Transmigrated To Ancient Times To Farm And Build A Kingdom

"Sour fruit can still make sauce, isn't it sour?" Nuan Chun bared his teeth and shuddered. It is obviously the aftertaste of the sour fruit. The sour taste is unforgettable for a lifetime.

When the tribe used to have females with cubs, they liked to eat sour fruit.

However, the warm spring is totally not enough.

After taking a bite, the teeth were sore that they couldn't eat anything.

Nan Feng slapped his mouth and said, "The barbecue is drizzled with sour juice, it tastes very good."

"Sour fruit can make sauce, but unfortunately the tribe doesn't have sugar. Boil sour jam and add some rock sugar. The boiled sour fruit is sour and sweet, very delicious!" Chang Xia licked the corner of her mouth, recalling the taste of strawberry jam and ketchup in her memory. After a short pause, he added: "Sour fruit is sour, and the juice poured on the barbecue has a unique flavor. There is also a sour fruit pulp used for stewing meat and soup, which can enhance the umami of the soup and has a certain deodorizing effect."

"Sour fruit, is it really that good?" Nuan Chun doubted, showing an expression of disbelief.

Nanfeng pouted towards the barbecue on the table, opened his mouth and said, "Did you not notice when you eat barbecue? ."

With the same technique, she couldn't make a delicious barbecue like Shen Rong.

"Shen Rong's barbecue is really delicious." Nuan Chun praised.

But, she didn't notice that the barbecue was drizzled with sour juice.

She has a firm stomach and occasionally helps Chang Xia with things. Shen Rong took over the roasting, unless he was busy, Chang Xia and the others would start roasting.

Speaking of which, Nuanchun really didn't know that barbecue and sour fruit could be linked together.

"Chang Xia, can you make candy?" Nan Feng rolled his eyes and whispered.

Chang Xia said that sugar is the same as honey, very sweet. Eat it in the mouth, it can be sweet to the heart.

Nanfeng has never eaten sugar, but she has tasted honey.

Not much, just a little. It was Chang Xia who dipped it with chopsticks and fed her.

Chang Xia was in poor health and was drinking medicine all the time. The medicine was too bitter. Every year, the witch would leave a small jar of honey that the orcs sent to the holy mountain of Karna for Chang Xia.

The rest of the honey, Wu wants to keep for medicine.

In the same way, the honey obtained by the tribesmen from hunting is usually sent to the holy mountain of Karna. As a result, the orcs are very envious of the bears.

The bear clan is addicted to honey, with thick skin and thick meat.

Among the orcs, the bears can easily find honey. It is a pity that the bears are not willing to trade honey, and they will not exchange it at all except to send it to the sacred mountain of Karna.

"It can be done. However, it is necessary to find the raw materials for making sugar, such as sugar cane, beet or maple/maple." Chang Xia thought for a while and then continued: "Thatch root can also make sugar, but the taste is not as good as sugar cane and beet. So sweet."

"Chang Xia, can you draw the appearance of sugar cane? You just say the name, how can we know what can make sugar? You draw it, and I will show it to the tribe hunting team. The tribe totem warriors go out hunting every day, maybe they I've seen sugar cane and sugar beets everywhere." Nanfeng's brain turned fast, thinking of how Chang Xia painted a cave with animal skins.

So, she directly suggested that Chang Xia draw all the sugar cane beets.

Everyone in the tribe knows that Chang Xia likes to name things.

Some clansmen have refuted before, but slowly, the clansmen were directly assimilated by Chang Xia.

"Yes! I'm really stupid, Nanfeng, you are too smart." Chang Xia slapped his head and woke up.

Her strength alone is limited.

However, tribes can be involved.

In this way, it is more justifiable to refuse the tribal exchange. At the same time, it can also exercise the enthusiasm and participation of the tribe.

"Wait, I'll paint with animal skins later." After Chang Xia finished speaking, he shook his head again, and said, "Animal skins drawn with charcoal brushes tend to fade, and wood and wood are more suitable."

When Shen Rong and the others were making the doors and windows, there were still some leftover boards. Wait a minute, she will reprocess the board and make it the size of a palm so that it is easy to carry.

Nuanchun put the prepared rice rolls, together with the animal bone pot, into the stone pot for cooking.

"Chang Xia, you don't have to wait... Now go to the wood-panel painting. The matter of vermicelli and rice rolls, leave it to me and Nanfeng. I have already learned it, and I can send it to Shen Rong and the others. Taste. The raw rice noodles you mentioned need to be fermented, if you can't make it in a short time, then take your time." Nuanchun said competently.

Immediately, Nan Feng nodded quickly.

"Changxia, listen to the warm spring." Nanfeng said: "The sooner you draw it and take it to the tribe, the sooner the hunting team can find sugar cane beets, and the sooner we can eat sugar."

what-

Nan Feng sighed.

Maybe, in a few days.

She can eat sweet candy.

Thinking about it, the south wind directly pushed Chang Xia away. She didn't even care about the rice rolls, so she ran to get the board to Chang Xia, and she could paint directly when she washed her hands.

Hear the words.

Chang Xia is right when she thinks about it.

It takes at least one night to ferment raw rice noodles.

Now, she has prepared a bag of rice flour for filtration, and later, she will steam some fruit flour and use it to knead and ferment the dough. This matter is not very urgent, just do it before dinner.

But, if you want to eat raw rice noodles, you have to wait until tomorrow.

Taking the plank that Nanfeng stuffed into his hand, Chang Xia transformed his right hand into a beast, and his sharp claws began to polish the plank. First cut the long planks to the size of a palm, then sand the thorns on the edges.

In addition to sugar cane and sugar beet plants, Changxia also plans to draw other edible plants.

The palm-sized wooden board is a test of painting skills.

Of course, the more important thing is that the charcoal is too soft, and it is easy to faint when drawing.

Chang Xia was working on the wood while thinking about how to improve the charcoal. His eyes flashed, and he landed on a piece of unburned wood—charcoal. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com charcoal is harder than burnt-through charcoal, and the pressure is more balanced when holding the pen, so it will not faint.

With this piece of charcoal, Chang Xia doesn't have to think about burning charcoal.

At this time, it is fast entering the rainy season, and the temperature is high. Charcoal, it's not too late to think about it in the cold season. What's more, she has already fiddled out of the kang bed.

Small, thin wood, well polished.

Chang Xia picked up charcoal and tried it on the leftovers of some wooden boards.

The animals and plants in the Twilight Forest are slightly different from those on Earth, but generally similar. However, as the size, shape and color vary widely, which requires tasting to identify.

Considering the abundance of products in the Twilight Forest, Changxia did not ask the clan to bring back the exact same plants. As long as it is close, it is a success.

Fruit powder is the best example.

The taste is similar to that of rice, and no need to be planted. There are ginkgo trees in the Twilight Forest. All year round, you only need to pick, dry and grind to get fruit powder.

In theory, ginkgo is more convenient than rice, and the yield is greater.

In the distance, the warm spring south wind is busy while watching Chang Xia.

Looking at Chang Xia, who is focusing on painting, the two have gentle expressions and hope. At the same time, there is a strong sense of pride and joy.

"Nanfeng, you send these vermicelli and rice rolls to Shen Rong and the others. I made a few more bowls on purpose, and Kongshan should be here by now." Nuanchun found the back basket and rattan basket, there were a lot of things.

It was inconvenient for her to walk back and forth with her stomach held out.

Chang Xia was busy, and they didn't want to disturb him.

So, Nanfeng could only make a trip alone.

Nan Feng nodded and said lightly, "Let me leave the little idea."

He took over the back basket filled with food such as vermicelli, rice rolls, and toppings, and put it on the rattan basket. Nanfeng's footsteps were like the wind, and he quickly ran to the next hill.