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 rice tea a lot 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 nodded 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.

而这里却没有山，只有看上去很远很远的地方才有山峰存在，所以觉得在这里修建新的分部落，是不是不太合适。

这就是一种惯性的思维在作祟了，就跟后世的时候，他写了一个‘玉’字，而同事的小孩子却说他写错了，拿起橡皮把那一点擦掉，说这才是‘王’一样。

其实，在这一片土地上生活，能不靠近山峰的话，最好还是不要太过于靠近山峰。

因为上学的时候，地理老师讲的很是清楚，说这里受到印度洋板块，与亚欧板块的影响，属于板块活跃的地带。

而后世那几场零无数人为之落泪的大灾难，也证实了这件事情的正确性。

韩成选择将新的分部落修建在这里，除了之前的那些考虑之外，也有着一些这方面的考虑。

毕竟距离山峰比较远些，真的遇到这样的灾害了，也能避免来自于山体崩塌、滑坡、泥石流之类的伤害。

而且，现在的他们完全有能力修建围墙这些了，不用依靠山峰，就能自己给自己修建出来一个很是稳妥的、拥有很强防御能力的居住地。

听了韩成的解释之后，石头露出了恍然的神色，明白了神子的良苦用心。

这就是神子啊，看似不算太复杂的选址里面，都蕴含着这些的这样多的智慧。

不过这样的敬佩之情翻滚了一阵儿之后，石头忽然就升起了心中疑惑。

“神子，什么是印度洋板块和亚欧板块，它俩为啥要相互挤压……”

石头显得疑惑但又带着极高的期盼看着韩成出声问道。

他也隐约觉得，自己好像又找到了一个极为关键的问题。

韩成极为赞许的看了一眼石头，这家伙青雀部落十万个为什么的名头，可真的不是白给的。

自己刚才说这些的时候，连语气都没有刻意去加重，这家伙就抓到了最为关键的问题所在。

被石头这样一问，韩成就清了清嗓子，准备趁着这个机会，给石头以及部落里更多的人，再科普一些关于地球的知识。

由韩成这个神子担任讲师的青雀部落小课堂，就此开课了。

“……我们生活的地球上面，最多的不是土地，而是水，大地并不是完整的一块，它们被分开了，周围全都被水包围着，就像野鸭湖里面的荷花岛……”

于是，在韩成的诉说之下，板块漂移学说，不知道提前了多少年出来，开始进入到众人的耳中……

夜色渐深，天空之中繁星闪烁着，远远近近的有虫鸣高高低低的传来。

原本显得有些热闹的营地，随着夜色的变浓也变得安静下来。

躺在兽皮铺就的床铺之上，石头看着天上的繁星，感受着周围宁静，心里却一点都不安静甚至于有惊涛骇浪在翻涌。

通过神子的诉说之后，对于生活的这个地球，他又有了一层新的认识。

知道除了陆地之外，还有着许许多多的水。

那里的水是咸的，碧蓝的水里面有着巨大的鱼，一条鱼一个人很多顿都吃不完……

如果能够造出足够大的船，带上足够过的淡水和食物，就能划着这大片的水，来到其余的大块陆地之上。

有的陆地上面，有着很多自己部落生活的大片土地上面所没有的食物。

在一个完全冰天雪地的地方，生活有浑身都是白毛的大熊，在另外一个完全是冰天雪地的地方，生活着很多不会飞的大鸟，它们在陆地上行走的时候，看上去笨歪歪的。

还有一个地方，生活着一种名叫草泥马的神兽……

想着这些，在震惊之余，石头也忍不住的咽下一口口水。

神子所说的这些，听起来都非常好吃的样子，不管是那些可以种植的食物，还是那些奇奇怪怪，自己部落所没有的动物，都是非常美味的样子。

要是自己部落能够造出神子说的那种大船，带上足够多的水和食物，然后将这些生活在其它大块土地上的东西都给带回来，在自己部落周围进行种植和饲养，那该有多好？

就跟自己部落种植谷子，喂猪这些一样……

这样的事情不能想，只要一想那样的盛况，石头就激动的睡不着。

这样心情激**的想了一阵儿之后，石头干脆就不睡了。

他从睡觉的地方爬起来，从背包里掏出随身携带的纸笔这些，来到火堆旁借着火光开始记录今天从神子这里听到的种种东西。

在将这些都给记录下来之后，石头又将他的那个只要想想就令人无比激动的愿望也给写了下来，让自己记住，同时也想要让后来的人知道这个事情。

要是自己活着的时候做不成这样的事情了，他希望部落里的后人能够知道他的这个愿望，将之继承下去，并将之实现。

仔细想想，虽然等到后来的子孙们将这些事情给完成的时候，他已经死去了，看不到这些事情了，让人觉得有些遗憾。

但只要想起这些事情最终会在自己部落实现，石头还是非常的开心。

因为不管怎么说，这都是自己的部落！

当他将这些都给认认真真，工工整整的记录下来之后，才发现天已经快要亮了。

他小心的将这些记录了文字的纸张折叠起来，放到背包之内收藏起来。

躺在那里躺了一小会儿，发现自己还是睡不着，索性就不睡了。

起身之后，用水进行了洗漱，往一边走了走，盘腿坐了下来，面对着东方，等待着太阳缓缓升起。

没过太久，东方升起了鱼肚白，带着一些潮气的空气也变得更加清新，又等了一阵儿，开始有一点红润出现。

过程看似缓慢，但不过只是片刻的功夫，又大又圆又红的太阳，就出来了一半了。

韩成这时候也醒了，看到石头坐在那里看日出，就也走了过来，挨着石头坐下。

没有说话，只是静静的看着那那半轮红日慢慢的往上面升，周围很安静，景色很美丽。

少了白日里的纷忙与喧嚣，多了一种安宁与闲适。

“怎么起的这么早？”

韩成笑着问石头。

“昨天听了您说的事情，睡不着……”

石头笑着，将昨天晚上之后他做的事情说了出来，包括他的那个梦想也给说了出来。

对于神子，他是没有什么保留的。

听到了石头说他将这些都给记录了下来，特别是听说了石头的那个梦想之后，韩成欣慰之中又带着一些明悟。

觉得自己的心思没有白费的同时，也知道了自己部落的与众不同。

后世以西方为主导的地理大发现，主要的动力是寻金热，以及传教。

如今轮到自己部落了，黄金这些东西实在是有些太过于落后和俗套了，哪有单单是一个吃就足以横扫一切，成为部落众人不懈努力的动力之源来的帅气。

“你的这个想法很好啊！世界这么大，就是要出去看看，把好东西都给弄到咱们部落，能吃的就将之做成美味吃掉，不能直接吃的，就将之弄成中药再吃掉，这样下去，咱们部落一定会兴旺发达起来的。”

韩成感慨之后，对石头的想法进行肯定。

这样的想法弥足珍贵，需要好好的鼓励，浇水施肥。

“这个想法你不仅仅要将之记在纸上，回去之后，还要把它写在泥板上，用窑给烧成陶板存放起来。

光记载下来还不行，还要将这件事情一遍遍的告诉部落的人，大人小孩都要告诉，让他们都知道这件事情，并一代代的传下去。

当我们的部落发展的足够强大，拥有更好的造船技术，具备了远航的能力之后，知道这些的子孙们，就会有一些勇敢的人站出来，驾上大船，扬帆远航，渡过重洋，找到这些好东西，并将之给带回来……”

在对石头的想法进行了大力的肯定之后，韩成又开始跟石头出主意，告诉他该怎么做，才可能让这个极其伟大的愿望，未来能够在自己部落实现。

出海寻找其余大陆，然后将那些地方的好东西都给扒拉到自己部落，按照目前的情况来看，韩成他们这一代人，基本上算是不可能实现了。

不过却不妨碍他们将这个伟大的事情留给后世的子孙。

就跟后世一样，许许多多上学时老是走神疯玩，不好好学习的家长，将考上清华北大等之类的宏伟愿望，留给自己的儿女，让他们去实现是一个道理。

在教育子女的时候，还可以顺便提上一两句，你爹我当年上学的时候如何如何，如果不是家里穷……

同样道理，这个经验是能够将之套用到青雀部落这个伟大愿望上面的。

可以一遍遍的告诉部落里的人，以及后世的子孙们，海外有许许多多好吃的，把海外的好吃的带回到部落，可以让部落变得更加兴旺发达。

我们的部落为什么能够发展到如今的这个程度？能够远超周围的部落，成为令人艳羡的存在？

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...