Chapter 22 Beast Milk
Jian Mo clearly felt that Wu Jiong no longer disliked fish after eating the fish baked in a clay pot.
According to his observation, Wu Jiong not only did not dislike fish, but also had a special preference for some fish with few bones and tender meat.
After observing this phenomenon, he did not say anything, but just increased the frequency of cooking fish.
It was not a pleasant thing to go out to catch fish in such a cold weather.
Jian Mo did not want to move, nor did he want Wu Jiong to move, so he and Wu Jiong fumbled to weave a few fish cages based on the fish cages on Earth.
The principle of the fish cage is relatively simple. Just leave a good entrance for the fish, and then set up many obstacles to make it difficult for the fish to get out.
After the fish cage was woven, Jian Mo placed it in the river next to the tribe and checked it every morning.
Today he was lucky, and after he took out the fish basket, he harvested half a basket of fish and shrimp.
Although they were all ordinary species, it was still a harvest.
Jian Mo brought the fish cage back to show Wu Jiong: "Do you want to eat mixed fish stew this morning?"
Wu Jiong took a look and said: "Meat cakes."
Jian Mo: "Then I'll bake these mixed fish and give them to the female tut-tut beast as a supplement."
Wu Jiong: "Not for Jiujiu?"
Jian Mo was worried when he talked about this: "It has eaten too much fish in the past few days, and its body is almost smelling of fish. Let's stop for two days and give the female tut-tut beast some supplement first. I'm going to try to squeeze out some milk later, and then give it something good to eat. It's a good opportunity to buy it over."
Jian Mo had set his sights on milk a long time ago, but before that, milk had always been the food of the little tut-tut beast, and no matter what he did, he couldn't compete with the little tut-tut beast for milk.
Now that the little tuk-tuk's fur has grown fully, it has become plump, and it can eat grass on its own, it can be weaned.
He wanted to try to see if he could squeeze out some milk.
Raising tuk-tuk is laborious, and if it weren't for the milk, he really wouldn't have the energy to continue raising it.
He had already made up his mind that if the milk he squeezed out was not tasty, he would exchange the tuk-tuk with other tribes to stop the loss in time.
It is much easier to handle the miscellaneous fish for the tuk-tuk. You just need to wash it slightly and then put it on the edge of the stone slab to dry.
Jian Mo estimated that after baking for a day, it would be completely crispy by the afternoon.
By then, the thorns will be brittle and won't get stuck in the throat of the tuo beast.
When preparing to cook, Jian Mo remembered and asked, "Will people from other tribes come today?"
Wu Jiong: "People from the Bingjiang tribe should come."
In winter, everyone is idle and has nothing to do. The cold cannot stop the active young orcs and sub-orcs. Many of them will choose to visit other tribes.
Their riverside tribe is located on a higher terrain and is far away from other tribes. It was not originally a popular tribe to visit.
However, they recently fired glazed pottery.
After the news spread, many people came to see it and brought them various things in exchange.
Whenever other tribes come, the open space of the Riverside Tribe becomes a small market. Anyone who wants to exchange can go to the open space to have a look.
Jian Mo has exchanged a lot of good things recently.
When Jian Mo heard that people from the Bingjiang Tribe would come, he said, "Then I will go after breakfast to see if there is anything to exchange. The cloth that the Dianxin Tribe brought last time was really good. I wonder how the Bingjiang Tribe is?"
Wu Jiong thought for a while and said, "It seems that no one in their tribe is good at weaving cloth, but maybe they have exchanged something from other tribes. We can go and have a look."
Jian Mo: "Okay, I'll go and have a look later."
After breakfast, Jian Mo planned to milk the tuk-tuk.
After entering the animal shed, he stood beside the female tuk-tuk and gestured for a long time, but still didn't know how to start.
Although he was a veterinarian, he had never personally milked a cow.
Now that he suddenly had to do it, he was really a little afraid that the tuk-tuk would bite or kick him.
The timid mother tuk-tuk was stared at by him and started to run to the corner, trembling.
Even the baby tuk-tuk on its back huddled together and trembled regularly.
People and animals looked at each other: ...
Jian Mo looked at them, paused for a moment, turned around and went out of the animal shed to find Wu Jiong: "Wu Jiong, can you milk? I can't."
Wu Jiong glanced at Jian Mo, who was a little melancholy, and turned to walk towards the animal shed: "You haven't milked before, you can try."
Jian Mo breathed a sigh of relief and followed him: "Great, I really don't know how to start."
The two walked into the animal shed, and Wu Jiong put the wooden barrel on the Tuo Tuo beast. "You catch it."
Jian Mo reached out and grabbed the horns of the mother tzu beast, and then looked at the little tzu beasts huddled together and shivering on its back: "I caught it, wait, how about I take the little tzu beasts down?"
Wu Jiong: "No, they will be more scared if I take them down."
Jian Mo: "...It's really possible."
Wu Jiong tried to squeeze milk for the mother tzu beast, and the mother tzu beast did not move obediently. The whole process was quite smooth.
The milky yellow milk was squeezed into the wooden barrel and soon covered the bottom of the barrel.
Jian Mo estimated that there were at least 2,000 milliliters.
This milk production is really good. After all, tzu beasts are not large animals.
Wu Jiong squeezed and squeezed, then stopped: "I've squeezed enough."
Jian Mo rubbed his hands: "I'll get some grass for the tuk-tuk beast, and bring it back to cook later."
For an unfamiliar source of milk, it must be completely disinfected before it can be consumed.
Jian Mo didn't care whether it would destroy the nutrients in the tuk-tuk milk. He poured the milk directly into a clean ceramic pot, put it on the fire and boiled it completely. He boiled it for a while before removing the milk.
After the milk boiled, a layer of milk skin appeared on it.
Jian Mo lowered his head and smelled it. It smelled quite mellow, a little fishy, but not strange.
It's ready to drink!
He took a spoon, scooped a small spoonful, blew it cool, and carefully put it into his mouth.
Wu Jiong stared at his expression: "How is it?"
"Well, not bad." Jian Mo took out another spoon and handed it to Wu Jiong, his eyes sparkling, "Do you want to try it?"
Wu Jiong looked at the tutuo beast milk and didn't seem to want to take the spoon.
Jian Mo put the spoon in front of him and shook it: "Try it. Try the original flavor first. If you still find it unpalatable, I'll add some jam to it
later." He finally took the spoon, scooped a small spoonful of beast milk, blew it and tasted it.
Jian Mo stared at him with sharp eyes, waiting for his evaluation.
He gave his evaluation: "It's not unpalatable."
Jian Mo: "I see. I'm not used to drinking it plain. Come on, add some jam and try it."
After adding jam, the tutuo beast milk became a sour and sweet drink, which tasted very good.
The two drank a bowl of tutuo beast milk each.
Jian Mo didn't waste the rest, and took the can over to share with the flying beast.
Milk is good stuff, and the winged beast should not refuse it.
Sure enough, when Jian Mo went to find the winged beast with the milk can, the winged beast smelled the smell and chirped loudly. Its round eyes looked into Jian Mo's arms, and its eagerness was very obvious.
Jian Mo poured the milk into its water bowl: "Try it and see if you like it?"
The winged beast rubbed Jian Mo with its big head, and then couldn't wait to lick the milk.
"Chirp!" The winged beast's eyes lit up and made a happy sound, "Chirp!"
Jian Mo patted it gently: "You like it, right?"
The winged beast didn't even raise its head: "Chirp!"
Jian Mo smiled: "Then drink it slowly, and I'll pour you some tomorrow."
After finishing the housework, Jian Mo went to the open space of the tribe, intending to see what he could exchange today.
The people from the Bingjiang tribe had already arrived, and the people from the Mengshui tribe were also there.
Jian Mo walked around and found a lot of good things.
Unfortunately, they only wanted to exchange for glazed pottery, and Jian Mo couldn't bear to part with them.
Just as Jian Mo was walking around and wanted to go home, someone called him from behind: "Doctor Jian Mo..."
He was only called doctor at hunting conventions, and it must be someone who knew him from hunting conventions.
This thought flashed through Jian Mo's mind, and he turned to look at the people who came: "Calling me?"
The people who came were a few beastmen who were traveling together. Seeing him turn around, the beastmen seemed a little excited. One of the curly-haired beastmen with rosy cheeks nodded: "Yes, Doctor Jian Mo, I heard that you particularly like spices, so we brought spices."
Jian Mo became interested: "What spices?"
The curly-haired beastman said: "Pepper core!"
Jian Mo didn't understand at first, and blinked in confusion. He quickly confirmed that this was a spice he was not familiar with: "Can I take a look?"
"Of course." The curly-haired beastman generously took out a bag of spices tightly wrapped in dry leaves from his backpack and handed it to him.
He took it, and before he could get close to smell it, he was stimulated by the strong and overbearing fragrance and wanted to sneeze. He pinched his nose for a long time before pinching it.
My God, the smell of this pepper core is so strange! Jian Mo's eyes widened, and his heartbeat accelerated.
The beastmen around him laughed: "This is what pepper core is like. It's very pungent. Not everyone can stand it, but you should like it."
Jian Mo slowed down and gently opened the leaves.
There were long strips of brown spices in the leaves. The spices were thin, only slightly thicker than a hair. If you smell it carefully, it tastes a bit like pepper, with a strong and pungent spiciness followed by a little sweetness.
This is indeed the smell he likes.
He raised his head, picked up a spice, and asked expectantly: "Can I try it?"
The curly-haired orc nodded: "Of course! But it's very spicy, you have to be careful."
Jian Mo was very obedient, scraped a small piece with his fingernails, and threw it into his mouth.
Instantly, the stimulating taste spread on the tip of the tongue, spicy, acrid, sweet, and the layers of taste were very rich. Although it was not the chili or pepper flavor he was familiar with, it was also very good.
This pepper core is simply the perfect source of spiciness!
Jian Mo's eyes showed surprise, and his heart was pounding.
He liked the taste of the pepper core and wanted to change it!
I hope the other party can ask for a reasonable price.
He looked at the pepper core, smiled, and conservatively praised: "It smells very good."
The curly-haired beastman said proudly: "Of course, I picked them one by one, and they are all the best stamens."
Jian Mo understood that this spice probably came from a certain flower.
Wu Jiong should know, he will ask later.
Jian Mo: "What do you want to exchange?"
The curly-haired beastman looked at him with a burning gaze: "Pottery, I want to exchange it for the smooth pottery here! For this bag of pepper cores, you just need to give me a piece of pottery."
This bag of pepper cores weighed at least half a pound, so it was exchangeable!
Jian Mo made a quick decision: "Is a pottery plate okay?"
The curly-haired beastman said: "I need to see what kind of pottery plate it is first."
Jian Mo asked them to wait here for a while, and quickly went home to get the pottery plate.
There was an empty pottery jar at home, but he wanted to keep it to store wine and was reluctant to exchange it with others.
If the pottery plate didn't work, he would think of another way.
Fortunately, the curly-haired beastman liked this black and brown glazed pottery plate very much,
and he was reluctant to let it go after getting it. Both of them liked what the other brought, and the exchange was successful. They were afraid that the other would go back on their word, so they hurriedly left the open space.
Jian Mo was immersed in the good mood of exchanging for the pepper core the whole day.
He asked Qing Kuang and the others, and found out that the pepper core is indeed the pistil of a flower.
This kind of flower also exists in their tribe, but it is more difficult to find, and the output of the pistil is also small, so people don't collect it very much.
Zhou Fu said frankly: "Before you came, everyone's barbecue tasted bad, and there was no difference whether there was spice or not."
Jian Mo: "That's not the case."
Zhou Fu: "Really, for a long time, our barbecue only tasted salty and burnt, and no spices were used."
Jian Mo smiled: "Now it won't only taste salty. Next spring, if the pepper flowers bloom, tell me so that I can collect more of this spice."
Zhou Fu readily agreed: "Don't worry, if you like it, we will help you pick it if we see it."
This handful of small pepper cores was not easy to come by.
Jian Mo decided to maximize its use.
He thought about it for a day and came up with several uses. The most suitable one was to make a sauce - a sauce like black pepper sauce!
In this era of scarce condiments, the taste of food with sauce is different.
It just so happens that the temperature is low now, and the sauce is easy to preserve.
In the evening, Jian Mo saw that the female tut-tut had milk again, so he tried to squeeze it again.
He often took care of the female tut-tut, and the female tut-tut was very familiar with him and cooperated quite well.
He successfully squeezed out more than half a can of milk and carried it back to the house with satisfaction.
When he returned, Wu Jiong just got home.
Seeing him carrying the beast milk in, Wu Jiong asked, "Do you need help?"
Jian Mo looked up and said, "Yes, let's try to separate the cream. I'll make something good."
Wu Jiong: "What?"
Jian Mo looked up and said expectantly, "Pepper sauce! I got peppers today. Let's see if I can make pepper sauce later!"
Black pepper sauce usually requires butter, but there is no butter here, and the cream from the beast milk should also be mixed in.
As far as Jian Mo knows, there are several ways to separate the cream.
The fastest way is to separate the fat from other ingredients by beating it.
If you are not in a hurry, you can let it settle slowly, and after a period of time, the cream will float to the top.
Jian Mo wanted the cream now, so he separated some of the cream by beating it.
Wait until the milk harvested in the evening and tomorrow settles.
Wu Jiong cooperated with his experiment very much and agreed to start.
Jian Mo came first, stirring the milk with a stick and demonstrating to Wu Jiong how to do it.
Stirring the milk was very tiring. After a while, Jian Mo felt his arms start to ache.
Wu Jiong understood it, so he took the stick from him and continued to stir.
Wu Jiong's arms were very strong, and his muscles
were obvious and beautiful. Jian Mo stared at his arms with envy in his eyes.
Wu Jiong's eyes flashed, and he stirred faster.
With the two people stirring in relay, the cream soon floated out.
Jian Mo carefully scooped the cream into the earthenware pot, and heated the pot to evaporate the water inside.
The cream turned light yellow and became butter, exuding a mellow aroma.
Jian Mo was afraid that it would burn if he continued to burn it, so he quickly took the pot aside, then took out the pre-crushed pepper powder and carefully poured it into the pot.
Wu Jiong watched from the side and asked, "It smells so good."
Jian Mo slowly operated: "It will smell even better after it is made into a sauce. You'll know when I make it. It tastes great with meat pies or fish fillets."
He has been craving black pepper sauce for a long time. There is no black pepper sauce here, and the pepper sauce should not taste much different.
After being here for so long, he can finally live a life with sauce.
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