Jiang Xue was pounding rice, and everyone in the tribe came to watch. They watched Jiang Xue stepping on the rice pounding machine rhythmically, and they felt itchy in their hearts, and they all wanted to come up and try it.
Jiang Xue stepped on it for a while, and swept out the husks from the stone mortar bit by bit. Then she used a dense, hole-free winnowing basket to shake it up and down regularly, and the chaff was separated from the rice.
Jiang Xue smiled as she swept away all the chaff and put it in a basket. There were still some broken rice that had been winnowed out along with the chaff, and she couldn't throw it away; it would be such a waste.
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Jiang Xue took great pains to pound about two bowls of rice, then found a clay pot and put it on the stove to cook.
Her amazing move stunned everyone again. Before they could ask, Jiang Xue took the initiative to say, "Pound more rice. We'll have a good meal the day after tomorrow."
It's late today and there's only one rice pounding machine. Even if one person spends a whole day pounding very little rice.
It would be better to let everyone try a few bites today, and then once we have pounded more rice, we can have a full meal.
When Jiang Xue thought about the fact that the rice had been pounded but there was no suitable pot to cook in, she wished she could make an iron pot right away.
But there is absolutely no way to become fat in one bite. Even though Jiang Xue was itching to do so, she could only endure it silently.
When the aroma of rice wafted out from the kitchen, the person pounding rice at the door suddenly felt that this toy was not fun anymore.
They watched Jiang Xue take the clay pot off the stove. The moment Jiang Xue opened the lid, all she could hear was the sound of people swallowing saliva.
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