountains, and the blood in its body had long since coagulated, but there was still a considerable amount of blood in the abdominal cavity. Roasted rawhide is just an appetizer. Next, two strong men cut open the pig's belly with steel axes, and used a clay pot to catch the semi-coagulated blood, sprinkle salt and stir it for later use. The fresh tenderloin is very tender, and it is taken down along the pork loin, divided among the women, chopped into minced shapes, and stirred with the previous semi-coagulated pig blood, and the simple ingredients are just a few things: lime, fennel juice, Sichuan peppercorns...... If the variety of condiments is richer, the taste of this raw pork will be even better.

This is a special dish of the frontier region in the era of civilization, and the name is also very distinctive, "chopped" or "mixed sheng". The brightly colored raw pork is very appetizing to the villagers, chewy, tender and silky. The aromatic condiments suppress the smell of flesh and blood, while highlighting the freshness of raw meat, and with the dough and steamed buns made of new wheat, it has become the most popular barbarian delicacy during the harvest season.

(Yunnan roasted raw skin, pig blood mixed with raw skin.) ）

The fat is torn off along with the inner layer of the skin and cut into pieces on a clean cutting board, the kind the size of a finger belly. Wash it with hot water as usual and simmer it in a pot over low heat, and the oil will soon seep out with a bright color.

Lard is more fragrant than bear fat. It's just that there are not many wild boar populations near Panshi Village, and in contrast, the storm-maned bear is the target of hunters.

Tianshuang was addicted to eating lard residue bibimbap. Rice is a grain variety that was exchanged from the south, and the quantity is not large. It's okay to try it once in a while, but after all, it's not as full as wheat noodles.

Tianhao taught his sister how to make flower rolls from lard residue and noodles, sprinkled with chopped green onions and salt. This novelty food is more popular than meatloaf.

Tianfeng didn't quite understand this: "Ah Hao, why did you make so many troublesome things?" If you want me to say, steamed buns and dough cakes are enough, our village has not eaten as good as this for hundreds of years! Now there is meat and noodles, which is very good compared to the past. ”

"Not necessarily." Tian Hao had a smile on his face: "A large part of the feeling of happiness comes from food. It's all the same wheat, and it's cooked directly from the wheat grains, and the wheat is dried and ground into flour before making something else. Steamed buns, meatloaf, flower rolls, noodles...... Something new always makes people feel hopeful, and only then can we be hopeful about the future. ”

Tianfeng did not argue with his younger brother on this issue. Whenever this happens, he always smiles and nods his head and then diverts from the subject. I don't know how Hao's brain grows, and strange ideas emerge one after another. But I must admit that my brother has a point, the dough is delicious, the fried flower rolls taste very good, and chewing on the small squares that make a crunchy sound between the teeth, I feel that the monotonous and dull life does add a lot of color.

The warehouse has become the largest number of new public buildings in Panshi Village.

The Bighorn Deer Ranch is already taking shape. On the premise of ensuring the overall number of deer in the herd, a part of the live deer will be slaughtered and salted every day. Two months ago, the first cheese was harvested at the ranch. In fact, in Tianhao's opinion, this thing can only be regarded as a semi-finished product: the fermentation time is insufficient, there is still a considerable part of the emulsion that has not yet solidified, and the overall taste of the cheese is sour, mixed with a strong smell and fishy smell...... To make matters worse, these savage creatures have no concept of cleanliness, never wash their hands when milking and making milk from the doe, and the surface of the milky cheese should be sporadic with grass stalks, dirt, and cinders...... And all sorts of terrible things that can't be named.

Tianhao saw with his own eyes a stout man who covered the half-cured cheese with muslin, and at the same time inserted his fingers into his nostrils without caring and picking at them in an extremely comfortable position. I didn't wash my hands, so I didn't hesitate to continue working with my hands that dug a little more through my nostrils, and I did it very hard and with great care.

For a few seconds, he wanted to pick up a knife and stab the filthy bastard to death.

Even if he starved to death, Tianhao swore that he would never eat this damn cheese.

The old priest enjoyed eating, and Yonggang was satisfied. They liked Tenhao's recommendation: cut the cheese into half-centimeter-thick slices, fry them in good lard or bear fat, wait until golden brown, and sprinkle with a thin layer of fine salt.

Of course, powdered peppercorns are also indispensable.

"Is it delicious?" No one could see the prank under Tianhao's smile.

The old priest with a greasy mouth cocked his thumbs.

Yonggang's cheeks were bulging and couldn't speak, so he could only nod his head again and again, and then hurriedly stuffed a large piece into his mouth, constantly licking his fingers.

"Then eat more." Tianhao felt like a deceitful demon who saw through all the secrets but would never tell them.

He made up his mind that he had to enforce the rules of cleanliness in the Bighorn Deer Ranching Field. Everyone takes a regular bath and washes their hands, especially after going to the toilet, if someone dares to operate the milking directly without washing their hands, Lao Tzu will chop off his fingers one by one, so that he can understand the meaning of the four-character mantra of "cleanliness and hygiene".

(Quiche

Fish production has tripled compared to the same period last year.

It is a natural fishing ground, and over the years there has been no large-scale man-made fishing, and the number of fish has increased exponentially on a geometric basis. Correspondingly, high-end predators are also multiplying. Tianhao often stands on the newly built tower by the sea and looks into the distance, where you can see schools of sharks, dolphins jumping out of the sea from time to time, and even a fountain of water rushing into the sky.

The sea is a mysterious world. Since the age of civilization, many terrifying legends have been associated with the sea. There are man-eating sea monsters, mermaids who bewitch sailors with their songs and drown them before dragging them to the bottom of the sea, and undead ghosts that hover the dark frontier forever.

Tianhao's goal is very clear: no matter what it has in the sea, Lao Tzu only needs food.

Larger fish are the most popular, and they are much simpler to care for. Directly at the seaside, the abdomen is cut open with a knife, the internal organs are dug out, the head of the fish is cut off, the cleaned fish body is cut in half, the surface is smeared with salt, and the fish is sent to a ventilated place where the sun cannot be found to dry.

The shrimp should be handled roughly: sprinkle with salt, spread out on a straw mat, and after dehydration, the shrimp will be dried. Of course, dry goods of this quality cannot be compared with similar products of the civilized era, and thrifty barbarians will not abandon the shrimp head and shrimp tail, they never care about these hard shells that pierce their mouths, and even find them crispy and chewy.

The most annoying thing is the crab. Each net will bring a lot of it, and these creature wielding pincers don't have much meat, and it is also very troublesome to deal with. Although Tianhao has set an example many times, steamed crabs, boiled crabs, fried crabs, and eaten a lot in public, few villagers like crab-based food. According to their simple thinking logic, only what can fill in the stomach can be regarded as food, and then it is promoted to the level of "food".

Crab...... That's what the mother-in-law usually eats when they are idle and have nothing to do.

Oysters that have been stocked since last year are ready to be harvested. Five kilometres north of the fishing grounds, the entire reef-strewn area is used by Tianhao to stock oysters. Artificially grouping these shelled mollusks together quickly became large. Despite its hard shell, oysters are popular among the villagers of Panshizhai.

In the era of civilization, Tianhao heard more than once that this thing had the effect of "aphrodisiac".

Prolonged radiation also had an effect on oysters. These mutant species are larger than their ancestors, have more ample axe feet, and have an unimaginably terrifying occlusive muscle. The experience of being able to cut through it with a knife in civilized times is useless to them, and they can eat the sweet soft flesh in it, either by smashing it with an axe or by striking it with a hammer.

The reason why men and women in Panshi Village like oysters should be related to the aspect that everyone understands. This kind of thing is very troublesome to investigate, and maybe it will be counterproductive, Tianhao doesn't plan to investigate deeply, but every time the fishing village harvests oysters and sends them back to the village, a large group of men and women are crazy around with red eyes, which always makes him feel that the whole village is shrouded in hormones, and he chokes a little dizzy.

That's life.

The boss's job is complicated, and it's not just about feeding a bunch of barbarians. It's like the popular joke in the era of civilization: hybrid rice experts regret that too many bastards are fed and have nothing to do, and create social garbage everywhere.

Can't let them sit idle.

Throw rocks at me up the hill and bring them back with a sled to build a house.

Go up the hill for me to cut down trees, build ships, make arrows, and polish all kinds of tools.

Let me go to the mountains to mine, make steel, make iron, make weapons, and make equipment.

The base options for the tech tree have been clicked on, and you are starting to climb towards the higher-end branches.

The first "artist" appeared in Panshi Village.

It was an old woman. The kind with a wrinkled face, a rickety body, and a cane that must be used to walk or you will definitely fall.

The daily work of the elderly and underage children is halved, which is the rule set by Tianhao.

Usually there are not many things to do, and when I am free, I like to walk around, and by the way, I yell at the sky to vent my emotions.

In the age of civilization, this kind of behavior was called "singing".