After a busy period, it was time for the sun to set again.
The warm sunlight scattered down, illuminating the large, swamp-like area of water not far in front of the eyes, revealing patches of sparkling water of varying sizes.
In the makeshift camp that had been set up, smoke was rising slowly from the kitchen, and dogs were wagging their tails and wandering around the camp.
After crossing mountains and hills, nearly half of the deer and donkeys were killed, and they were grazing around the camp with their heads down.
Maybe they also realized that darkness was coming and that time was running out for food, so they ate very seriously and quickly, basically without even raising their heads.
It seems that procrastination is a common quality, and it is not just humans who have this excellent quality.
In the cooking area of the camp, Han Cheng was personally guarding a simple stove, adding firewood into it, looking very serious.
The rest of the people who were busy here also focused their attention on the pottery jar that was taken care of by Han Cheng himself.
The barbecue and broth that used to attract people's attention have been snatched away by this jar and have been neglected.
As the flames below continued to burn, the water in the jar began to boil, and white steam began to rise from the gap between the lid and the pottery jar.
What is cooked here is some rice that I got this afternoon.
Han Cheng kept half of the millet he had obtained this afternoon and put it away carefully. For the other half, he and the people from the tribe who were traveling with him peeled off the husks one by one with their fingernails, washed them with water, and happily put them into the pot.
He got a new food, and rice, which he hadn't seen in more than ten years. If he didn't quickly put some in the pot and eat it, he would be letting down his identity as a standard foodie from the Foodie Empire.
It sounds like a lot when they put half of the rice into the pot, but actually there are only eighty-three grains in this half of the rice.
To be honest, with the barbecue and boiling broth on the side, the fragrance of the rice tea cooked from such a small amount of rice is basically covered up.
But the people standing by, looking at the boiling clay pot with steam coming out, all felt that they smelled a very pleasant scent.
This is the effect of psychological suggestion.
After boiling it for a while, Han Cheng estimated that the rice was almost cooked, so he reached out, lifted the lid, and put a wooden spoon in to scoop up some to check.
After being boiled, the dry rice grains have more than doubled in size and appear to be slightly blooming.
Upon seeing this, Han Cheng poured the contents of the spoon back into the jar, closed the lid, pulled up two handfuls of grass and placed them on the "ears" that were specially reserved on the top of the jar, then took the entire jar off the simple stove and put it aside.
Someone put a new pot on the simple stove and continued to boil water, waiting for it to cool down before drinking it.
Han Cheng had already opened the lid again and was pouring rice tea into the ceramic bowl with a wooden spoon.
As for rice tea and thicker rice porridge, Han Cheng likes to eat the kind where the rice grains are not fully bloomed but are already cooked and slightly hard. He feels that such rice grains are chewy in the mouth and have better flavor.
Han Cheng drank a lot of rice tea in later generations. Eating steamed buns and fried vegetables with porridge, or eating steamed buns and fried vegetables with rice tea were the two most common food combinations in the morning and at noon for him in later generations.
As for dinner, in my childhood memories, I ate noodles and steamed buns for almost three hundred days a year.
The so-called rice tea in Han Cheng's hometown is to put a small amount of rice into the water at the bottom when heating the steamed buns.
After the steamed bun is heated, burn a few more firewood and the rice tea will be ready.
It's the kind with more water and less rice.
Rice tea tastes better than plain water, quenches thirst better than rice porridge, and saves rice.
However, the thinnest rice tea Han Cheng had ever drunk in later life was not as thin as the rice tea he made at this time.
This is real rice tea, and you can hardly see any rice.
Eighty-three grains of rice were served into more than thirty bowls. Except for a few bowls which had four or three grains of rice, the rest of the bowls had only two grains of rice. It was really sparse.
However, no one thought the water was too thin. Each of them held a bowl filled with half a bowl of water, brought it to their mouths, and sipped it carefully.
A little hot rice tea entered his mouth, and the familiar taste spread in his mouth, almost making Han Cheng, the worldly-wise son of God of the Qingque tribe, burst into tears.
After many years, I finally tasted a familiar flavor again. The feeling is really hard to describe in words.
After taking a sip of rice tea, Han Cheng took another sip and began to imagine what it would be like to get wheat and make steamed buns with it.
He felt that when he saw the soft steamed bun, he might burst into tears.
This is not something pretentious, but something deep-rooted and engraved in the bones.
The others didn't feel as strongly as Han Cheng, but they were also impressed by the taste of the rice.
This is partly a psychological suggestion. After all, long before they found rice, they had all heard the Son of God talk about the various flavors of rice. They knew that it was a very good food, and its taste was no less than millet. Even before they started tasting it, they already had many expectations for it.
On the other hand, everyone had not started eating the rest of the food yet, their taste buds were not numb yet, and they were a little thirsty and a little hungry. As long as the food didn't taste particularly bad, this situation was very normal.
The rice was indeed just as the Son of God had said, it tasted very good, no less delicious than the millet they usually ate.
Especially after you finish the rice tea in the bowl, put the two or three extremely precious grains of rice at the bottom of the bowl into your mouth, and chew them slowly, you will feel that the rice is very good.
With the taste of rice lingering in their mouths, some people couldn't help but look towards the north.
He and his companions followed the Son of God south and found the south, where they found two good things: sweet millet stalks that could be used to make sugar, and rice.
When the witches who stayed in the tribe heard the news, they would be extremely happy.
Many people couldn't help but feel hot in their hearts when thinking about this.
At the same time, there was also an urge to go back as soon as possible and tell everyone in the tribe the good news.
They had been away from the tribe for a long time and couldn't help missing it.
It would have been fine if we hadn't found the South before. Now these tasks have not only been completed, but also exceeded by so much that many people can't stand staying here anymore.
Not to mention them, even Han Cheng began to miss the tribe.
Snow White, the silly daughter-in-law, Little Pea riding on the panda Tuan Tuan, Little Xing'er learning to speak, Wu lying beside the rabbit pen with a smile on her face...
These people and things have appeared in his dreams more than once. Unconsciously, he has taken root here and it has become a place that haunts him.
But we can't go back now. We still need to build some things here.
"We will start building houses here tomorrow. After we have built some houses here, we will return to the tribe!"
Han Cheng put down the warm bowl in his hand, smiled and spoke to everyone in the tribe, with affirmation in his voice.
After hearing Han Cheng say this, everyone felt relieved and lightly vigorously.
It is a very good idea to build a third branch tribe here. There is enough depth and the surrounding area is wide enough. One side is adjacent to a swamp-like wetland. With a little rest, many paddy fields can be obtained.
"...When the time comes, plant rice there, and raise some fish, shrimp, and loaches in the rice fields. After the rice is harvested every year, catch the fish and shrimp in the rice fields..."
Han Cheng began to paint a rosy picture of a better life for everyone in the tribe.
This beautiful life scene with some water town characteristics made everyone's faces full of yearning, and even the homesickness was greatly reduced.
Painting a rosy picture is an essential skill for a successful leader. People in later generations can make PPTs, but Han Cheng does not have the conditions to do so. Fortunately, the people he leads are easier to fool, unlike people in later generations, who are more shrewd and difficult to deal with than each other.
There is no need to look at pictures here. Han Cheng can make people scream just by using words.
"But...Son of God, there are no mountains here."
Not everyone is so easy to fool, like Shi Tou.
After being excited with everyone else for a while, Shi Tou thought of some questions. After thinking about them for a while, he raised them.
Han Cheng didn't understand what the stone meant for a moment. He didn't know what building a new tribe here had to do with the mountain.
He thought about it for a while, but still didn't understand, so he asked the stone what it meant.
Shitou thought about it and expressed his meaning as accurately as possible.
After a while, Han Cheng finally understood Shi Tou's thoughts.
What he meant was that the place where the main tribe was built and the place where the Tongshan residential area was built were very close to the mountain, and the main tribe was even close to the hill.
But there are no mountains here, only peaks that seem very far away, so I think it is not appropriate to build a new branch tribe here.
This is the result of habitual thinking, just like in later generations, when he wrote the word "玉", but his colleague's child said he had written it wrong, and took an eraser to erase that dot, saying that this was the word "王".
In fact, if you live in this land and can avoid being too close to the mountains, it is best not to be too close to the mountains.
Because when I was in school, my geography teacher explained it very clearly, saying that this place is influenced by the Indian Plate and the Eurasian Plate, and is a zone with active plates.
The major disasters in later generations that caused countless people to shed tears also confirmed the correctness of this matter.
Han Cheng chose to build a new branch tribe here. In addition to the previous considerations, he also had some considerations in this regard.
After all, it is far away from the mountain, so if such a disaster really occurs, it can also avoid damage from landslides, mudslides, and debris flows.
Moreover, they are now fully capable of building walls. Without relying on mountains, they can build themselves a very stable and highly defensive residence.
After listening to Han Cheng's explanation, Shitou showed a look of enlightenment and understood the good intentions of the Son of God.
This is the Son of God. Even the seemingly not-too-complicated site selection contains so much wisdom.
However, after this feeling of admiration had lasted for a while, Shi Tou suddenly began to feel doubtful.
"Son of God, what are the Indian Plate and the Eurasian Plate? Why are they squeezing each other..."
Shi Tou looked puzzled but with great expectation, he looked at Han Cheng and asked.
He also vaguely felt that he seemed to have found another extremely critical problem.
Han Cheng looked at Shi Tou with great approval. This guy's reputation as the "Hundred Thousand Whys" of the Qingque tribe was not given for nothing.
When I said this just now, I didn't even emphasize my tone, but this guy grasped the most critical point.
When asked by Shitou, Han Cheng cleared his throat and prepared to take this opportunity to teach Shitou and more people in the tribe some more knowledge about the earth.
The small classroom of the Qingque tribe, with Han Cheng, the Son of God, as the lecturer, began.
"... On the earth we live in, the most abundant thing is not land, but water. The earth is not a complete piece. It is divided and surrounded by water, just like the Lotus Island in Wild Duck Lake..."
Therefore, under Han Cheng's explanation, the theory of plate drift came out many years earlier and began to enter the ears of the public...
As the night deepened, the sky was dotted with twinkling stars and the sounds of insects chirping could be heard from far and near.
The camp, which had seemed quite lively at first, became quiet as the night deepened.
Lying on the bed made of animal skins, Shitou looked at the stars in the sky and felt the tranquility around him. However, his heart was not at peace at all and there were even raging waves surging in his heart.
After listening to the Son of God’s narration, he gained a new understanding of the earth on which he lives.
I know that besides land, there is a lot of water.
The water there is salty, and there are huge fish in the blue water. One person can’t finish eating one fish in many meals...
If you can build a big enough boat and carry enough fresh water and food, you can paddle across this vast expanse of water to the rest of the large land.
Some lands have a lot of food that is not available on the large lands where their tribe lives.
In a place covered with ice and snow, there lived a giant bear covered with white fur. In another place covered with ice and snow, there lived many giant birds that could not fly. They looked clumsy when they walked on land.
There is another place where there lives a mythical beast called the Grass Mud Horse...
Thinking of this, Shi Tou couldn't help swallowing his saliva in shock.
Everything the Son of God said sounded very delicious, whether it was the food that could be grown or the strange animals that his tribe didn't have, they all seemed very delicious.
How great would it be if our tribe could build a big ship like the Son of God mentioned, carry enough water and food, and then bring back all the creatures living on other large pieces of land, and plant and raise them around our tribe?
Just like growing millet and feeding pigs in my own tribe...
You can't think about such things. As soon as you think about such a grand occasion, Shi Tou becomes so excited that he can't sleep.
After thinking excitedly like this for a while, Shitou simply refused to sleep.
He got up from his sleeping place, took out the paper and pen he carried with him from his backpack, went to the fire, and began to record what he had heard from the Son of God today by the light of the fire.
After writing all of this down, Shitou also wrote down his wish, which made him extremely excited just thinking about it, so that he could remember it and also wanted people in the future to know about it.
If he could not accomplish such a thing while he was alive, he hoped that the descendants in the tribe would know his wish, inherit it, and realize it.
If you think about it carefully, even though he would have died by the time his descendants completed these things, and would not be able to see them, it makes people feel a little regretful.
But as long as he thinks that these things will eventually be realized in his own tribe, Shitou is still very happy.
Because no matter what, this is our tribe!
After he had written all of this down carefully and neatly, he realized that it was almost dawn.
He carefully folded the papers with the recorded text and put them into his backpack.
I lay there for a while, but found that I still couldn't fall asleep, so I just gave up.
After getting up, he washed himself with water, walked to one side, sat down cross-legged, facing the east, waiting for the sun to rise slowly.
Not long after, the sky began to turn pale in the east, and the air, which was somewhat humid, became fresher. After waiting for a while, a little redness began to appear.
The process seemed slow, but in just a moment, the big, round, red sun was half out.
Han Cheng also woke up at this time. Seeing Shitou sitting there watching the sunrise, he walked over and sat down next to Shitou.
Without saying anything, I just quietly watched the half red sun rising slowly upwards. The surroundings were very quiet and the scenery was very beautiful.
There is less hustle and bustle and more peace and leisure.
"Why are you up so early?"
Han Cheng asked Shi Tou with a smile.
"I couldn't sleep after hearing what you said yesterday..."
Shitou smiled and told everyone what he had done since last night, including his dream.
He had no reservations about the Son of God.
After hearing Shitou say that he had recorded all of this, especially after hearing about Shitou's dream, Han Cheng felt gratified and enlightened.
While feeling that my efforts were not in vain, I also realized the uniqueness of my tribe.
The major driving forces behind the great geographical discoveries in later generations, which were dominated by the West, were the search for gold and missionary work.
Now it was their own tribe's turn. Things like gold were really too backward and clichéd. It was not as cool as just eating one thing being enough to sweep away everything and becoming the source of motivation for the unremitting efforts of everyone in the tribe.
"Your idea is great! The world is so big, we should go out and see it, bring all the good things to our tribe, and make the edible ones into delicacies, and the ones that can't be eaten directly into Chinese medicine. If we keep doing this, our tribe will surely prosper."
After expressing his emotion, Han Cheng affirmed Shi Tou's idea.
Such ideas are precious and need to be encouraged, watered and fertilized.
“You should not only write this idea down on paper, but also write it on a clay tablet after you return, and then use a kiln to burn it into a pottery tablet and store it.
It is not enough to just record it down. The matter must be told to the people in the tribe over and over again, both adults and children, so that they all know about it and pass it down from generation to generation.
When our tribe grows strong enough, has better shipbuilding technology, and has the ability to sail, our descendants who know this will have some brave people step forward, board a big ship, set sail, cross the ocean, find these good things, and bring them back..."
After strongly affirming Shi Tou's idea, Han Cheng began to give Shi Tou advice and told him what to do so that this extremely great wish could be realized in his own tribe in the future.
Going out to sea to find other continents, and then bringing all the good things from those places to their own tribe, according to the current situation, it is basically impossible for Han Cheng and his generation to achieve this.
However, this did not prevent them from leaving this great thing to future generations.
Just like in later generations, many parents who were always distracted and playing around at school and did not study hard left their children the grand wishes of getting their children into Tsinghua University or Peking University, so that they could realize them.
When educating your children, you can also mention a few things about how your father was when he was in school. If our family wasn't poor...
By the same token, this experience can be applied to the great aspirations of the Qingque tribe.
We can tell the people in the tribe and our descendants again and again that there are many delicious foods overseas. Bringing delicious foods from overseas back to the tribe can make the tribe more prosperous.
Why has our tribe been able to develop to this point today? Why has it been able to surpass the surrounding tribes and become an enviable existence?
This is because at the very beginning, the Son of God led everyone in the tribe to look for these edible foods.
Now, all the delicious food on this land has been found. If the tribe wants to continue to prosper, it needs to look for new food on other lands...
If you think about it carefully, it is a good idea to instill such ideas to future generations from generation to generation and let them embark on a path of growing stronger by relying on food.
When Han Cheng said this, Shi Tou's eyes immediately lit up.
The Son of God is really thoughtful!
The biggest characteristic of people of this era is that they do what they say and act without delay.
Shitou, who was awakened by Han Cheng, immediately told the rest of the tribe about his dream...
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