As the people of the Linfeng tribe returned, cheers rang out in the caves of the Linfeng tribe, and joy filled the entire tribe.
When some people who returned from the Qingque tribe bravely said that they wanted to join the Qingque tribe and invited the rest of the tribe to join the kind Qingque tribe, the old primitive man who had been listening attentively bent down and put his hand on a shoe, ready to take off his shoe and lend it to the people of the Linfeng tribe if something went wrong.
However, what happened next made the old primitive man of the Wind Tribe quite regretful.
After learning the news from the people who returned from the Qingque tribe, the reaction of the leader of the Linfeng tribe was as strong as that of the leader of the Feng tribe. The difference was that one rolled his eyes in anger, while the other was extremely surprised. He tightly grasped the hand of the person who spoke and confirmed it over and over again, fearing that the news was false.
When they confirmed that these were all true, the people of the Linfeng tribe, led by their leader, couldn't help but cheer.
The leader of the Linfeng tribe had no doubt at all about what the people who returned from the Qingque tribe said about how kind and wealthy the Qingque tribe was.
Not to mention the clothes worn by the tribesmen who returned from the Qingque tribe, just the food and salt they brought back were enough to make them believe it.
Especially after hearing that the Qingque tribe had something that could make people sweat when sleeping on it in such weather, the people from the Linfeng tribe who remained in the cave became even more eager to join the Qingque tribe.
Because they had all suffered enough from the fact that the cave entrance was not blocked tightly and they had to sleep together around the fire at night, but they were still shivering from the cold.
The people of the Linfeng tribe did not dare to ask for three delicious meals a day. What they just wanted was something very warm to sleep with as the people in their tribe said.
Seeing that the task was completed so smoothly, the old primitive man who was always prepared could only put on the half-taken shoes with great regret.
After confirming that as long as they followed the Qingque tribe's trading team and would not be hurt while walking in the snow and ice, and that no one would freeze to death, the people of the Linfeng tribe could not wait to pack up.
They did not feel sad at all, but were filled with joy instead. The hole in the cave was too big, and wind was always blowing in. They did not want to stay in it any longer.
Although it was called cleaning up, there was actually nothing much to clean up. The most important thing to do was to move the food and salt earned by those who returned from the Green Bird Tribe back to the sleds outside.
As for the Linfeng tribe's own property, it was really pitiful.
Because when they came here from the Qingque main tribe, the old primitive man told Han Cheng that he wanted to bring all the people from their tribe to live together with the Qingque tribe this winter, so the trade team was fully prepared this time.
In addition to bringing enough food, they also carried a lot of nitred furs.
Early the next morning, these bundles of furs were moved into the caves of the Linfeng tribe, and the people of the Linfeng tribe were asked to take off the layers of animal skins wrapped around their bodies and replace them with these furs.
There is a great difference between untanned hides and tanned hides.
Animal skins that have not been nitrated are not only hard, but also do not fit closely when wrapped around the body, and their warmth-retaining effect is limited.
The leather that has been nitrated is completely different. It can bring out all the advantages of leather in resisting severe cold.
At the beginning, the people of the Linfeng tribe did not understand the behavior of the trading team.
I don't understand why they were asked to take off the leather wrapped around their bodies and then replace them with other leather. They are all leather, so what's the difference?
However, when they wrapped themselves in the skins brought by the trading team, the doubts in their hearts immediately disappeared without a trace.
It turns out that even though they are both made of the same leather, the difference is really that big.
Compared with the skins from the Qingque tribe, the skins they originally used to wrap had to be thrown away.
The people of the Linfeng tribe, wrapped in soft leather, felt warm all over. They originally had many concerns about walking in the snow, but after wrapping themselves in such leather, all their worries disappeared.
Some people even think that they don't need anything else, and just these skins give them the courage to move forward in such ice and snow.
There was a reason why they were not given clothes and were only allowed to walk wrapped in skins. The main reason was that after giving the old primitive people a set of clothes, the Green Bird tribe could not come up with so many clothes at once, so they could only make do with the skins that had been treated with nitrate.
After a busy period and everyone having a full meal of hot soup, the team, which had grown significantly in size, returned along the traces they had left behind.
Those people from the Linfeng tribe who had stayed in the cave and had not gone to the Qingque tribe before, all opened their eyes wide at this time, and found everything they saw extremely new and interesting.
They were especially amazed by the thing called a sled, which was pulled by deer or animals they had never seen before.
Before riding on the sled, they had never thought that they could choose this way of traveling.
This kind-hearted Green Bird tribe is so smart and amazing!
After hearing about so many miraculous things that were made by the wise Son of God, Han Cheng's image of being tall, majestic, smart and wise has been established in the minds of people from the Linfeng Tribe who have never been to the Qingque Tribe...
The team moved forward and arrived at the residence of the Wind Tribe.
The people of the Feng Tribe were treated the same as those of the neighboring Feng Tribe. They were stripped of the skins that had wrapped them in the past and replaced with skins that had been nitrated by the Qingque Tribe. Then they moved their not-so-many belongings in the cave onto the Qingque Tribe's sleds and moved away with the team on the ice and snow.
Those who were young, in poor health, or holding children were arranged to sit on the sleds so that they did not have to step on the snow one step at a time to move forward.
Such treatment dispelled all the worries of the weak people of the Wind Tribe that the Green Bird Tribe would be overly harsh in treating the weak.
Next, after seeing the snow houses and drinking the wine that warms the body, the people of the Wind Tribe, who were migrating for the first time, all felt completely relieved and began to look forward to arriving at the Green Bird Tribe and the new life that was about to begin.
The leader of the Wind Tribe was also wrapped in nitrated leather and followed the team, walking on the snow.
The swelling on his face had not completely subsided, and he still had some strong resistance to going to the Qingque tribe. However, when his eyes fell on the shoes on the old primitive man's feet, he dared not show any resistance. He could only follow the crowd and walk forward obediently to the Qingque tribe, which he thought was not kind at all...
The Qingque tribe, where heavy snow fell, became more peaceful and comfortable, and less busy than before.
Even though the people in the tribe were fooled by Han Cheng through the previous sports games, they were still quite relaxed due to the climate and limited things they could do.
In your leisure time, there are two things that make you feel most comfortable.
One is to sleep quietly without paying attention to anything and sleep until you wake up naturally.
The second is to calmly prepare some delicious food after waking up and eat it slowly.
The best food for winter is hotpot. Although it is snowing and windy outside, it is warm as spring inside the room.
The orange flames were dancing under the stove, the soup in the earthenware pot was bubbling, and the white tofu, yellow bean sprouts, and green cabbage were gently rolling inside.
Waves of white steam continued to rise as the soup rolled, filling the room. Around the table sat a circle of people holding chopsticks and eating with sweat on their foreheads.
"It would be even better if we had some Fuling pickled mustard tuber to eat. It's not only refreshing but also helps to relieve greasiness."
After wiping the sweat from his forehead, Han Cheng sucked on his lips which were numb from the stimulation of the peppercorns and said with some regret.
"Son of God, then you can make some to eat..."
The witch at the side put a piece of tofu that had been boiled for a long time into her mouth, sucked in her air, and finally swallowed it after a while. Then she looked at Han Cheng and spoke hopefully.
From the Son of God's tone and expression, the witch could see the Son of God's yearning.
Usually, things that the Son of God yearns for are very rare delicacies. Wu really wants the Son of God to make the Fuling pickled mustard tuber that he has heard of for the first time, so that he can follow the Son of God to taste what kind of wonderful taste this food that sounds very unusual.
The eldest brother, the second brother and several other high-ranking members of the Qingque tribe who were eating together around the table all raised their heads and looked at their Son of God with hope.
However, this time they were destined to be disappointed.
Han Cheng put a piece of cooked mutton into his mouth with chopsticks, and sighed with regret while chewing: "I can't afford it. This Fuling pickled mustard is like tea eggs. It is an extremely precious and luxurious thing. Our tribe can't afford it at all."
“Hiss~!”
“Hiss~!”
As soon as Han Cheng finished his words, a series of sharp gasps were heard in the room.
Wu, the eldest senior brother and others looked at their Son of God in shock, forgetting to chew the food in their mouths. The chopsticks in the second senior brother's hand fell to the ground because of the shocking news.
It’s not their fault that they are inexperienced and making a fuss about nothing, but the news is indeed too shocking.
They had all heard of tea eggs. According to the Son of God, they were a divine delicacy and an extremely luxurious thing.
You can’t even exchange two pigs and one sheep in the tribe for a small tea egg!
Now, the Fuling pickled mustard tuber that the Son of God mentioned is actually on the same level as the tea eggs and can be classified as an equal luxury item. How could they not be surprised?
After this surprise lasted for a while, Wu closed his wide mouth, lowered his head and ate quietly, putting mutton rolls, tofu, fried tofu strips and other things into his mouth.
He decided to stuff his mouth with food to stop himself from talking.
As for Fuling Zhacai, just pretend he didn’t say anything.
What Shen Zi said was absolutely right. They really couldn't afford the Fuling pickled mustard tuber, which was as luxurious as tea eggs.
Not only Wu calmed down, but the other senior brothers who had gradually recovered from their shock also followed Wu's example, lowering their heads to eat in silence without talking.
They were all shocked by the luxury of Fuling pickled mustard tuber described by the Son of God.
Even the second brother, who loved to eat it the most among everyone, immediately gave up the idea of eating Fuling pickled mustard tuber when he heard Han Cheng say that the thing was actually related to tea eggs.
They really couldn't afford such luxurious things. Not only could they not afford them, they didn't even dare to think about it.
The room, which had been bustling originally, suddenly became quiet after Han Cheng offered up the luxurious item, Fuling Zhacai. Everyone was so overwhelmed that they could not raise their heads and could only keep putting mutton rolls into their mouths to calm themselves.
After Han Cheng chewed the mutton roll and swallowed it, he thought about the one dollar bag of Fuling pickled mustard tuber and couldn't help but sigh deeply.
He really couldn't afford this now, because he didn't even have a dollar...
After today’s dinner for the top leaders of the Qingque tribe, the name of Fuling Zhacai began to spread in the Qingque tribe.
After hearing that this food was as precious as tea eggs, the people of the Qingque tribe, who heard about this food for the first time, were so shocked that they gasped.
After a period of development, Fuling Zhacai became a word used by the people of the Qingque tribe to describe something that was too precious and unaffordable. It represented the most advanced luxury, even surpassing tea eggs!
"Son of God! Son of God!"
Han Cheng was lying on the edge of the kang, holding a small rattle in his hand, shaking it back and forth to amuse his plump daughter. Suddenly, a series of rapid shouts were heard outside, accompanied by hurried footsteps, coming closer and closer.
Han Cheng's heart skipped a beat when he heard the noise, and the first thought that came to his mind was what had happened in the tribe again!
He immediately handed the rattle to Little Pea and walked quickly to the door.
At this time, the person who was running a little out of breath had already arrived.
This person is Qingcao. She and a few other people have now become the full-time cooks of the Qingque tribe. The tribe’s normal diet is basically taken care of by them.
What was the meaning of Qingcao rushing over here in such a hurry? Was there a fire in the kitchen?
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Han Cheng quickly turned his head and looked in the direction of the cafeteria.
It was as quiet as before, without the billowing smoke as imagined.
This made Han Cheng feel much more relieved. As long as the kitchen didn't catch fire, everything else would be easy.
"What's wrong?"
Han Cheng asked while looking at Qingcao who was running out of breath.
"I...I, bean...tofu, eat..."
Qingcao is incoherent at the moment and doesn't know how to express himself.
After talking anxiously for a while without making any sense, she stopped talking and gestured to Han Cheng to go to the kitchen with her, looking extremely anxious.
Seeing this, Han Cheng did not hesitate and followed Qingcao to the kitchen. He was very curious and wanted to see what big news Qingcao and the others had made that caused such a fuss.
“God…Son of God, here!”
Qingcao, who was out of breath from running, pointed at something next to the kitchen and said to Han Cheng.
Han Cheng looked in the direction of Qingcao's finger, and when he saw the appearance of the thing clearly, his eyes suddenly widened.
After standing here in a daze for a while, Han Cheng took two steps at a time and came to the thing that Qingcao was pointing at. He squatted down and looked at it carefully. After looking at it for a while, he tore off a small piece of the thing hanging on the branch and put it in his mouth, tasting it slowly.
This scared Qingcao who was watching on the side.
This kind of thing had never been seen in the tribe, and the Son of God put it in his mouth and tasted it. What should he do if it was poisonous?
In his anxiety, Qingcao suddenly remembered that in the fall, Big Foot ate poisonous tung oil fruit and was saved by Gu and others using a dung scoop. He immediately felt relieved.
He immediately made up his mind that if he found any signs of the Son of God being poisoned, he would immediately call people over and use the dung shovel to deal with him.
So Qingcao opened her eyes wide and stared at Han Cheng closely, not daring to blink, for fear of missing something.
"Hahaha! Good! Qingcao, you did a great job!"
Under Qingcao's close watch, after eating something that he had never seen before, Han Dashenzi, who had been squatting there motionless, as if he was cast under a spell, suddenly stood up from the ground, laughing and praising Qingcao's ability.
In his joy and excitement, he punched Qingcao in the chest, causing Qingcao's huge pectoral muscles to shake.
Qingcao, who was about to call for someone to prepare a dung shovel, was stunned by Han Dashenzi's overly excited look.
Is Shenzi really alright? Or maybe we should call someone over to try using the dung scoop, since Shenzi's behavior at this moment seems a little too abnormal.
Han Cheng also realized that his behavior was inappropriate. He smiled awkwardly, shook his hands, and covered up his embarrassment. He continued happily: "Green grass, this is a very good, very good new food. How did you discover it?!"
No wonder Han Cheng was so excited. This ball of food hanging randomly on the branches used as firewood was actually a very good food.
This thing is tofu skin.
Tofu skin is indeed a very good ingredient. It tastes delicious whether it is put together with meat when braising meat, used to make soup, or added to hot pot.
Han Cheng knew that there was such a thing as tofu skin, and that it was made from soy milk and other things. But unfortunately, he only knew how to make tofu, and he failed to make tofu skin after trying many times.
He had already given up on it with great regret, but he didn't expect that after Qingcao called him over hurriedly today, he saw the tofu skin that gave him no clue.
Although compared with the neat and tidy tofu skins seen in later generations, these tofu skins randomly wrapped around the branches look too miserable, it is undeniable that they are tofu skins!
Qingcao had never thought that something she had created unintentionally would be so valued by the Son of God. When asked by Han Cheng, she immediately began to excitedly tell how she discovered the tofu skin.
Through Qingcao's narration, Han Cheng gradually understood the whole story.
It's simple to say.
Today some people in the tribe were grinding tofu. Qingcao and another person were responsible for boiling the filtered soy milk outside, scooping it into a large vat and making tofu, and then scooping the made tofu pudding into a square box used to press tofu.
It just so happened that after a pot of soy milk was cooked and ladled into the jar, the person in charge of ordering tofu felt the urge to go to the bathroom and couldn't hold it any longer, so he covered his stomach and hurried to the toilet.
It was not time to cook yet, and there were only the two of them in the kitchen. After that person left, Qingcao was left alone and was unable to handle the work.
I was adding firewood to the fire pit and preparing brine. I finished in a hurry and was about to pour the brine into the tofu when I found that there was a thin film on the surface of the soy milk scooped into the large jar.
I have also found such a film when making tofu before, by leaving the boiled soy milk for a while longer.
In the past, I would just pour the brine in and stir it without paying any attention, but this time it didn't work.
Because this time a lot of black ash fell on the film.
This was caused by the fire burning a kind of grass stem with large leaves just now.
When the leaves of this grass are burned, they turn into light, flake-like grass ash, which can easily float inside the house with the rising air currents formed by the fire.
In the past, when making tofu, Qingcao would always be careful not to burn firewood such as large-leaf grass, but this time because another person left, she was too busy to handle it alone and forgot about this matter in a hurry.
With so much grass ash on the soy milk, there was no way I could continue making tofu without paying any attention to it, so I peeled off the grass and the thin film on the top and threw it aside.
After she had finished all the work, she suddenly discovered that the thing she had thrown away had become hard, and when put together, it looked a bit like the paper used by the tribe.
This miraculous change was beyond Qingcao's imagination, so after standing here and watching for a while, she hurried to find Han Cheng, the Son of God...
After understanding the whole story, Han Cheng was both happy and helpless.
He was happy that there was a new food in the tribe from then on, but he was disappointed to find that he was completely misled when he tried to make tofu skin...
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