Under the command of the leader of the Green Tribe, the people of the Green Tribe took turns carrying the large black vat outside, moving very carefully and very quickly.

Only after he could no longer see the tall and strange "mountain wall" of the Qingque tribe did he have the vat put down, and then he stretched out his hand, which was already dark and became even darker after being contaminated, and groped on the vat.

After a while, he finally couldn't contain his joy and laughed happily towards the direction of the Qingque tribe.

The leader of the Green Tribe was extremely proud that he was able to exchange those things for these three precious pottery pieces, especially the big jar.

The rest of the Green Tribe members did the same, surrounding the three pieces of pottery, shouting and dancing happily, expressing their admiration for their leader's wisdom in their own unique way.

While jumping, from time to time someone would pick up some black ash from the outside of the big vat with their hands, and smear it on their companions' bodies or other places while laughing. They were having a lot of fun playing with each other.

After venting their uncontrollable joy, the Green Tribe members, now strengthened in strength, carried the precious things they had exchanged and walked quickly towards their own tribe with full energy.

They couldn't wait to see the joy on the faces of those who stayed in the tribe and picked fruits near the tribe after seeing the three pieces of pottery.

After watching the group of people from the Green Tribe leave and making sure that they would not hear any more noise from here, a certain Son of God who had been holding back for a long time finally couldn't help but burst into laughter without caring about his image.

"This! Good stuff, it can fill us up! We won't starve to death anymore!"

After a burst of laughter, Han Cheng loudly announced the great news to the people surrounding him who were full of curiosity.

He thought that after hearing the news, they would be as overjoyed as he was, but the reaction was far less enthusiastic than he had imagined.

After thinking about it, he understood. After all, ever since he made the fish cage, the people of the Green Bird tribe have been living a life without worries about food.

Now, I was holding this thing that they had never seen before, which the eldest brother had tasted and then spat out, and telling them that with this thing they would not have to worry about hunger, they naturally would not be too moved.

Han Cheng sniffed. It seemed that living too well and doing things too avant-garde were not such a good thing.

Han Shenzi, feeling that it was lonely at high altitudes, waved his hand and told everyone to go back to doing what they were doing. He was alone, grinning foolishly at the nearly two-foot-high ears of millet. He dreamed of lying in the millet field when the ears turned yellow, smelling the unique fragrance of the millet, and gazing at the distant blue sky through the gaps between the ears of millet.

Wu came over, squatted beside the grinning Han Cheng, picked up an ear of millet from the basket, held it in front of his eyes, and looked at it again and again, trying to find the difference.

He wanted to know what kind of thing this was that could make the Son of God so happy and obsessed. He also took very seriously what the Son of God said, that with these, people in the Qingque tribe would no longer starve to death.

He looked at it for a while, then used his rough hands to pick off some grass seed-like things from it, placed them on the palm of his hand, and then put them into his mouth. With a few missing teeth, he chewed them slowly, savoring the flavor of the thing.

The taste is not very good. Compared with ordinary grass seeds, it is just less bitter or has other strange tastes.

When you chew it in your mouth, it still pads your teeth, but it is much worse than fish soup, meat soup and other fruits and vegetables.

Han Cheng came back to his senses from his golden reverie and saw Wu looking at the ears of grain in his hand while chewing and savoring them carefully. A smile appeared on his face. The saying that an old man in the family is like a treasure is indeed true.

Han Cheng took the ear of corn from the witch's hand, weighed it a few times, and felt that it was much lighter than the ears of corn in later generations. Then he smiled and told the witch the name of this thing.

Then he told the witch that this thing is not meant to be eaten in this way, and it needs to be processed before it tastes delicious.

Hearing Han Cheng say this, Wu's eyes couldn't help but light up, because he suddenly remembered that the stone that was originally extremely unpalatable turned into delicious salt after passing through the hands of the Son of God.

The millet that doesn't taste good now, after being processed by the Son of God...

Wu became extremely expectant.

As an elder in the tribe, he pays close attention to every new food that appears.

Han Cheng carried a bunch of ears of corn in both hands and walked towards the cave with some difficulty.

He found an empty clay basin, picked up an ear of millet and put it into it with his hands.

Wu watched Han Cheng's actions for a while and then came over to help him do this.

After scooping up a small half basin of rice, Han Cheng cleaned the hole on the big stone that the Qingque tribe had used to pound loquats, and then put a few handfuls of millet in it. He then found a wooden stick of suitable length and thickness, held it in his hand, and placed the relatively round and larger end against the stone pit where the millet was placed, and swung it up and down to pound the rice.

Since these guys think this thing is not tasty, then I have to cook it well and make these primitive people who have never seen the world cry with envy. Let's see if they dare to look down on the grain that is revered as the king of the five grains!

Han Shenzi, who felt he was being left out and wanted to clear Gu Zi's name, thought this in his mind as he hit Gu Zi up and down with the wooden stick.

Han Cheng was not worried about keeping the seeds.

Millet is harvested in autumn. Now there is still half an autumn, one winter, and half a spring before planting millet, which totals almost half a year, so there is no rush to plant it.

Moreover, he learned from the leader of the Green Tribe that there was still a lot of millet there. According to the leader of the Green Tribe's nature of taking advantage of small opportunities, after he said that he could exchange animal skins and millet for pottery, he would definitely come again with millet.

It’s okay to eat some at this time.

To be honest, he has been here for nearly two years, and all he eats all day is barbecue, meat soup, and vegetables. He has not tasted the staple food of later generations, and Han Cheng misses it terribly. When he saw the millet, he couldn't wait to eat some.

Whether it is millet or rice, it is not easy to husk it, otherwise pounding rice would not be considered a punishment in ancient times.

Of course, the difficulty mentioned here refers to the time before the emergence of various machines.

Han Cheng now realized how difficult it was. He had only pounded a pit of millet, but sweat appeared on his forehead and his hands were numb and painful from the shock.

But when I saw the yellowish millet mixed with millet husks in the stone pit, none of this seemed a big deal.

He put down his stick, grabbed a handful from the stone pit, and blew it clean with his mouth.

The empty millet husks flew away, leaving only half a fistful of golden millet in the hand.

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