I am a Primitive Man

Putting the golden millet into the black pottery bowl, it looked even more attractive. The witch who was stroking the millet into the pottery bowl held the bowl in front of his eyes for a closer look, and felt that this thing was much more beautiful than before.

Looking forward to the deliciousness that Shenzi said.

Han Cheng pounded two pits of millet in a row, sweating already.

He thought for a while, and called the lame who was weaving the circular wooden raft in the courtyard. After a demonstration, the work of pounding rice fell into the hands of the lame.

For Shenzi's instructions, Limp has always followed Shenzi's instructions. He waved his two increasingly powerful arms, holding the wood, imitating Shenzi's appearance, and pounded vigorously into the stone pit.

Under severe punishment, those millet husks are not allowed to dedicate their privately hidden millet.

With the addition of lame and acting as the main force, Han Cheng suddenly became lighter.

He only needs to clean up the millet that has been pounded. This is a relatively meticulous and labor-saving job, but it makes him dizzy after blowing repeatedly for a long time.

Boom, boom, boom...

The cave of the Qingque Tribe rang again and again, which seemed a little dull, but very rhythmic.

Some sleeping babies were disturbed, their eyes were squinting, their feet were kicking, their hands were tightly clenched into small fists, and they were held up on both sides of their tilted heads, with toothless mouths open. Mouth, crying and screaming, venting his anger for getting up.

The primitive woman guarding not far away went over, picked her up, put some blackened nipples into her mouth, and the crying little guy calmed down in an instant, greedily eating the nectar-like juice.

After he was full, he stared at his dark eyes and refused to fall asleep. He didn't know what the little man saw or thought of, so he grinned silently with his toothless mouth.

It is not wrong for people to describe the sky in June with a child's face, and it really changes as it says.

In the cave where the light gradually became dim, Wu had already smoothed out a whole bunch of millet, and now he was squatting there, cleaning out the pounded millet with Han Cheng.

Holding the stick of wood with a limp, he still pounded the rice tirelessly.

He pounded rice very fast, at least compared with Han Cheng, four Han Cheng could almost cover a lame.

There are not many grains in the earthen basin,

He was ready to pound it all in one go.

Putting a small handful of millet into a large pottery bowl does not show much change, but after adding a small handful of millet to each other, both large pottery bowls are filled.

There was a fire rising from the cave, which dispelled the gradually thickening darkness. The twilight outside had just risen, and the inside of the cave had already become dark.

This made Han Cheng even more anxious to move into the new house earlier.

It was Huo Er who started the fire. After raising the fire, he picked up the mutated hand drill and the wooden stick with several pits, rubbed it twice with his rough hands, carefully and solemnly Put it aside.

The person in charge of cooking is already busy, with a rough style and a very original charm.

Wash the two sides of the salted fish more than one foot long with clean water, without using a stone knife, directly fold it into three or four sections by hand, and throw it into a new tank filled with more than half of the tank of clean water.

A stone wall one meter long and forty centimeters high was built on both sides of the other fire, and seven or eight thin sticks soaked in grease were placed next to each other on the two walls.

On each stick was something, a fish or two of various sizes, or an animal that had stepped on a rabbit's holster the night before.

A person in charge of the barbecue squatted on the side, flipping the stick from time to time, so that the food on it could be heated more evenly.

The ones that have been baked for a long time have already dripped some red grease reflected by the flames, and fell on the coals below, making a light sound, and at the same time, a ball of flames will flash away.

The man looked at Shenzi who was busy carrying a clay pot not far away, and there was sincere admiration in his eyes.

Originally, grilling food required at least three people at the same time to barely serve it.

Moreover, the heat is not easy to control, and if it is not done well, it will be mushy, not to mention wasting food, and it will also affect the taste.

Since the son of God modified it a little to create two walls like this, all problems have been solved.

Seven or eight strings of food can be placed on the two walls at the same time, and you don't need to hold it with your hands anymore. It becomes much easier for people, and you only need to flip it from time to time.

It doesn't take much effort for one person to do what at least three people need to do before, and the baked food is more delicious than before.

Han Cheng was busy shopping for millet, so he didn't know that the man who roasted the meat was looking at him with great admiration. The admiration in his heart was like the surging river in front of the tribe in summer...

Some finely broken millet husks that have not been cleaned are floating on the water, flowing out with the whitish and slightly turbid rice washing water.

After washing for four or five times in a row, the half pot of millet finally became clean.

The cleaned millet was put into the crock, and some water was put into it, not too much, about three centimeters higher than the millet.

Han Cheng asked Huo Er to raise another fire, found a few commonly used stones, placed them around the fire separately, put the crock pot filled with millet and water on it, and found a lid to cover it.

Orange flames spread from the bottom of the pot, covering half of the clay pot.

Han Chengshou added firewood to the bottom by himself to control the heat, and the millet rice is not easy to control, and it is easy to get muddy.

He tried his best this time. If he wants to make these primitive people in the tribe cry, he must handle it carefully.

There is white smoke overflowing from under the pot cover, curling up, and the unique fragrance after the grain is boiled permeates in the hole, and goes straight into the nose of the person.

Han Cheng, who hadn't eaten staple food for nearly two years, smelled the long-lost smell, and his eye sockets were a little moist.

The meal is not ready, the primitive man is not yet crying, he is crying first...

After cooking like this for a while, he picked up the cleaned long-handled spoon, lifted the lid, put it into the crock pot, and began to stir carefully, with the purpose of moving the millet that was attached to the bottom of the crock pot. To prevent it from becoming mushy if it is heated for too long.

After all, fire is used now, not the kind of rice cooker that only needs to put rice and water in it and ignore it.

Seeing that there was only a small layer of soup left in the clay pot, Han Cheng put the lid on the pot after stirring for the last time, then pulled out the two firewood that was still burning under the pot, and put it aside In the fire where the fish soup was cooking.

Steaming dry rice in a firewood pot is most important when it is about to be cooked, because most of the dry rice is pasted at this time.

At this time, you can't use a big fire, use a small fire, or directly roast the remaining charcoal.

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