This conspicuous plant has long and narrow leaves, which are somewhat similar to the leaves of corn.
However, there are also major differences. The leaves are much narrower than those of corn, and are more similar to sorghum, which was later called shushu in Han Cheng's hometown.
But there are many differences between this uncle and the one in Han Cheng's memory. Instead, it is more similar to something else he is familiar with.
This thing is called sweet millet stalks there.
The so-called sweet sorghum stalks are similar to sugarcane in the south, but they have many differences from sugarcane.
In terms of the growing climate, sweet sorghum grows in more northern areas and does not require as much heat and water as sugarcane.
In addition, the nodes of sweet sorghum stalks are very long, and each node is roughly comparable to two or three nodes of sugarcane.
But it is much thinner than sugarcane.
The difference in appearance between the two is very similar to the difference between corn stalks and sorghum stalks.
Moreover, sugarcane generally has purple or red skin, while sweet sorghum stalks basically have green skin.
When Han Cheng was a child, sweet sorghum stalks were definitely a particularly attractive delicacy, especially for children.
Whenever there was a performance, I would go with the adults from far away to watch the show, and I would be extremely happy if I could eat a piece of sweet sorghum stalk.
However, like most rural children at that time, what Han Cheng ate the most was not the sweet millet stalks that he had to spend money to buy, but the ungrown corn stalks that he ate when the adults were hoeing the fields or cutting grass.
In the vast cornfields, there are always some corns that have not grown due to various reasons. They are usually only as thick as an adult's little finger.
Even if corn stalks like this produce corn, they will only be a little bit big.
However, compared with those strong corn stalks, these unopened corn stalks seem sweeter, especially the part from the root to the corn-bearing position.
Therefore, adults often cut it off with sickles, remove the leaves, and leave only the stalks for the children to eat as sweet sorghum stalks.
You know what, this is really a good thing to appease children.
At least when Han Cheng was a child, his family had never used this kind of thing to coax him.
After cutting about five or seven stalks with a sickle, the adults placed Han Cheng and the thin corn stalks in the shade at the edge of the field and began to hoe the fields wearing straw hats.
As for Han Cheng, he would definitely not make trouble until he finished eating the corn stalks.
After all, children of that era had an extraordinary desire for sweetness, and these small corn stalks were more delicious than white hairy grass roots.
Han Cheng was naturally happy to see something here that looked very similar to the sweet sorghum stalks in his memory.
If this thing is really sweet sorghum stalks, it means that his tribe will have a snack that tastes very good in the future.
This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that the juice of the sweet sorghum stalks can be used to make sugar.
The candy made from this stuff will definitely taste purer than the fruit candy made from fruits.
More importantly, the output of this thing is definitely much higher than that of fruit candy.
If you want to know whether this thing is the sweet sorghum stalks in your memory, it is not easy to determine just by looking at the similar appearance. The most direct and effective way is to use your teeth to identify it.
It's the same way you tell if a chicken is young.
So Han Cheng took a sickle from the person accompanying him and attacked the one with a thicker edge that looked like a sweet millet stalk.
After cutting it off, use a sickle to cut off the top that has not yet grown, and then remove the leaves growing on it. Use the sickle to scrape the remaining stems up and down, and the surface covered with a layer of white frost will roll up and fall to the ground.
The movements are very skillful.
After it was done, he couldn't wait to put the root end to his mouth and bite it with his teeth to peel off a piece of skin.
After a while, Han Cheng had completely peeled off the bottom section.
Bite off a piece and chew it slowly, and you will feel the sweetness spreading in your mouth.
However, the sweetness is very light and the taste is not good. It seems a bit difficult to chew, and there are more residues and less juice.
Moreover, this sweetness is not very authentic and has a green taste.
Such a situation was within Han Cheng's acceptable range.
After all, the sweet millet stalks planted in later generations were the result of domestication over many years and generations. The ones he encountered now were still the kind that grew wildly in primitive times.
Moreover, now is not a good time to produce sweet sorghum stalks. It usually takes until autumn for them to fully grow.
The one I just picked can only be considered a newly sprouted seedling. It is very good that it has a light sweetness.
As for the unpleasant green taste, it is also a normal phenomenon.
Looking at the original sweet sorghum stalks in front of him and feeling the taste in his mouth, Han Cheng's face was full of smiles. For him, encountering something like sweet sorghum stalks here was really an unexpected surprise.
I didn't think about it that way at all.
Han Cheng had no idea whether sweet sorghum stalks existed in the Sichuan Basin in later generations.
But now, who knows how many years are left before the future, and it is not uncommon for situations like this to occur.
"Son of God, what is this?"
When the followers saw their Son of God take a bite of something they had never seen before, they couldn't help laughing and couldn't help but ask.
There were even quite a few people whose heartbeats quickened, thinking that what their Son of God was eating was the rice, which he had told them about not long ago and which had an extremely important role.
“This is sweet millet stalk! It tastes very sweet when ripe and can be used to make sugar. The sugar made from it is sweeter than fruit sugar.
You can also eat it raw, just like I did just now, but if you eat too much, your mouth will easily get blisters. "
Han Cheng held up the unripe sweet sorghum stalks that had already been brutally destroyed by him, and said to everyone with a smile.
After hearing that this thing was not rice, everyone in the tribe couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. However, after learning from Han Cheng about the use of sweet sorghum stalks, everyone's disappointment suddenly disappeared and turned into deep surprise.
Compared with people in later generations, people living in this era find it more difficult to resist sweetness. After all, before Han Cheng made fruit candy, people in the tribe had never eaten real candy.
You can only taste sweetness from some fruits.
Those who have eaten fruit candies are deeply impressed by the benefits of candies. The sweet taste seems to spread from the mouth to the heart.
Now, hearing from their Son of God that this thing called sweet sorghum stalks can actually be boiled into sugar that is sweeter than fruit candy, they are naturally very excited.
Looking at this field of sugarcane, everyone's eyes are shining green.
A breeze blew by, and the sweet sorghum stalks began to sway. The leaves of each stalk collided with each other, making a rustling sound, as if they felt the murderous aura coming from a group of foodies and were trembling in fear.
These people didn't care whether the animal was trembling or not. They followed Han Cheng's example, cut off some with sickles, peeled off the outer skin with their teeth, and started eating.
"Eat less. Just two bites per person is enough."
Han Cheng spoke to everyone at the right time.
Although he was basically certain that this thing was sweet sorghum stalks, it was not yet autumn and there was still a certain chance of making a mistake.
It's always better to be careful.
Of course, everyone listened very well to Han Cheng's words. Although some people wanted to eat more, they stopped eating after hearing what Han Cheng said.
However, the last bite that Brother Two took was so big that it was almost impossible to turn it over in his mouth.
The unexpected appearance of the sweet sorghum stalks immediately livened up the team's atmosphere. Everyone looked at the sweet sorghum stalks for a while, and after erecting two poles to make the place look more conspicuous, under the leadership of Han Cheng, they walked downstream for a distance, and then began to cross this swamp-like area to the east.
As he walked, Han Cheng looked at the surrounding plants, trying to find any trace of rice.
There is a saying that goes, "Good fortune never comes alone, but misfortune never comes alone." This saying is most appropriate for the Qingque tribe headed by Han Cheng today.
Together with everyone else, but after walking a short distance inside, Han Cheng saw something that surprised him extremely!
About seven or eight meters away from him, there was a patch of plants. These plants were green all over, and the leaves also looked a bit long and narrow, but they were much smaller than the leaves of the sweet sorghum stalks he had seen not long ago.
Moreover, unlike many grass plants that crawl on the water or live on the ground, these plants appear to be relatively tall and grow upright.
It looks very similar to the rice that Han Cheng has been thinking about.
“Stop!”
Han Cheng shouted to everyone, his voice trembling involuntarily.
When everyone heard Han Cheng's voice, they stopped and turned their eyes to Han Cheng.
After seeing their Son of God staring at a patch of plants not far away and looking extremely excited, everyone suddenly became excited as well, and some people's heartbeats couldn't help but beat violently again.
The second brother even felt that his mouth was a little dry and his breathing was a little rapid.
Shi Tou, who was following Han Cheng not far away, had also fixed his eyes on the patch of plants not far away, and his heart was beating like a drum.
"God...Son of God, is this...is this rice?"
Shitou reached out and wiped the clear snot that flowed out of his nose involuntarily because he was too excited, and he even stuttered when he spoke.
"I...I'm not...not sure!"
Han Cheng, who also spoke with a stutter, answered like this.
Fortunately, it was Han Cheng who spoke like this just now. If it was someone else, many people in the tribe would probably have complained out loud.
What the hell? You don't even know if it is what it is. Why are you so excited?
Han Cheng was really not talking nonsense here. He was really not sure whether what he saw in front of him was rice or not.
The easiest way to identify rice is when it has grown ears of grain and has blooming flowers or heavy ears of grain. It is easy to distinguish it from other similar weeds.
Of course, if the seedlings were neatly planted in the paddy fields in later generations, even if they had just been planted, people would be able to easily distinguish them from other things. After all, it is impossible for people to specifically plant other weeds in the paddy fields.
There are many weeds that look like rice seedlings, such as the barnyard grass in the saying "indistinguishable from rice and barnyard grass". When it is a seedling, it looks very similar to rice, which makes it easy for people to confuse them.
In Han Cheng's hometown where he lived later, the main crops were wheat, corn, peanuts, and soybeans. They were basically all dry land, with only a small amount of paddy fields under the small earth dams.
When I was young, every year we would plant some rice in the paddy fields allocated to our families and eat the harvest at home.
When they grew bigger, these paddy fields were basically deserted. No one planted rice or even soybeans anymore.
So to be honest, he is not as familiar with rice as he is with crops like wheat.
It is normal to be unable to tell whether what appears before your eyes is the rice you are longing for or some weeds similar to rice.
"Go and have a look."
Han Cheng said this and started walking towards the field of plants that looked like rice with the others.
Stopping in front of the plants, Han Cheng began to look down and carefully observe them.
It looks very similar to the rice in my memory, but at the same time it feels like some rice-like weeds I have seen before. It makes me feel very uncomfortable, and my mood is like a roller coaster, up and down, and I am very confused.
After struggling for a while, Han Cheng's eyes lit up when he saw the dry grass stems that were either lying in the water or standing there.
Because some of the dry grass stems still have some stalks left after they have formed ears of grass.
But basically there are no fruits left.
Almost half a year has passed since last autumn. Under the wind, sun and rain, many ripe fruits have fallen into the water.
These newly grown rice-like things are witness to this.
As for those that are more nostalgic and stay in their mother's arms and are unwilling to leave the fruit, they basically enter the stomachs of birds.
Judging from the bird droppings on the mud and grass, it is clear that these birds come here often to feed on the fallen birds.
But birds are still no match for humans in begging for food.
Just like now.
"Look, there are no seeds on it yet!"
Han Cheng spoke to the people around him, and he had already stretched out his hands and began to feel around on a dry grass ear in front of him. After receiving the order, the others also followed his example and started to work on the dry grass stems.
During this process, everyone was very careful and tried not to step on the rice plants, just as they were careful when weeding crops in the tribe's fields.
"Godson! Here are some!"
After a while, one person shouted excitedly and spread out his calloused palms.
There were several small fruits in his palm.
"Bring it here so I can see it!"
After hearing such a voice, Han Cheng's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly looked up at the man's palm. After this look, his heart couldn't help but beat violently again, thump thump thump like a drum, and he was so excited that he couldn't control himself.
The rest of the people who heard that person's words also looked up suddenly at the same time, and many surprised, expectant, and burning eyes focused on this person.
And that person's face turned red with excitement, and his body was shaking uncontrollably because he had found something that might be extremely important to the tribe.
He couldn't wait to go to where Han Cheng was, but after taking a step, he suddenly came to his senses and quickly closed his open palms and clenched his fists tightly, fearing that the fruits in his hands would disappear if he was not careful.
After Han Cheng said that, he walked towards this person, and a moment later, the two met.
"God, Son of God..."
The man spoke excitedly, and slowly spread out his tightly clenched palms, while placing his other hand underneath to prepare for protection.
Han Cheng, the Son of God, was not in much better condition than this man. He was so excited that he didn't know where to put his hands.
It’s not that he has never seen the world, but because the rice that can be thrown away at will if it is not eaten in the future, in this era, is of great significance to him and their tribe!
A new food, but a food that has been proven by thousands of years or even longer of history, is very important to a tribe, or an entire era.
He raised his hand and shook it vigorously to calm his hands a little. Then he carefully picked up a small fruit from the tribesman's equally trembling palm and held it in front of his eyes to examine it carefully.
The fruit is not big and is slightly pointed at both ends. Due to long-term exposure to wind and sun, the color appears a little black.
Despite this, Han Cheng was extremely fascinated by it, as if he had seen the best scenery and the most precious treasure, with a foolish smile on his face.
After looking at it and grinning for a while, he pinched it between his fingers, then pinched it with his fingernails and began to carefully peel off the outer hard shell.
Although I have told myself countless times in my heart that as a person who came from the afterlife and has seen the world, and is also the son of God of the Green Bird Tribe, I am now just facing a tiny grain of rice. What is there to be excited about?
You must remain calm and maintain a tall and mighty image in everyone's mind. You must not behave like a bumpkin who has never seen the world.
But when I started to peel it, my hands couldn't help but tremble slightly.
After a while, Han Cheng peeled open one of the two pointed fruits, revealing a color that was somewhat white but also had a hazy and transparent feeling.
Although Han Cheng had basically confirmed that this was rice when he saw the fruits in the hands of the tribesman, after peeling off the shells and seeing the familiar yet slightly unfamiliar colors, he finally felt completely relieved and a strong sense of joy surged in his heart.
Han Dashenzi was so happy that he felt like he was hit by a fart. He continued to work with his hands, and before long, the outer shell of the fruit was completely peeled off.
A small fruit fell into the palm of his hand.
This is a tiny grain of rice, with an irregular cylindrical shape, whitish color and a slightly translucent feeling. It is not as good-looking as the refined rice bought in later generations, and it is not as big as the common rice grains in later generations, only about half the size. However, Han Cheng was still very happy.
Because, this is a grain of rice!
After Han Cheng took a grain of rice from the man's hand, the people who followed him gathered around, stretching their heads and staring with burning eyes, watching the actions of their Son of God. When Han Cheng began to shell the rice, their hearts all rose to their throats.
At this moment, seeing the unusually beautiful fruit in the Son of God's hand and the brilliant smile on his face as if he had eaten magpie shit, everyone started laughing foolishly.
Especially after remembering the various benefits of rice that the Son of God had mentioned before, the smiles on everyone's faces became even more intense.
"You peel it."
Han Cheng picked up a few grains of rice from the hand of the person who found the rice, gave one of them back to the person, and gave the others to his second senior brother and junior brother Sha who were standing closer, asking them to peel the rice together and share the joy together.
The few people who were given the grains of rice all excitedly imitated Han Cheng and used their fingernails to peel off the husks on the grains. After a short while, several similar grains of rice appeared in their hands.
Everyone held it carefully in their palms, looked at it carefully in front of their eyes, and thought it was extremely beautiful.
While watching, no one dared to breathe, for fear of dropping this extremely precious thing.
A few grains of rice began to circulate among the people, and everyone touched this new food, which was extremely important to the tribe, with their own hands.
Finally, these grains of rice returned to Han Cheng's hands.
Holding some of the grains of rice in his hands, looking at the tribesmen who were grinning foolishly, and then looking at the rice growing in front of him, some sparse and some dense, Han Cheng also smiled like a fool.
At Han Cheng's signal, everyone touched the old rice that had not been touched before, looking for some rice grains that might have survived.
When doing this, everyone was very careful, for fear of stepping on these precious seedlings.
After some searching, Han Cheng and his team actually found about a hundred rice grains with shells.
After marking the area where rice grows prominently, Han Cheng and his group, in a very good mood, continued to walk forward in the mud, leaving a row of marks.
On the way back, they found several rice fields of varying sizes near the rice field and obtained some rice grains with husks.
But after we moved far away from here, we didn't meet again…
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