There weren't many beans or tofu pudding, and even if no one drank much, it would be impossible for everyone to drink what Han Chengsheng had.

This is when the benefits of power and status come into play.

Of course, there is also Han Dashenzi’s ability to deceive.

"Tofu pudding tastes good, and tofu tastes even better, but there are too few beans in our tribe. You must plant well and harvest lots of beans in autumn. Then you can eat lots of tofu and drink lots of tofu pudding..."

Han Cheng's cunning lies in educating the people in the tribe on diligence and other aspects of their lives in a timely manner, and in transforming some of the unfair thoughts that may arise from the gap into motivation for farming.

Well, this is a kind of wisdom in life and management.

Han Cheng really likes the current atmosphere in the tribe where everyone is working together without any intrigue or deception. Living in such an atmosphere makes people feel genuinely relaxed.

Therefore, in daily life, he will guide people intentionally or unintentionally, and use his actions to protect and maintain this state.

As for private ownership, there is no need to rush it, and it cannot be achieved in a hurry.

Given the current level of development and population size of the Qingque tribe, working together and keeping each other warm is the most suitable model.

Han Cheng, who had already understood the temperament of primitive people, was undoubtedly very useful in these words. This could be seen simply from the way they patted their chests.

Looking at these people who were determined to farm well and grow lots of beans, Han Cheng nodded with satisfaction.

That's good!

He reached out and touched the outside of the large vat. When he felt that the tofu pudding was at the right temperature, he began to scoop the tofu pudding from the vat with a large ceramic basin and poured it into a square wooden mold not far away.

Two layers of linen carefully woven by Bai Xuemei were laid inside the mold to prevent the tofu from leaking out of the holes.

There was not enough tofu pudding, only about half of it was filled in the mold.

Han Cheng folded the four corners of the cloth inside the mold diagonally, pulled it tight, and then placed a clean ceramic basin filled with water on it to press it down.

Warm, slightly turbid water dripped down the edge of the mold.

After waiting for a while, seeing that the water dripping slower, Han Cheng picked up the ceramic basin and tightened the cloth inside.

After about half an hour, the water level had fallen very slowly.

Under the gaze of everyone, Han Cheng moved the ceramic basin away, pulled open the cloth that wrapped it, and then the white and tender steaming tofu appeared in front of everyone.

Han Cheng smiled. It was really not easy to take advantage of others these days. But fortunately, he finally managed to do it!

He couldn't wait to take the bone knife, cut off a small piece and put it into his mouth.

The smell of freshly ground tofu surrounded him, a long-lost feeling, so wonderful, as if all his pores were opened at this moment.

Wu also took a small piece of tofu and put it into his mouth. This time it did not melt in his mouth. He felt the presence of the tofu.

But just as the Son of God said, this thing is very soft and can be easily chewed even with the parts without teeth.

It is indeed a food that is particularly suitable for elderly people who have lost their teeth.

But the taste was not as good as expected.

Of course, the taste is not as good as imagined, after all, this is white tofu that has not been cooked at all.

Han Cheng glanced at him sideways with a proud look.

How dare you doubt the taste of tofu? Looks like I have to show off my skills today.

After making up my mind, I started thinking about how to eat tofu.

Tofu with spring onions? This is simple and easy to make. The hot tofu just out of the pan is just right, but the tribe lacks lard.

Mapo tofu?

This is definitely tasty. If it were really made, it would surely make primitive people slurp and slurp. It's a pity that there are no chili peppers or peppercorns...

Boiled tofu? This can be done, but the taste is a bit bland.

After thinking carefully for a while, Han Cheng felt helpless. Having good ingredients but no corresponding good seasonings was extremely distressing.

Fortunately, he is a foodie himself, and he comes from a foodie empire, so taking advantage of others is not a problem for him.

After thinking about it for a while, I came up with an idea.

He immediately asked the minors in the tribe to carry the fish cages and walk out of the tribe towards the river.

With the quiet change in staple food and the decrease in fish in the river, the Qingque tribe no longer goes fishing every day.

It is only caught once every few days or longer.

In the spring, the number of fish caught is even less, because the Son of God said that many fish are laying eggs at this time.

Catching one fish may lead to the disappearance of many fish, which is really not cost-effective.

After careful consideration, the people of the Green Bird Tribe felt that what the Son of God said was right.

After all, there are only a few millet-like fish eggs in the fish's belly. If they were to turn into fish, things would be very different.

Of course, the premise for doing this is that the Qingque tribe has plenty of other food to eat besides fish.

Without other food to fill their stomachs, it would be impossible for the fish in the stream to rest and recuperate.

The fishing moratorium advocated by Han Cheng was effective. A dozen minors went out with fish cages and brought back more than 40 kilograms of fish before noon.

Such efficiency could not be achieved in the previous year.

After cleaning the caught fish, he cut it into sections, marinated it with salt, and added some wine to remove the fishy smell. Then Han Cheng began to slice the tofu that had been cut into cubes with a bone knife.

That’s right, what he was going to make was fish soup with tofu.

In fact, fish head and tofu soup would be the best if there were enough ingredients, but there are far more fish in the river now than before, and there are also many mouths to feed in the tribe.

If you only use fish heads to make soup, it would be too extravagant.

After cutting the tofu, the fish fillets in the ceramic pot are basically marinated.

Put the fish pieces into a large ceramic jar, add a small amount of water and stew for a while, then add a large amount of water and put the tofu in, cover the pot and stew together.

There is a saying that goes 'cooking tofu a thousand times is better than cooking fish ten thousand times', which means that tofu, like fish, is an extremely resistant ingredient to cooking, and the longer it is stewed, the better it tastes.

Of course, the prerequisite is that after the water boils, you have to simmer on low heat, otherwise if you simmer for too long, the fish will be cooked.

After cooking for a while, the fragrance began to spread around.

The novelty of the tofu, which appeared in the tribe for the first time, coupled with its wonderful aroma, aroused the appetite of everyone in the tribe.

Wu, the eldest brother, Shitou and other foodies of relatively high status in the Qingque tribe gathered around the big vat and swallowed their saliva, while the others worked and swallowed their saliva at the same time.

As for slaves like Long Legs and Grass Roots, they had only heard vaguely that the great Son of God had created another excellent food. All they could do was look towards the courtyard from afar, imagining how wonderful the new food would taste.

The lid on the vat was opened and white steam filled the air.

The white tofu with small holes in it is mixed with fish pieces and soaked in the whitish fish soup, and then sprinkled with a few handfuls of green onions, which makes people's appetite grow.

The ingredients were limited, and except for a few people like Han Cheng, the rest of the people only got half a bowl.

But whether there is fish in the bowl or not, there will always be some tofu in it.

The stingy method of using a spoon to split a small piece of tofu, which was only two centimeters wide, four centimeters long and less than half a centimeter thick, in the middle and then put it into two bowls for two people to eat was so stingy that even the thick-skinned Han Dashenzi couldn't help but blush. It was really too shabby.

He thought so, but the people in the tribe didn't think so.

They all saw the amount of tofu, and it was indeed not a lot.

Many of them are ready to wait until autumn to eat tofu.

What was unexpected was that the Son of God actually took advantage of everyone today.

Everyone felt warm inside, and in such a mood, they could taste 120% of the flavor in a dish that was 60%.

In addition, there was little tofu, so everyone cherished it. The taste of the tofu in fish soup was also really good, so after the meal, everyone was full of praise for the tofu.

It also made everyone determined to take good care of the beans so that they could eat tofu every day like eating millet.

The flavor of the fish soup was stewed into the tofu. Han Cheng took a bite and chewed it carefully in his mouth. He squinted his eyes comfortably...

The non-heaty wind blew, the bamboo forest swayed, and the green bamboo leaves rustled, as if they were cheering for this historic moment.

Three days later, the caravan of the Green Bird tribe set out again. Having tasted the sweetness of the trade, they were determined to exchange all the good things back to the tribe.