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.
二师兄甚至于觉得自己的嘴巴都有些发干，呼吸也有些急促。
跟在韩成不远处的石头，也已经将目光盯在了不远处的那一片植物之上，一颗心砰砰砰的跳动个不停，如同擂鼓一样。
“神…神子，这…这是不是水…水稻？”
石头伸手擦拭了一下因为过于激动而不由自主的流淌出来的一些清水鼻涕，说话都有些结巴了。
“我……我也不……不太确定啊！”
同样说话有些结巴的韩成，这样回答道。
也幸好刚才这样说话的韩成，倘若是别人，说不得部落里的许多人都要忍不住的出声吐槽了。
啥玩意？你也不知道是不是，你整的这样激动做什么？
韩成是真没有在这里瞎扯，他这会儿确实不能确定眼前的这些到底是不是水稻。
水稻这种东西最好辨认的时候，就是长出谷穗之后，有开着花，或者是沉甸甸的谷穗在，很容易就能够将之和其余的类似的野草给分辨出来。
当然，如果是后世整整齐齐被插在水田里的秧苗，就算是刚刚插下去，也一样能够让人将之和其余的东西，轻易的分辨出来，毕竟人们不可能专门往水田里栽种其余杂草。
类似秧苗的杂草不少，比如‘谷稗不分’之中的稗子草，在幼苗的时候就跟稻谷长得非常像，容易让人将之混淆。
韩成后世生活的家乡，主要的作物是麦子、玉米、花生、大豆这些，基本都是旱地，只有拦起来的小型土坝的下面，才能少量的一些水田。
小的时候，每年还都会在各自家分的的一点水田里面栽种一些水稻，收获之后，自家食用。
等到再大上一些，这些水田基本上都荒芜了，没有人再去种植水稻，甚至于连大豆都不怎么种了。
所以真的说起来，他对水稻这些，远没有对小麦等这些作物熟悉。
这时候傻傻的分不清眼前出现的这些到底是心心念念的水稻，还是一些类似水稻的杂草也很正常。
“过去看看。”
韩成这样说着，开始和其余人一起朝着这片疑似水稻的植物走去。
在这片植物前面停下脚步，韩成开始低头仔细观看这些植物。
看起来觉得跟记忆中的水稻非常的像，但同时又觉得像是见过的一些类似水稻的杂草，令人非常的难受，心情也跟过山车一样，忽上忽下，纠结不已。
这样纠结了一阵儿之后，韩成看到那些或者是倒伏在水里的、干枯的草茎，或者是立在那里没有倒伏的干草茎，眼前不由的一亮。
因为一些干枯的草茎上面，有的还留存着一些结穗之后的梗。
不过基本上都没有果实存在了。
从去年秋天到现在，已经差不多过去了大半年的时间，风吹日晒雨淋之下，许多成熟的果实都已经掉落到了水里。
这些新长出的、类似水稻的东西就是见证。
至于那些比较恋旧、停留在母亲的怀抱里不愿意离开果实，基本上都进入了鸟雀的腹中。
从这些泥地，以及草叶上面存在的鸟雀的粪便上来看，就知道这些鸟类没少来这里打秋风。
但鸟类的打秋风还是比不过人类的。
就比如现在。
“看看这上面还没有没有籽！”
韩成对着身边的人说道，而他自己，则已经伸出双手开始在眼前的一株干草穗上摸索了起来，其他人得到命令之后，也都学着他的样子对着干枯掉的草茎动起了手。
在这个过程里，众人都非常的注意，尽量不去踩这些意思水稻的植物，就跟他们以前在部落的田地里面给作物除草时一样的小心。
“神子！这里有一些！”
过了一会儿之后，一个人兴奋的喊叫起来，并将满是老茧的手掌摊开。
他的手掌里面，有着几个小小的果实存在。
“拿过来我看看！”
听到这样的声音之后，韩成的心猛地跳了跳，猛然抬头朝着那人的手掌看去，这一眼看过去之后，整个人的心，忍不住再一次猛烈的跳动起来，咚咚咚的如同在擂鼓一样，整个人都激动的有些不能自已了。
其余听到那个人话的人，也都在同一时刻，猛然抬头，众多惊喜、期待、灼热的目光一起朝着这人聚焦而去。
而那个人，也因为自己找到了对于部落来说可能极其重要的东西，而激动的面色涨红，身子都在有些不由主的颤抖。
他迫不及待的朝着韩成所在的地方而去，走了一步又猛然醒悟过来，赶紧把摊开的手掌合上，拳头攥的紧紧的，生怕一个不小心，手里的这几颗果实就会不翼而飞一般。
韩成在说出那句话之后，整也在朝着这个人过去，片刻之后，两人相遇。
“神、神子……”
这人激动的说着，并把紧紧攥在一起的手掌缓缓摊开，同时将另外一只手放在下面接着，做好防护准备。
作为神子的韩成状态也不比这人好到哪里去，整个人激动的手都不知道要往哪里放的感觉。
不是他在没有见过世面，而是因为在后世吃不完可以随意倒掉的大米饭，再这个时代，对于他，以及他们的部落而言有着极其重要的意义！
一种新粮食，而是还是被数千年甚至时更长时间的历史证明了的粮食，对于一个部落，或者说是整个时代都非常的重要。
他抬起手，又使劲的甩了甩，让自己的手稍微平静一些，然后小心翼翼的从部落这人同样有些发抖的手掌之中，捏起了一颗小小的果实，放在眼前细细的打量。
果实不大，两头有些尖尖的，因为长期遭受风吹日晒的缘故则，颜色显得有些发黑。
虽然如此，韩成却看的极为痴迷，如同看到了最好的风景，最珍贵的宝物一样，脸上带着傻子一样的笑。
这样看着傻笑了一阵儿之后，他用手指将之捏住，然后用指甲掐着，开始小心翼翼的剥开外面的这层硬壳。
虽然已经在心里给自己说过无数次，自己作为一个从后世而来的、见过大世面的人，而且还是青雀部落的神子，如今不过是面对一粒小小的稻米而已，有什么值得激动？
一定要淡定，要保持在众人心中高大威猛的形象，不能表现的如同一个没有见过世面的土包子一样。
但在开始剥的时候，双手还是忍不住的微微颤抖。
这样过了一小会，这两头尖尖的果实中的一头，被韩成给剥开了，露出有些白，同时又带着一些朦朦胧胧透明感觉的颜色。
虽然早在看到部落这人手里托着的这几颗果实的样子的时候，韩成基本上就已经确定了这就是水稻，但此刻将这些壳子剥开，看到了这熟悉之中又带着一点陌生的颜色之后，心里才彻底的松了一口气，一种强烈的欣喜也随之涌上心头。
喜的如同被屁呲到了一样的韩大神子，手上继续动作，没过太久，这颗果实外面的壳子就尽数被剥掉了。
一颗小小的果子，落在到了他的手心之中。
这是一颗小小的米粒，呈现不规则的圆柱形，颜色泛白，有种微微透亮的感觉，没有后世买的精米卖相好，而且也没有后世常见的米粒大，大约只有其一半大小，但韩成还是喜得合不拢嘴。
因为，这是一粒米！
在韩成从这人手里拿起一粒谷子之后，跟随而来的人，就都围拢了过来，一个个伸着头，瞪着眼睛，目光灼灼的看着他们神子的动作，在韩成开始剥稻谷的时候，他们的心也全都跟着提到了嗓子眼。
此时，看到了神子手中那个异常好看的果实，看到了神子脸上那吃了喜鹊屎一般的灿烂笑容，众人全都跟着傻傻的笑了起来。
特别是想起神子之前说的稻米的种种好处之后，众人脸上的笑容变得更加浓郁起来。
“你们剥。”
韩成将那个找到稻谷的人手中的几粒稻谷拿起，将其中的一粒重新给这个人，另外的几粒给了站的比较靠近的二师兄、沙师弟几个，让他们一起动手剥，让他们一起来分享这种喜悦。
分到谷粒的几个人，全都神色激动的学着韩成样子，用指甲去剥去谷粒外面的谷壳，不一会儿的功夫，相似的几颗米粒就出现在了他们各自手中。
众人用小心翼翼的将之托在掌心，放在眼前仔细的观看，只觉得无比的好看。
在观看的时候，众人大气都不敢出，担心会把这个极其珍贵的东西弄掉。
几粒米开始在众人手中流转，每个人都亲手触摸了这种新的、对部落而言有着极其重要意义的粮食。
最后，这几粒米又重新回到了韩成的手中。
将这几粒米有些的拿在手中，看看一脸傻笑的部落众人，再看看眼前生长着的、有的稀疏、有的稠密的水稻，韩成笑的同样像是一个傻子。
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…