I am a Primitive Man

When the last millet planted showed tender shoots, and the soybeans drilled out of the ground, holding two fat watercress, and a little yellow sprout appeared in the middle of the watercress, the first mill of the Qingque tribe finally declared a success .

Not far from the stone flower bed built by Han Cheng, another one-meter-high stone platform was built.

A stone slab about one square meter was placed on the stone platform, and in the center of the slate was a stone mill recently made by the Qingque tribe.

The stone mill at the bottom sits on the cement made of plant ash and is firmly built there.

This is to prevent it from rotating with the upper disc when grinding.

Around the stone mill, at a place ten centimeters wide from the stone mill, a ridge about ten centimeters high was built with cement and small stones.

At the lowest edge of the 'ridge', a water outlet was left.

This is to keep the ground soy milk from falling apart.

People who pay attention to other people's stone mills will not do this. The bottom door of their stone mills is directly chiseled out of the large stone slab, and it is integrated with the stone slab.

The outer parts of the stone slabs were chiseled into 'ditches and ridges' where soybean milk and the like collected.

The Qingque tribe now has limited tools, and the stonemason's technology is not mature enough. The most important thing is that Han Cheng and others are waiting to eat tofu and other flowers, so they use cement to replace this project that takes a lot of time. up.

After confirming that the surrounding cement has completely dried up, the stone mill and the stone slabs around the stone mill were thoroughly cleaned with several buckets of clean water, and finally began to grind tofu.

The early summer morning sunlight scatter through the emerald green bamboo in the flower bed, leaving a fine speck of light on the wet stone mill.

In the cool air, Han Cheng held a clay bowl in his left hand, and scooped out a bowl of something from the clay pot placed on the stone platform.

The bowl is filled with two-thirds of the water and one-third of the soybeans that have been soaked for more than a day and completely absorbed the water.

The bowl held is close to the top of the stone mill eye, tilted slightly, the water will enter the mill eye, and when the water enters almost, there will be soaked soybeans.

While doing this, Han Cheng's right hand was not idle, holding the wooden handle on the stone mill, and turning his arm around.

After the soybeans pass through the mill eyes and enter the middle of the two mills,

It makes it easier to grind the crutches.

The stone mill rotates round and round, and the soybean grains that enter the inside are squeezed and ground into a fine foam by the rough stone mill, which emerges from around the stone mill, and then slowly slides down along the stone mill.

The white soymilk mixed with some bean dregs slid down into the cemented trench around the stone mill.

After more and more of them gathered together, they began to flow towards the gap at the lowest point, and finally merged into a white line, which fell into the clay pot placed below, stirring up some white foam.

In the slightly cool air, there is the smell of raw soy milk, which is very familiar, just like the taste of grinding tofu when I was a child during the Chinese New Year.

The difference is that things have already changed and become two worlds...

Such a novelty as abduction can easily attract people who have never done such things.

After Han Cheng ground half of the soaked beans, he stared at Wu who had been staring at the grinder for a long time, eager to try, and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He tentatively opened his mouth and expressed to Han Cheng his desire to grind.

Han Cheng smiled, but he had forgotten the attractiveness of the stone mill.

Immediately handing over the bowl to Wu, Han Cheng stood aside and handed over the grinding of beans to Wu.

This is not a demanding job, and pouring more or less water into the grinder will not cause any major hindrance, so Han Chengcheng just stood aside and watched, and did not make a sound to give any guidance.

The first mill of the Qingque Tribe was just a small mill with a diameter of 30 centimeters, it wasn't heavy, and the witch didn't think it was heavy.

When Wu took over the work from Han Cheng, Wu's body was slightly tense, and his movements seemed a little stiff. After grinding three bowls of beans, Wu's movements were already very skillful.

After all, this is really not such a difficult job.

After the beans were ground, Han Cheng asked for some clean water to be poured into the grinding eye bowl by bowl.

Turning the stone mill on one side, this is to wash away all the remaining bean dregs and soy milk.

On the one hand, it can avoid waste, and on the other hand, it can wait until the next time it is used, and spend less effort on scrubbing.

Han Cheng, Wu, senior brother and the others carried the ground soybean milk and walked to one side, where a two-meter-high shelf had been set up.

A beam is worn in the middle of the shelf, and a rope is tied to the middle of the beam.

A stick one and a half centimeters thick is tied under the rope.

The stick passes through the middle of two flat, overlapping sticks.

On the underside of the stick is a large bump that has been rested.

The big lump blocks the horizontal wooden stick below, preventing the two overlapping wooden sticks from slipping from the air.

Two overlapping one-meter-long wooden sticks have a hole drilled at both ends, and a corner of a square linen cloth is pierced in each hole.

The corners of the sackcloth are tied firmly here, forming a sling.

Finding a clean large pottery basin and putting it under the sling, Han Cheng poured a can of soybean milk into the sling.

Then he motioned to the elder brother to do the same as him, holding the two ends of the overlapping wooden sticks, and began to shake the sling from left to right.

The soy milk wrapped in the sling swayed left and right following the movements of Han Cheng and the elder brother, and some slightly yellowed white soy milk fell into the large pottery basin placed below.

The reason why there is such a procedure is that in addition to soy milk, there are a lot of bean dregs in the ground.

This step is to separate the bean dregs from the soy milk. To put it bluntly, it is to filter.

The linen cloth with fine mesh woven by the Qingque tribe is just right for this job.

After filtering the soybean milk in several pots, the big pot under the sling was almost full.

There was only a piece of bean dregs left in the sling.

Han Cheng didn't get the bean dregs out immediately, but added half a jar of water to it, and hung it for a while.

There is no way, there are too few beans at this time, so I can only operate on the principle of making more soy milk if I can get more soy milk.

After hanging it again, Han Chengcai got the bean dregs out, but he was not willing to throw it away. This thing is extremely nutritious feed.

In ancient tofu workshops, animals such as pigs and donkeys were generally fed.

Because they ate well, after being fed, they were much fatter than ordinary people.

When there is a shortage of food, bean dregs will be transformed into a kind of food, and it is not uncommon to eat bean dregs.

Han Cheng was naturally reluctant to throw it away.