Chapter 117 Fungus Powder
Jian Mo spent a day piercing people's ears in the Sharp Teeth Tribe, and he was almost numb from all the piercing.
He couldn't stand it anymore, so he said to Wu Jiong, "No, I'm going to go with you guys to collect tomorrow. I finally got out, and I want to see if there are any special plants in other tribes."
Wu Jiong: "Okay, let's tell everyone together."
They had been here for a day and a night, and almost everyone who wanted to get their ears pierced had done so.
Hearing that Jian Mo wanted to go out to collect, the people of the Sharp Teeth Tribe agreed immediately, saying that they would take him to the place with the richest plants in the tribe's territory.
Jian Mo was very much looking forward to finding something in the Sharp Teeth Tribe, and he got up early in the morning.
When he and Wu Jiong went out, most people were also energetic and ready.
It was a rare opportunity to see the situation in other tribes, and everyone was very interested.
The Sharp Teeth Tribe hoped to exchange for something useful, and was not reluctant to show off the tribe's strength.
They chose the most powerful orcs and sub-orcs to lead the team, and led the large group to the designated wilderness.
Jian Mo and Wu Jiong were together, with Jiu Jiu and Ying Ao circling above their heads.
Jiu Jiu didn't see Jian Mo yesterday, and missed him a little, so he would "jiujiu" down after flying
for a while to get close to Jian Mo. Except for the Riverside Tribe, people from other tribes had never seen such a well-behaved winged beast, and they were very surprised for a while.
Someone tried to touch Jiu Jiu.
Jiu Jiu was not afraid of strangers at all, and would lean his head forward to anyone who touched him. He looked very friendly, and everyone was very surprised.
The people from the Sharp Teeth Tribe led the way in front, while introducing the animals and plants on both sides.
This place is not particularly far from the Riverside Tribe, and the plants are actually similar, and there are not many special plants.
As he walked, Jian Mo noticed a few mushrooms growing under the fallen leaves.
He squatted down and pulled away the fallen leaves, only to see that this kind of mushroom was tender yellow all over, with a thin layer of white powder on the umbrella cover, which looked like powdered sugar.
To be precise, the whole mushroom looked like egg pudding sprinkled with powdered sugar, which was extremely tempting.
Jian Mo couldn't help but call out to the people from the Sharp Teeth Tribe who were leading the team in front: "Can this kind of mushroom be eaten?"
The people from the Sharp Teeth Tribe came over to take a look and nodded affirmatively: "It can be eaten, but it tastes good and tastes bad."
Jian Mo wondered if he couldn't understand the orc language: "What do you mean by delicious and tastes bad?"
The others looked over and were also confused.
The people of the Sharp Teeth Tribe were stared at by everyone and said in embarrassment: "I can't really explain it, but it just smells very strange. If you are curious, pick some and you will know after tasting them."
Jian Mo was indeed curious: "Then I will pick some."
The people of the Sharp Teeth Tribe: "Let us help you pick them."
As he spoke, he shouted: "Everyone, help pick some yellow umbrella mushrooms, Doctor Jian Mo wants--"
Before he finished speaking, there were responses from all directions: "Hoo--"
Perhaps because this kind of mushroom smells strange, few people are picking it nearby, so they found a lot of fresh yellow umbrella mushrooms in a short while.
Everyone took it and put it in Jian Mo's basket, and soon the basket was full.
Jian Mo quickly expressed his gratitude and asked everyone not to pick it for the time being.
Jiujiu heard the commotion and came over to join in the fun. He first put his nose close to the basket and took a deep sniff, then he ran away with a clatter and went to get close to Ying Ao.
Seeing it like this, Jian Mo couldn't help but wonder if this pink and yellow umbrella mushroom was really unpalatable.
Food that even Jiujiu didn't like couldn't taste very good.
However, since he had already picked it, Jian Mo had to taste what the mushroom tasted like.
After returning to the tribe, he found their metal pot and decided to fry it.
Generally speaking, mushrooms and meat are never too bad.
He specially cut some delicious beast meat and planned to show off his cooking skills.
Ban Ming and his friends came over to join in the fun. When Jian Mo just put the mushrooms in the pot, someone said, "I seem to smell a strange smell."
"I smell it too. It doesn't look good."
"No way? With Jian Mo's cooking skills, it shouldn't be that bad."
Jian Mo was frying mushrooms and meat with a stern face: "It's not done yet, don't say sad words."
Everyone thought it made sense.
However, as the meat and mushrooms in the pot heated up, the smell became worse.
Jian Mo was frying and frying, and he lost confidence.
In order to get rid of the bad smell, Jian Mo specially fried it for a while, but it was of no use.
Seeing that the mushrooms were almost fried dry, Jian Mo had to serve the dish.
Jian Mo held the plate, looked around and asked, "Does anyone want to try it?"
Everyone shook their heads, only Wu Jiong took out two pairs of chopsticks without changing his expression and said, "I'll try it first."
After Wu Jiong tasted it, Jian Mo knew from his expression that it probably wouldn't taste good, so he took a bite as well.
The mushrooms were indeed fresh and smooth, but they also had a strange smell that made people want to vomit. It was indeed delicious and unpalatable.
Jian Mo frowned: "This powdered yellow umbrella mushroom tastes so strange, is it because we are not used to it?"
The people of the Sharp Teeth Tribe: "We have eaten this kind of mushroom for at least a thousand years, and I haven't seen anyone get used to it."
Jian Mo: "Is it because the powder on the mushroom umbrella cover was not washed clean? Maybe it will be better if it is washed clean?"
The people of the Sharp Teeth Tribe disagreed: "It tastes even worse if it is washed clean, and even the delicious taste is gone."
Yun Yi chewed the mushroom slowly, He said thoughtfully: "I remember that some tribes would use this kind of mushroom to stew a certain kind of bird meat. When the stew is halfway through, they will pick out the mushroom and throw it away. The remaining bird meat will have no taste after it is cooked."
The people of the Sharp Tooth Tribe replied: "Our tribe also has this tradition, but we didn't catch that kind of bird today."
Shandun, who had six ear holes, immediately said: "I know where there is that kind of bird, let's catch it right away."
Jian Mo hurriedly called him: "It's getting late."
Shandun grinned: "It's okay, we often go out at night. Besides, I know where it is, so it's not a big deal to go and get it."
Before Jian Mo could make further polite remarks, the curious people around him responded one after another, expressing their desire to see this magical bird.
Several tribes formed a team and went out to hunt birds.
Before Jian Mo and his friends had to wait any longer, they came back.
Someone with quick hands and feet quickly killed the bird and plucked its feathers, and handed a basin of clean bird meat to Jian Mo: "Doctor Jian Mo, this is for you."
Jian Mo had no choice but to have someone light a fire and prepare to fry the bird meat.
Everyone continued to watch, and the stove fire could also be used as a bonfire, so they chatted and digested their food.
They were all stir-fried with pink-yellow umbrella mushrooms, and everyone soon discovered that the taste was different when this kind of mushroom was stir-fried with bird meat.
The previous strange smell was completely gone, leaving only the delicious taste of the bird meat.
Jian Mo first stir-fried and then stewed it. When the soup was almost dried up, he took out the mushrooms under the instruction of the people from the Sharp Tooth Tribe, and then cooked it over high heat to dry out the soup.
Soon, the bird meat was stewed, and Wu Jiong was the first to taste it.
Jian Mo observed his expression, and just when he was about to ask how the pot of bird meat tasted, Wu Jiong picked up a piece of tender leg meat and passed it to Jian Mo's mouth.
Jian Mo bit it tacitly, and in an instant, the delicious and rich taste spread in his mouth.
It was surprisingly delicious.
Jian Mo felt very surprised.
Everyone looked at their expressions and expressed their desire to taste it.
Jian Mo passed the chopsticks around: "Does this bird taste good?"
The people from the Sharp-toothed Tribe who were eating the bird meat nearby said vaguely: "No, we just caught several birds and left them on the side without cooking. If you cook them again, you will know after tasting them."
Jian Mo found it hard to believe that the bird meat was really delicious because of the application of the pink and yellow umbrella mushroom, so he said: "Then I will try it."
Someone quickly brought the freshly processed bird meat over.
Jian Mo scooped up the bird meat from the pot and asked everyone to take it aside to eat, then washed the pot and fried another pot of bird meat.
Jian Mo already felt that something was wrong with the newly fried bird meat while it was being fried.
The bird meat in the pot looked a bit woody and tasted a bit fishy.
Jian Mo gritted his teeth and followed the previous steps, insisting on cooking the bird meat.
When he tasted it after it came out of the pot, Jian Mo felt something was wrong, even without anyone telling him.
The bird meat was tough and dry, completely different from the previous pot.
Jian Mo was suspicious: "Is it the same kind of bird? Could we have made a mistake?"
People around him said: "It's the same kind of bird, the bird feathers are still here."
Jian Mo found it a little hard to understand that the same kind of bird meat, just with different side dishes, tasted so different after it was cooked.
Could it be that something in the powdered yellow umbrella mushroom reacted with this kind of bird meat?
Jian Mo stared at the meat in the pot and suddenly said, "Do you have any more powdered yellow umbrella mushrooms?"
Shan Dun: "Yes, we picked so many."
Jian Mo: "Bring me some more."
The bird meat in the pot was already cooked, but it didn't stop Jian Mo from adding mushrooms and returning to the pot.
He was curious whether it would taste better if he added mushrooms now.
Before pouring the washed powdered yellow umbrella mushrooms into the pot, Jian Mo suddenly thought that the mushrooms would taste worse if the powder was scraped off.
He suddenly had an idea and quickly stopped the person pouring the mushrooms into the pot: "Wait, let's not put mushrooms in this time, just put the powder on top in and try it."
He asked, and everyone had no objections. They took out daggers, scraped off the layer of white powder on the mushroom umbrella, and poured it into the pot.
After adding the layer of powder on the mushrooms, something magical happened. As
the bird meat was stewed, it became soft and fragrant.
After the sauce was reduced over high heat, Jian Mo took another piece to taste. It did not taste fishy or hard at all.
Jian Mo sighed, "I didn't expect that the real effect was the layer of powder on top."
Wu Jiong: "It's the mushrooms that taste bad."
Jian Mo: "I guess so. It can be said to be a mutual promotion and restraint."
The people of the Lizhi tribe have eaten mushrooms for so many years, but they never thought that mushroom powder would have this effect.
Jian Mo also used this powder to stir-fry other meats, and the taste was not bad.
It seems that this powder can make meat fresh, delicious and tender.
This is quite useful for them who often eat coarse-fiber meat.
"What a pity, so many years have been wasted."
"There was a period of time when there were a lot of powdered yellow umbrella mushrooms outside. At that time, we were afraid that it would hinder the growth of other mushrooms, so we would step on them to death whenever we saw them. We didn't expect that this mushroom could be used to make tender meat powder."
"I said that every year, the caravans that come here can bring something else, and we should collect the powdered yellow umbrella mushrooms in the future."
Everyone said that when they see this kind of powdered yellow umbrella mushroom in the future, they will scrape the powder off its umbrella.
Jian Mo smiled and said, "If you scrape this powder, can you bring some to me when you go to the Riverside Tribe? I will exchange it with you for other things then."
Yun Hao: "We also want it from the Mengshui Tribe."
People from the Hongluo Tribe and the Zhengchi Tribe also said that they could take this powder to their tribes to exchange for things.
The people of the Sharp Teeth Tribe readily agreed. It was a good thing for them to have a new specialty in the tribe.
It was getting late, and everyone helped Jian Mo and his friends clean up the pots and ingredients.
Jian Mo saw that everyone was helping to scrape off the powder on the powdered yellow umbrella mushroom, but they were about to throw the mushroom away, so he quickly said, "Don't throw it away yet, put it on the open ground to dry, and I'll take it away tomorrow."
The people around him were puzzled: "Isn't this mushroom useless? It's so unpalatable, why did you take it back?"
Jian Mo said, "I'll see if I can take it back and plant it. If we can grow it there, we can use fresh mushroom powder on a regular basis."
Everyone looked at the mushrooms and didn't quite understand.
Jian Mo thought it was feasible. The climate of their tribe was similar to that of the Sharp Teeth Tribe, and they were not far away. If the powdered yellow umbrella mushroom could grow here, then their tribe should be able to do so as well.
As long as the mushrooms are brought back, there will most likely be spores that survive.
Jian Mo is popular, and many people are willing to listen to him.
When he said he wanted them, everyone went to help dry them.
Anyway, they will be almost dry after hanging overnight, so it is not a big deal.
Jian Mo and Wu Jiong went back to their temporary residence to sleep, and got up early the next morning to get ready to set off.
They had already stayed in the Lizhi tribe for three nights and two days, and they had to get up and set off again.
In the past few days, everyone exchanged a lot of useful information with each other, exchanged a lot of goods, and looked forward to the next journey.
The same is true for Jian Mo. This time the trip will pass by the Yuqi tribe, and he really wants to see the tribe of the giant caracals and visit the fat chicks by the way.
Wu Jiong said that there was something going on between the two tribes, and this time they just wanted to verify it.
When Jian Mo went out to wash up, most people had gotten up and were packing up to go out.
Jiujiu also got up.
This guy played with the cubs of the Sharp Tooth Tribe and seemed to be having a lot of fun.
Jian Mo called it: "Jiujiu!"
Jiujiu lazily waved its wings as a greeting: "Jiujiu."
Jian Mo took the dried meat: "Come and have breakfast, where is Yingao?"
Jiujiu walked over slowly, took the dried meat slowly and chewed it, with a quiet expression, as if it didn't understand Jian Mo's words at all, let alone answer.
This guy seemed to be deaf -
Jian Mo guessed something and shouted to Ban Ming who was not far away: "Ban Ming, did you feed Jiujiu anything this morning?"
Ban Ming straightened up: "Ah? I was fishing outside this morning, and I saw Jiujiu seemed to want to eat, so I fed it a little. What's wrong? Can't I feed it?"
Jian Mo took a deep breath: "Of course I can. Has anyone else fed it?"
As Jian Mo shouted, the people around him looked at each other, as if they understood something.
Jiangtou, an old beastman from the Riverside Tribe, said, "It was squatting aside when I was eating stems in the morning, so I gave it some."
Yazheng from the Mengshui Tribe said, "When I was eating barbecue, it came over and rubbed me with its wings, so I fed it a roasted beast leg."
Yandun, the old patriarch of the Zhengchi Tribe, blinked his eyes and said, "We had just drunk meat porridge, and it pawed at us with its claws, so we fed it a bowl."
Jinghuo from the Hongluo Tribe hesitated, "When we were eating, it was acting coquettishly, and we couldn't resist..."
Jian Mo looked at Jiujiu.
Jiujiu tilted his head innocently: "Jiu?"
Wu Jiong came over, rubbed Fat Jiu's belly, and said calmly: "I saw Yingao feed it this morning. Now its belly is swollen."
Jiujiu, who had been cheating all morning, pretended not to hear: "Jiu."
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