The reason why Han Cheng was misled is simple.
Tofu skin, as the name suggests, is of course the layer of skin on the outside of tofu.
When Han Cheng first tried to make tofu skin, he was working towards this goal.
No matter how you try, you have to add brine to the boiled soy milk before you start.
Of course, it is impossible to make tofu skin under such circumstances. Even if you squeeze the tofu hard and basically squeeze out all the water in the tofu, what you get is only dried tofu, not tofu skin.
Now, after listening to Qingcao's description of the process of making tofu skin, Han Cheng finally understood!
It just so happened that the last pot of soy milk was not made into tofu, so Han Chengbentang immediately decided to try making tofu skin again according to Qingcao's description just now.
If it can be successfully made, it will add another item to the tribe's food supply.
The raw soy milk is poured into a ceramic pot and becomes cooked soy milk after being heated by flames.
The cooked soy milk was scooped into a large vat. After a while, a solidified film appeared on the surface.
Han Cheng reached out and tried to take it out of the jar, but he quickly gave up the attempt because it was too painful.
Since it was not possible to do it manually, he had to use tools, so Han Cheng took out a wooden spatula to turn the dishes.
Put the wooden spatula into the edge of the ceramic jar, push it up lightly with a little force, and the whole tofu skin that has not yet been formed will rise up, with soy milk dripping out.
Han Cheng picked up the tofu with a wooden shovel and waited here for a while, letting the soy milk on the tofu skin drip down almost completely. Then he picked up the tofu skin and brought it to the cleaned bamboo pole that had just been placed there.
Then start to put it on the bamboo pole.
It was this attempt that made Han Cheng give up his plan to pick out the tofu skin with a wooden shovel.
Because the tofu skin picked out with a wooden spatula overlaps and sticks together in many places, you cannot pull it hard, because if you use too much force in your hands, the thin tofu skin will break.
It's even more difficult than a pancake that didn't flip over successfully the first time.
Holding a wooden shovel and looking at the ugly-looking tofu skin on the bamboo pole, Han Cheng frowned and began to think of a solution.
Not long after, he put down the wooden spatula in his hand, said something to Qinghua Qingcao and others in the kitchen, then turned around and walked outside.
While Qinghua and others were waiting, Han Cheng, who had been out for a while, came back with two broken bamboo pieces in his hand.
The bamboo strip is more than one meter long, about three centimeters wide, and two or three millimeters thick.
Han Cheng cleaned the two bamboo strips and took them to the large jar of soy milk.
At this time, the top layer of the soy milk in the large jar had solidified into a thin film again.
Han Cheng held a bamboo stick in one hand, inserted it vertically into the edge of the vat, and then picked it up.
As he moved, the entire film was picked up intact by two separate bamboo pieces.
Moreover, unlike when using a wooden spatula, the picked-up film is still spread out and not stuck together.
Han Cheng stood here for a while, letting the soy milk on the bamboo stick drain, and then he carried it on the bamboo pole.
There are not even any extra wrinkles on the entire piece of tofu skin, let alone folding together like the previous one. It is perfect.
After Han Dashenzi indulged himself for a while, he came to the pottery jar again. After a moment of waiting, another layer of skin gradually solidified on the soy milk that had just been peeled off.
Han Cheng then attacked again with the bamboo stick in his hand.
Han Cheng's idea of using two bamboo sticks to pick up tofu skin did not come out of thin air. When he was thinking of a solution, he remembered the bald boss of the braised beef and spicy soup restaurant in later generations who used bamboo sticks to flip the lasagna with a diameter of 50 centimeters or more when he was having breakfast.
I copied it and tried it, and found it really works well.
After Han Cheng picked out a few in a row, he handed the task to Qingcao, who had been watching for a long time.
The method of making tofu skin was discovered by Qingcao. Han Cheng improved it based on Qingcao's discovery and made it more perfect.
This relationship is just like how Cai Lun improved the papermaking technique based on the work of his predecessors, making paper more convenient to use.
Uh... it can't be said to be exactly the same, Han Cheng still has the source of happiness...
Because this tofu skin is of great importance to him and he has received great praise from the Son of God for it, Qingcao is very dedicated and responsible in picking the tofu skin. Not only is he efficient and of good quality, but he also does not feel tired. It is more effective than the new calcium medium and high calcium tablets that "can make you fart to the fifth floor without any effort".
As a result, in less than half a day, there were already several bamboo sticks of tofu skin in the dining hall of the Qingque tribe.
Faced with the new ingredient of tofu skin, Han Cheng, who didn't have much to do, went into the kitchen himself in the afternoon.
Put a cleaned pig's head and eight pig's trotters into a large vat, put square pieces of tofu skin in the middle, and then put a layer of pork on top. After adding water and seasonings, light the fire and start stewing.
It is said that in order to make a good pot of braised meat, there are many things to pay attention to, from material selection to seasoning, to cooking time.
Han Cheng didn't make braised meat in his later life, but if he couldn't make good ones, he could still make some with average taste.
The braised meat he made was for the people in the tribe to eat, not to sell. There was no 'thrilling leap' involved in the product, so there was no need to worry about losing money.
As for the fact that some people might complain that the braised food is not tasty, that is not within Han Cheng's consideration at all.
There are many strong men in their tribe who are able to eat two or three kilograms of boiled meat in one go. It would be strange if this braised meat with all kinds of seasonings that can be found in the tribe did not receive unanimous praise from everyone.
Sure enough, before the braised meat was out of the pot, Wu, the eldest brother and others had already followed the aroma and came to the kitchen in waves, greedily inhaling the fragrance of the braised meat and were unwilling to leave.
After Han Cheng told the man who was stoking the fire to simmer it slowly, he looked at the sky outside and dug out a clay basin from a strange-looking building outside. He removed the snow from the basin and revealed what was inside.
This is the liver left over from the pigs slaughtered after the winter.
After Han Cheng had people cook it, it was put into a basin and stored in something he called a refrigerator.
This is really a refrigerator.
A lot of clean ice from the river is placed inside the building, which is divided into 50-centimeter layers. Clean snow is piled outside the building. After the food is put inside, it will be surrounded by ice and snow. In this case, the refrigerator can fully play its role in preserving fresh food. As long as the cold winter does not pass, the effectiveness of this refrigerator will not be compromised.
There is no way. Being poor can not only make people full of fighting spirit, but also allow people to fully exert their intelligence and talents under limited conditions, making use of everything and making useful things, although they are a little crude...
Cut the pork liver into slices, cut some pickled cabbage into shreds, cut fresh tofu skin into shreds, put them in the pot and cook them, add some rapeseed before serving, and a pot of delicious sour and fragrant pork liver soup will be successfully prepared...
“Delicious! Delicious!”
Just as Han Cheng thought, these guys in the tribe are all big foodies. The world does not allow any food to taste bad. When they eat the food made by Han Cheng, they all praise it highly and only want to use all the words they know to praise the wise Son of God.
Not only was there no tofu skin left, but even the braised pork soup was scooped up and eaten up by these ferocious guys by pouring it over millet and dry rice.
Among them, Qingcao ate braised tofu skin the most. Han Cheng had specifically instructed Qingcao to do this in order to commend Qingcao for discovering the method of making tofu skin.
Soybeans are really a magical thing!
The former leader of the Huangguo tribe, now Dou, who had eaten the tofu skin, was savoring the taste of the tofu skin while thinking with emotion.
Such a good food was actually despised by everyone in his tribe. Thinking about it now, Dou felt that he was really ignorant...
Han Cheng looked at the food that had been eaten up and couldn't help but stand with his hands behind his back again. He felt that he was indeed a buried genius. Not only was his flute performance the best in the world, but now his cooking skills were also the best in the world.
It's lonely up there…
A certain shameless son of God was sighing here without the slightest sense of shame.
If a culinary expert from the future heard his shameless sigh, he would probably hit him on the head with a cooking spoon...
There are surprises every year, and there are especially many this year. If the unexpected appearance of tofu skin made Han Cheng feel very happy, then the surprises brought by the return of Junior Brother Sha, Mao and other members of the trade team made Han Cheng so happy that he almost fainted.
Looking at those people in the team who were wrapped in animal skins and looking at him and others in a timid manner, Han Cheng's tongue was trembling with laughter.
Although when the old primitive man and others returned, they had already expressed to Han Cheng that after returning, they would persuade the leader and others to bring the remaining people in the tribe to join their own tribe, and Han Cheng was also very enthusiastic about asking people to help the remaining people of the Feng tribe and the neighboring Feng tribe to prepare to migrate to their own tribe in winter, but Han Cheng was still unsure whether the old primitive man and others could succeed.
After all, the situation of the Wind Tribe and the neighboring Wind Tribe is different from that of the Pig Tribe, Sheep Tribe, and Yellow Fruit Tribe that joined their tribe before.
Those tribes chose to join their own tribe because they could no longer survive by relying solely on themselves, and the Feng Tribe and the Neifeng Tribe were not at the end of their rope, and they were fully capable of surviving on their own.
Especially after the old primitive people had earned food and salt in their tribe by building roads for more than half a year, it became more difficult to get them to join their tribe.
Having lived here for more than ten years and come into contact with so many tribes, Han Cheng has a relatively good understanding of the leaders of these tribes.
Most of the leaders, as long as life in their tribe is still bearable, will rarely take the initiative to join other tribes, even if the tribe seems so rich and beautiful.
If this were not the case, under the continued influence of the Qingque tribe on the surrounding tribes, the population of the Qingque tribe would definitely be much larger than it is now.
It is precisely because of this knowledge that Han Cheng developed a strategy to attract people from the Feng Tribe and neighboring Feng Tribes to continue working in his own tribe and continue to assimilate.
However, no matter what he thought or considered before, the people from these two tribes have now come to his tribe collectively and are ready to join his tribe.
Looking at the old primitive man standing there and smiling as if he was showing off, Han Cheng couldn't help but sigh. No wonder the old primitive man would take the initiative to ask him to persuade the people in their tribe to join his tribe. It turned out that the old primitive man was already confident.
Come to think of it, if the old primitive man was not sure, he would not have taken the initiative to tell me about this matter.
It seems that I underestimated him this time. This old primitive man is really a talent. He was actually able to convince the people in their tribe to get this thing done.
This guy doesn't seem to talk much on weekdays, but I didn't expect that he would be so reliable at the critical moment and be able to convince their leader. It seems that he is a hidden master and a person who is good at eloquence.
It seems that if we encounter similar situations in the future, we can send the old primitive man out to serve as a lobbyist...
As Han Cheng thought about this, the smile on his face became even brighter. As expected, as long as you pay attention, there will be talented people emerging in every era!
Thinking of this, Han Cheng, who was getting more and more excited, walked forward and held the old primitive man's hand, and asked eagerly: "How did you convince your leader to agree to bring the rest of the people to join our tribe?"
When the old primitive man heard the respected Son of God asking about this matter, a humble smile appeared on his face.
He didn't say anything, but exerted force with his hands, trying to free his hands from Han Cheng's.
Han Cheng felt the strength in the old primitive man's hand, so he let go of it. He thought the old primitive man was dissatisfied that this wonderful verbal battle could not be expressed clearly with words alone.
However, the old primitive man's next move made Han Cheng a little confused, because the old primitive man, with his hands free, did not start talking with his hands and feet gesticulating as Han Cheng expected, but bent down silently, raised one leg, and touched the shoe on his foot with one hand.
What? Did the old primitive man have itchy feet?
Han Cheng made this guess as he looked at the old primitive man who seemed a little confused.
As soon as this thought came to his mind, it was shattered by the old primitive man's next action.
Under Han Cheng's stunned gaze, the old primitive man did not scratch himself, but took off his shoes directly.
The old primitive man took off his shoes and held them in his hands, with an unconcealable excitement and holiness on his face. He held up the shoes that looked very stylish after walking along the way: "We reasoned with the leader, but he didn't listen, so I hit him with my shoes, and he agreed after a beating..."
Looking at the old primitive man who looked righteous and spoke seriously, the stunned Han Cheng became even more stunned.
What does this have to do with anything!
What happened to the fierce verbal battles that were promised? What happened to the promise of the river flowing backwards and the iron tree blooming? Why did it end up being the turn of the big soles to take the stage?
Old primitive man, don't you think there is something wrong with your way of persuasion by using big soles of shoes?
This kind of persuasive education by taking turns hitting with big soles of shoes is almost as good as the way of courtship practiced by some tribes - if you like a primitive woman, just go over and knock her out with a stick, and then go back to the bridal chamber.
As expected, I was overthinking it. It is impossible to expect these people who are poor in language skills and most of whom cannot speak fluently to show the style of those famous speakers in the Warring States Period.
Using the soles of shoes to persuade and educate is the appropriate approach for this era.
This person really can't have too much inner drama...
Han Cheng lamented in his heart as he looked at the old primitive man who was holding the shoes that exuded a wonderful smell and telling him with great interest how he had persuaded and educated the chief.
It seems that if you want to persuade and educate a tribe in the future, you can still let the old primitive man go. There is no need for the big soles of the shoes to show off their power. The old primitive man only needs to take off his shoes and put them on the mouth and nose of the person being educated, and even the most stubborn people will surrender...
"Good! You did a great job!"
Han Cheng gave two thumbs up and highly praised the old primitive man who put on his shoes reluctantly at his signal.
Han Dashenzi, who really liked shaking hands with people, was ready to shake hands with the old primitive man who had made great contributions. However, Han Cheng did not muster up the courage to do so when he remembered the heroic look of the old primitive man shaking his shoes and the fact that he had tapped his feet while putting on his shoes.
After learning from the old primitive man what happened after they returned, Han Cheng highly praised the Feng tribe headed by the old primitive man, as well as the people of the neighboring Feng tribe.
After finishing all the necessary things, Han Cheng smiled and walked towards the leader of the Feng tribe and others who came to his tribe for the first time.
Han Cheng's principle in doing such things is to first praise and care for those who have made contributions to the tribe and the veterans, and then pay attention to the newcomers who have entered the tribe.
These old hands have worked for the tribe for so long, and even if they have not made any contributions, they have worked hard. It is impossible for newcomers to reach the standards of the old hands or even surpass them as soon as they arrive here.
At least it doesn't work for Han Cheng.
The leader of the Wind tribe, with fur wrapped on his body and head, stood in the yard of the Green Bird tribe. He looked extremely shocked and dizzy. He didn't even react when the old primitive man holding his shoes and telling Han Cheng how he convinced him and others.
His dull eyes slowly swept across the outer courtyard of the Qingque tribe. There were large groups of deer, large groups of sheep, grunting wild boars, chickens crowing with their heads raised, caves as tall as mountain walls, and a large number of people...
Everywhere you look, there are extremely shocking scenes.
Originally, on the way here, the leader of the Wind Tribe had seen too many shocking things and thought that was all there was to the Green Bird Tribe and the best things he had ever seen.
After finally arriving at the Qingque tribe, he discovered that what had shocked him before was just a small part of it.
The real Qingque tribe has so many things that can shock people!
It turns out that this is what the old primitive people said, this is what the kind-hearted Green Bird tribe really looks like!
"Hello, welcome to the Green Bird Tribe."
Han Cheng came up to the leader of the Wind Tribe, who was shocked to the point of turning into a sculpture, and spoke to him with a smile, then extended his hand to the leader of the Wind Tribe.
"￥%DF..."
The old primitive man at the side translated and told the seemingly stupid Feng tribe leader Han Cheng's identity and the meaning of what he said.
Looking at the person who came to him, talked incoherently, and held his hand affectionately, the leader of the Wind Tribe was once again stunned.
Because the man in front of him didn't look strong at all, and he didn't look too old.
How could such a person become the most prestigious person in the tribe?
After this stagnation lasted for a while, the eyes of the Wind Tribe leader suddenly lit up, and he felt that he could join the tribe in front of him.
Because the person with the highest status in front of him doesn't look strong at all, it should be very easy to knock him down.
According to past custom, as long as I challenge this person and knock him down, I will become the number one in this tribe.
In this way, he could lead more people, and such a large tribe would have to listen to him. This cave as majestic as a mountain wall and all the food would become his tribe's...
Good! It's really good!
Thinking of the scene of becoming the first person in the tribe and getting all the shocking things he saw in front of him into his own hands, the leader of the Wind Tribe trembled with excitement.
This is really great!
The leader of the Wind Tribe, who had originally been very reluctant to join the Green Bird Tribe, now no longer resisted.
Not only that, even the old primitive man who had persuaded him with the sole of his shoe no longer felt any resentment.
Because if the old primitive man hadn't persuaded and educated me and brought me here, how could I have discovered such a good opportunity?
Han Cheng looked at the leader of the Wind Tribe, whose dazed state disappeared after he shook hands with him and whose eyes became bright and energetic. He couldn't help but smile slightly in his heart. He had successfully influenced a person with his friendly image, gentle words, and elegant demeanor... and saved him from the cold and hunger, making him feel the warmth of spring...
I am really great! So amazing!
"#￥%…D…"
When Han Dashenzi was deeply intoxicated by himself, the leader of the Wind Tribe, whose eyes were shining with joy, spoke...
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