The autumn wind and rain make people depressing.

Compared with the feelings of literati and poets, farmers' feelings about this will undoubtedly be stronger and more direct, especially during the busy farming season, when they encounter such horrible weather, which makes people want to jump up and down and curse.

However, no matter how much you want to jump up and down and curse, you can't do that. Although it is said that man can conquer nature, there are many times when humans are still insignificant and pitiful when facing nature.

Han Cheng could not perform any rituals or chant any incantations, and he had no ability to fire a few cannon shots to disperse the rain clouds in the sky. So after feeling melancholy for a while, he did not have much else to do except to instruct his men to go out and inspect the millet stacks from time to time to see if the millet stalks covering them had been blown away by the wind, and to dig some ditches around the millet stacks for drainage.

Han Cheng prayed in his heart that the rain would not continue, otherwise the millet growing in the field would most likely sprout directly on it.

Even those that have already been stacked will be wasted a lot.

Compared to the perfunctory prayers of this false son of God, the witch who put on the feather crown, picked up the bone staff and jumped around was much more pious.

If Han Cheng had not stopped him by force, this old man, who was older than all the witches in the Qingque tribe, would have continued this strenuous prayer until dark or even late at night.

It is not known whether it was the effect of the witch's prayer or the luck of Han Cheng, the time traveler, but he was awakened in the middle of the night by cheers of "The sky is clear, the sky is clear."

Looking out through the burlap screen window, you can see the clean night sky and the bright stars.

What I could hear were the cheers of the tribesmen, the croaking of frogs all around, and in between these sounds, the occasional "patter" sound of water dripping from the eaves.

Han Cheng laughed, Wu laughed, the eldest brother laughed, and many people in the tribe laughed...

The last of the millet was cleared out and spread out on the ground to dry.

The people in the tribe had become much darker and thinner. They looked here and there, and many of them were delighted.

It's not just because all the tribe's grain has been harvested and nothing has been wasted, but also because the tribe has a guaranteed supply of food for the next year.

Another important reason is that the Son of God will cook personally to fulfill his promise before the autumn harvest!

Inside the Qingque tribe, next to the small flower mill at the edge of the bamboo forest, a chubby guy was rolling on the ground holding his head, like a big furry ball.

Little Pea, who had now walked much more steadily, was wearing open-crotch pants and staggering after the fur ball, trying to hug the creature that was rolling back and forth on the ground.

The rinsed small flower mill was spinning rapidly in circles, and the ground soy milk mixed with bean dregs flowed down around the small flower mill.

After gathering in the grooves around the small flower mill, it falls into the basin placed below.

The smell of raw soy milk permeates the air as the small flower mill spins rapidly.

Dou, who was not far away, was scratching his head while watching all this.

He was also looking forward to the delicious food that the Son of God mentioned, but this expectation turned into deep doubt after seeing Han Cheng taking out a lot of freshly harvested soybeans.

Dou remembers very clearly the taste of soybeans and the state they will be in after eating them.

The delicacy that the Son of God talked about is actually made from this kind of beans. So in the near future, after the people in the tribe eat the delicious food carefully prepared by the Son of God, will they also experience the same uncomfortable situation?

After scratching his head for a while, Dou finally plucked up the courage to tell Han Cheng, who was in high spirits, about how uncomfortable one would feel after eating too many beans.

After Han Cheng understood Dou's meaning, he remembered that when he was making tofu, Dou and his people had not yet come to the tribe. So he smiled and told him not to worry, that after the tofu was made, he would no longer have to worry about this.

Dou scratched his head and thought for a long time but still couldn't figure out what tofu was.

I don’t understand why my stomach won’t feel bloated if I eat beans after they are turned into tofu.

But he didn't say anything else, because after such a long time, he had already understood that this young and extremely mysterious Son of God could always do things that were extremely surprising and impossible.

After grinding the beans for a while, Han Cheng handed the task over to Wu, who liked to eat tofu.

There is no need to worry about the witch getting tired, as there are many minors in the tribe who like to turn the millstones. They are all gathered nearby, waiting to take over from the witch at any time.

Han Cheng came into the cave carrying two cans of soy milk. At the crucial moment of making tofu with brine, he had to do it himself.

Filter, boil, make tofu, press tofu...

After a series of procedures were completed in an orderly manner, the steaming, slightly yellow hot tofu appeared in front of everyone.

Dou and the original people from the Huangguo tribe followed and watched.

When they saw tofu, they all widened their eyes in surprise.

Although this series of events happened right before their eyes, they were still shocked and amazed that those round beans could eventually turn into such white and tender food.

Although no one knew how the Son of God was going to prepare this kind of food, just this series of miraculous changes alone had already made Dou and others who saw this miraculous transformation for the first time have great expectations for the food that the Son of God was going to prepare.

Han Cheng found a copper knife and cut the freshly pressed tofu into squares horizontally and vertically.

Then I demonstrated by cutting one of the pieces into two centimetre square pieces, and left the rest to someone who cooks regularly.

And he continued to order tofu.

In addition to ordering tofu, he also had someone remove the meat from a dozen or so rabbits that had been killed, and chop it into fine pieces with a knife for later use.

After a while, seeing that a lot of tofu had been cut out, Han Cheng ordered people to start making a fire.

The person who was lighting the fire was Huo Er, a man who was getting older and older.

In Han Cheng's opinion, at her age, she can do nothing at all.

Han Cheng had talked to Huo Er about this matter more than once, but Huo Er refused to sit idle no matter what. At least she was not going to give up her old job of making fire as long as her ability allowed.

After a few times, Han Cheng saw that she was in good health, so he didn't force her too much.

After all, sometimes it is better for the elderly to do something within their ability than to just sit there doing nothing.

The less melted animal fat went into the pot. After the oil was heated, Han Cheng put some peppercorns in it.

When the peppercorns were almost fried, Han Cheng put some chopped green onions in.

When the scallion whites turn yellow after being fried in oil, add half a bowl of chopped rabbit meat and fry it for a while.

After the fragrance wafts out, add some water and salt into it. Then find a jar, use a wooden shovel to get some black stuff out of it, and put it into the juice.

This is bean paste. Han Cheng used cooked soybeans, placed them in a room to mold, then added water and salt, covered the mouth of the basin with linen, and dried it in the sun.

Because there were not many soybeans in the tribe before, most of them were saved for seeds, so not much soybean paste was dried.

Because there are fewer of them, they seem more precious.

After the soybean paste was made, Han Cheng was reluctant to eat it, so now there is still more than half a jar left.

Fortunately, I didn’t finish it before, otherwise I would be at a loss when making Mapo Tofu today without soybean paste.

After boiling the bean paste and rabbit meat in water for a while, Han Cheng added some more water and then put in half a basin of tofu cubes.

Seeing that there was not enough water in the pot, he put some more water in, and only stopped when all the tofu cubes were covered.

All that's left is to simmer over low heat.

Once the juices mixed with the aroma of onion, sauce and meat are stewed until almost done and the tofu cubes are well-seasoned, it is time to serve.

There are so many mouths to feed in the tribe, and it would not be enough to use just one pot like this. After finishing this pot, Han Cheng immediately asked someone to start lighting another pot next to it.

In the end, four pots were lit at the same time, and Han Cheng was working there with a spatula in his hand.

If there was a fire in the pot and Han Cheng was wearing a tall white chef's hat on his head, he would definitely be from New Oriental.

Of course, it’s not New Oriental that teaches English.

When the fourth pot is ready, the first one can be taken out of the pot.

Sprinkle some finely chopped green onions in it, stir it a little, and a rich aroma will waft far away.

There were already quite a few people gathered in the cave that served as a kitchen. At this time, attracted by the smell of the pot, more and more people came to hang out in the cave, pretending to have something to do.

After one pot of tofu comes out, scrub the pot slightly and put another pot of tofu into the pot.

The beans from fifty acres of land yielded several thousand kilograms. Excluding those kept for seeds, the remaining beans were enough for the people in the tribe to enjoy a few meals of tofu.

There is no need to make the tofu sparsely distributed like before, and it needs to be shared by many people in the tofu tribe.

The aroma of food lingered in the tribe, arousing everyone's appetite. They were eagerly waiting for the Son of God to prepare the food, eager to feast on it.

As the sun set and its rays dyed the entire river red, pots of food were finally brought out amid everyone's salivating anticipation.

What attracts the most attention is not the pots of golden millet rice, but the stewed mapo tofu with a sauce color and overflowing fragrance.

Attracted by this extremely tempting food, many people in the tribe even ignored the two large jars of egg drop soup...

As everyone was waiting, the food finally started to be served. A large spoonful of millet rice was topped with a spoonful of fragrant mapo tofu, which immediately filled the large bowl.

After Han Cheng raised his voice and told everyone not to eat the peppercorns in the dishes, the banquet that everyone had been looking forward to for a long time began.

Wu picked up a piece of tofu that was different from the usual white tofu and put it into his mouth. He chewed it a few times with a little force and then narrowed his eyes.

The eldest brother picked up a piece, chewed it twice, and his eyes immediately widened. He didn't say anything, but the speed at which he put tofu into his mouth obviously increased by several levels.

The second senior brother was the most exaggerated. "Wolfing down" was not enough to describe the way he ate at this moment. Half of the big bowl of dry rice was gone in just a few moments.

Watching him eat makes people very hungry, as if his mouth is a bottomless pit, and the rice he scoops in goes directly into his stomach without even chewing.

The people from the original yellow fruit tribe, represented by Dou, were the most surprised by the food. Even if they saw it with their own eyes, they found it difficult to associate the yellow fruits they had eaten before with this delicious food.

This earth-shaking change is really too surprising.

After chewing a piece of Dou slowly, he immediately increased his eating speed.

Don’t mention that the Son of God had already said that after the beans are made into tofu, you won’t feel bloated when you eat it. Even if your stomach still feels bloated and uncomfortable after eating it, you don’t care about that anymore.

This food is so delicious that you can't stop eating it.

Liang was squatting in the shade holding the bowl. He looked thinner than most people, but at this moment, he was not inferior to others in terms of eating momentum and speed. He held the chopsticks in one hand and the bowl in the other, and ate noisily.

Compared to others, he, who knows a lot about the inside story, has more feelings.

It is really hard to imagine that the small fruit that makes you want to squat there and drool for a long time when eating it can be so delicious when used to make tofu!

The uncomfortable numbness that had made people feel uncomfortable before no longer made people stay away from it. On the contrary, this numbing feeling, mixed with food, could stimulate people's taste buds and made people unable to stop.

I want to fully experience this wonderful feeling.

Shang, Mao and others had slight sweat on their foreheads.

The members of the trading team sipped their lips from time to time to inhale some air. After hearing that the food was so delicious because of the addition of a kind of plant seeds they had newly acquired this time, they immediately became excited.

These guys sucked their numb, greasy lips, held an empty bowl in one hand, and pounded their chests with the other.

They expressed their willingness to set off immediately, go to that tribe, bring back all the peppercorns from that tribe, uproot all the peppercorn trees, and plant them outside the kitchen of the Qingque tribe.

Let everyone in the tribe experience this wonderful taste every day.

Not only did the rest of the people not feel that there was anything wrong with the behavior of Shang, Mao and the others, but they all pounded their chests to show that they were willing to contribute as well.

It would be fine if other people reacted like this, but Wu, you are so old, why are you joining in the fun?

Han Cheng stared at the scene in amazement and couldn't help sniffing. Isn't it just a Sichuan pepper?

Is the reaction so exaggerated?

Han Cheng was very skeptical at this time. If he told them that there was a kind of pepper in faraway America that could make food even more delicious, these fearless foodies might pick up the tribe's canoe and make a feat across the ocean...

(I fried some mapo tofu tonight, and it tasted pretty good, haha... I finally made up for a chapter, shame on you)