That’s right, the freshly-baked, steaming thing in Han Cheng’s hand can be said to be a must-have in the kitchens of later generations - ginger!

Ginger is a good thing. It has unique uses not only in seasoning, but also in removing fishy smell and enhancing flavor. It is also very useful in treating diseases.

Cut the melon into slices or smash it with a knife, put it into a clay pot, boil it vigorously, and drink two bowls of it after catching a cold. It can effectively treat and prevent colds.

Of course, if you have onion roots and brown sugar, put them together and boil them, and then drink it, the effect will be better.

For example, you can rub ginger on your head to promote hair growth (of course, generally speaking, this effect is not obvious).

That is why Han Cheng was so happy after confirming that this thing was indeed ginger.

After almost being moved to tears, a bright smile soon appeared on her face.

In my excitement, I forgot to spit out the ginger in my mouth and just chewed it and ate it...

Ginger does not taste pleasant, so after chewing and swallowing the ginger, Han Cheng suddenly realized something, his expression changed and he grinned again.

But even so, Han Cheng still couldn't bear to throw away the ginger in his hand, and the smile on his face did not disappear.

How could he bear to throw away such a good thing!

At this point, the three major ingredients used for seasoning in the Qingque tribe, onion, ginger and garlic, have all been gathered.

With the addition of vinegar, salt, pepper, wine which can also remove fishy smells, and sugar which can be used as a seasoning, the condiments in the tribe have become very rich.

Of course, it would be even more perfect if you could find chili peppers, star anise which goes very well with meat, and cumin which goes very well with lamb.

The quality of the Qingque tribe's food will be improved and moved to a higher level.

"Son of God, what is this?"

Mao, who had been watching for a while, finally couldn't bear his curiosity anymore, pointed at the piece of ginger in Han Cheng's hand and asked.

After Mao asked Han Cheng, the other people from the Qingque tribe around him all looked over, wanting to know from the Son of God what this thing was, what its function was, and what benefits it would bring to the tribe.

From Han Cheng's series of actions and reactions just now, these people basically understood that this thing just dug out from the ground by the Son of God was definitely a good thing.

Driven by curiosity, each of them felt itchy in their heart, as if a kitten's tail was twitching.

“This is ginger! A good thing!

Putting some ginger in food can make it taste better. When people catch a cold, they can drink some water boiled with ginger to treat the disease..."

Han Cheng, in a good mood, spoke loudly to everyone in the tribe with a smile on his face, declaring the benefits of ginger.

After hearing what Han Cheng said and understanding the important significance of the thing in Han Cheng's hand, the people from the Qingque tribe who were surrounding him suddenly became excited.

It’s not that they are not reserved enough, it’s just that what the Son of God said is too tempting.

For the people in the tribe, disease is still an extremely terrible thing, more terrifying than injury and bleeding.

Now, the Son of God said that this thing called ginger can be used to treat diseases, how can they not be excited? !

And, besides that, ginger makes food taste better!

How could they not cheer and be happy about such an effect?

You know, the Qingque tribe, under the leadership of Han Cheng, the foodie god, has already gone further and further down the path of foodies.

Now, in addition to making food more delicious, ginger can also cure diseases. This is equivalent to scratching the two most pressing spots of the people in the Qingque tribe at once!

It is understandable that they react like this at this time.

"Son of God, let's dig more and bring it back to our tribe!"

After learning about the various benefits of ginger from Han Cheng, everyone in the Qingque tribe became excited.

Mao looked at Han Cheng with shining eyes and asked questions.

The rest of the people also took out the short-handled copper shovels and copper hoes they carried with them, and looked eagerly at the large number of gingers growing here, ready to pounce and have a big battle as soon as Han Cheng gave the order.

Han Cheng sniffed slightly. The people in his tribe were even crazier than him!

But he really likes this kind of madness.

When you encounter good things, this is what you need to do. You need to bring all these good things to your own tribe.

Only when there are more good things in your tribe can the tribe develop better and become stronger and stronger.

It would be really annoying if when you encounter good things, you still act slow and miserable.

"Dig more! Take some back to eat, and some back to plant!"

Han Chengxi said this with a firm voice, giving high affirmation to this matter.

After saying this, he immediately bent down, picked up the shovel at his feet, and was the first to poke it into the ginger that had been dug up beside him.

After hearing Han Cheng's affirmative answer and seeing Han Cheng's actions, the rest of the people in the Qingque tribe suddenly became excited.

They rushed towards the clumps of ginger, howling, and then impatiently moved the tools in their hands around the ginger, lifted up a piece of slightly wet soil, and then found the ginger from underneath.

The bustling scene is almost comparable to the scene in later generations where old men and women rush to the discount supermarket to buy things!

The hunchbacked primitive man who had been standing there, waiting to see Han Cheng make a fool of himself, was completely stunned.

The development of this matter caught him off guard and left him confused.

Isn't this kind of thing extremely unpalatable and cannot be eaten as food at all?

How come after the Son of God of the Green Bird Tribe ate a small piece, he not only didn't show any sign of being tricked, but instead had a smile on his face, and then looked excited?

The people of the Green Bird Tribe also laughed foolishly, and then began to desperately dig up this unpalatable thing...

Could it be that the Son of God of the Green Bird Tribe was so disgusted by the taste of this food that his brain went insane, so he behaved like this?

Or is this thing really something incredibly delicious, and I just tasted it wrong before?

The hunchbacked primitive man who wanted to see the joke was stunned and fell into deep self-doubt because of the unconventional actions of the people of the Green Bird tribe.

Seeing the people of the Green Bird tribe digging in full swing, waving their tools continuously and seeming unable to stop at all, the hunchbacked primitive man, who had denied himself to the point of doubting his life, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He came to a clump of ginger that had not yet been dug up by the people of the Green Bird Tribe, and then used the weapon in his hand to dig the soil at the edge of the roots of the ginger.

Not long after, he dug out some ginger pieces covered with mud.

The hunchbacked primitive man stopped what he was doing, rubbed the ginger piece on the rest of the weeds nearby to get rid of the dirt on it, then brought it to his mouth, bit off a piece with his teeth and began to taste it.

After taking a bite, the taste of ginger immediately fills your mouth, along with the unpleasant spicy taste of ginger.

The hunchbacked primitive man paused, his face somewhat distorted.

He quickly took it out of his mouth, threw it away, and then spat out madly, clearing it out.

While doing these things, he looked at the people of the Qingque tribe who were digging ginger and couldn't stop with a look of doubt on their faces. He felt so sad.

This stuff still tastes as bad as ever. Why are you still digging for it like you found a treasure?

Am I abnormal, or are these people in the Qingque tribe abnormal?

The hunchbacked primitive people all wanted to look up to the sky.

Asking the sky, of course it is impossible.

Even if he asked, the sky would not answer. The best response it could give him was to send a bird to fly across the sky not far from him, and then drop a pile of bird droppings.

So, he finally asked Mao, the person who could communicate with him.

Through Mao's translation, Han Cheng understood what the hunchbacked primitive man meant.

After knowing Mao's intention, Han Cheng refused without any hesitation.

How can such a good thing be shared so easily?

However, he still didn't say such words.

Because at this moment, he suddenly felt a pang in his conscience.

When people live in this world, there are times when they cannot be too selfish, especially when it comes to life and things that can be used to save lives.

You may be able to keep other things to yourself, but it is better not to keep this thing to yourself. After all, this is a matter of life and death!

Han Cheng thought so in his mind and quickly made his own decision.

I should tell those hunchbacked primitive people that ginger can cure colds to a certain extent, otherwise my conscience will be uneasy!

"Mao, tell him that this is a very good thing that can cure diseases.

If he gives us six cows, we will tell him what ginger is good for and how to use it to cure diseases."

Han Dashenzi, whose conscience was condemned and felt uneasy, said this to Mao.

After saying this, Han Dashenzi, whose conscience was condemned, felt much more relaxed, and his uneasy heart calmed down.

It is true that people in this world should not be too selfish.

In the past, Han Cheng had heard that helping others can make oneself happy.

At that time, he didn't understand such words at all.

I don't understand how there can be any joy in such things.

But now, Han Cheng truly realized the correctness of this sentence.

I really felt this joy from my determination to help the hunchbacked primitive people and let them know a method that could be very effective in treating colds.

If someone came to ask Han Cheng at this time, are you happy helping others?

Han Cheng would answer without hesitation: "Happiness! The happiness that can be generated by helping others is beyond your imagination!"

After Mao was stunned for a moment, a bright and admiring smile immediately appeared on his face.

The Son of God is the Son of God! He considers everything!

I often do business, but compared to the Son of God, the gap is really huge!

While thinking this with admiration, Mao quickly began to convey Han Cheng's meaning to the hunchbacked primitive man who was already waiting impatiently.

However, when telling the story, Mao did not follow Han Cheng's original words, but adjusted them to a certain extent.

He first told the hunchbacked primitive man that this was a good thing that could be used to cure diseases.

Just as Mao thought, after understanding the message he had conveyed, the hunchbacked primitive man became extremely excited.

The hunchbacked primitive man was of course excited, after all, this was something that could be used to treat diseases!

There were many people in their tribe who were fine before, but later they got some unknown disease and died soon after.

The fear of disease is even greater than that of beasts and floods.

After all, things like floods and beasts can be seen with our eyes, and there are certain ways and means to resist them.

Something invisible and intangible like illness can really make people nervous and frightened.

Now, the people of the Qingque tribe have discovered that this thing can be used to treat diseases. How can they not be happy?

He pricked up his ears, widened his eyes, and looked at Mao expectantly without blinking, expecting Mao to say the rest of the words.

Tell them what disease this thing can cure and how to use it to cure the disease.

As he expected, Mao continued to speak and began to dance.

After a while, the smile on the hunchbacked primitive man's face gradually froze.

He looked at the people of the Qingque tribe who were looking at him seriously, and then looked at the piece of ginger in his hand that he had bitten off a piece of. Suddenly, he had an urge to vomit blood and scream.

Bullying!

It’s really bullying!

I have never seen such a shameless tribe that bullies others!

I really don’t know if that damn old female primitive has lost her brain. She actually said that the people of the Green Bird tribe are kind!

He had never seen such a kind person!

The hunchbacked primitive man really wanted to throw the piece of ginger in his hand to the ground, then walk forward without looking back, as if nothing like this had happened.

But in the end, he never did such a thing.

Because what the people of the Qingque tribe said was too tempting!

After hesitating for a while, the hunchbacked primitive man took two deep breaths, then closed his eyes and nodded vigorously...

(Thanks to my friend Wu Weiqing for the 10,000-yuan reward. I will post more chapters in a while!)