I am a primitive

It's just that the taste is too different from before, right?

Because the appearance of canned food, which is very different from what was expected, made the cheerful atmosphere of the annual New Year's Eve dinner slightly stagnant.

Han Cheng swallowed the sour juice in his mouth, and a hot stream appeared, flowing from his throat to his stomach.

He took another sip, and then savored it carefully in his mouth, feeling the familiar taste amidst the sourness.

It may be that the method in memory is wrong. This batch of canned fruits is a failure. As expected, all of them should be broken.

However, it was not completely broken, and the canned food was gone, but another equally pleasing thing appeared.

liquor!

This was completely unexpected by Han Cheng.

Feeling the taste of the wine in his mouth, Han Cheng recalled with emotion the previous story about how ancient literati brewed wine without making vinegar, and couldn't help shaking his head and smiling.

I used to tease others, but now my retribution came. All the canned fruits I brewed turned into this kind of cloudy and sour wine.

However, he was not as angry as the literati. He was just as happy that the sour wine could appear, even more happy than the expected canned food.

After all, sweet and sour canned fruit was my favorite when I was a child. Now that I have grown up, wine is more attractive than canned food.

And this wine appeared at the right time. During the New Year's Eve dinner, if you don't drink a little wine, you always feel that something is missing.

Now it's just a plate of dumplings.

From being poor to now, so many things have been produced, is a plate of dumplings still far away?

Another one is, the wine has already come out, so is it still far from vinegar?

The five flavors of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, salty will also be collected slowly, and when it is time to cook, there will be more choices.

After all, 'the winemaking tank is good for making vinegar, but the altar is sour'.

And he vaguely remembers the places like wine vats, there are yeasts and other things that are useful for fermentation to survive, and when the time comes, get out the noodles, get a piece of reconciled noodles and stick it on the side of the vat, and then leave it again and again Old noodles, after a long time, can always get the yeast with strong effect.

Thinking of the steaming, soft and fragrant big white steamed buns with the taste of maltose, Han Chengcheng couldn't help drooling.

As an authentic northerner, steamed buns, a staple food from snack to adult, are always a hurdle that cannot be avoided.

It's not that I don't know if I will be lucky enough to find wheat...

Han Cheng shook his head slightly and smiled wryly. Who would have thought that he would be so obsessed with the steamed buns he ate every day.

Wu also picked up the bowl and took a bite of the canned food that had been sealed for many days. The taste was not very good.

With his many years of experience, and what Shenzi said when he made the can in his memory, he knew that the can was destroyed.

As a person who has experienced many years in the tribe, has passed on the knowledge of the previous witch, and has been influenced by the Son of God, the witch is more aware of some things about human dignity than the rest of the people, such as Qingque three years. When eating the New Year's Eve dinner, he attached great importance to the order of actions.

In order not to embarrass Shenzi, he didn't ask questions like others, but took a big mouthful of canned juice that didn't taste very good. After swallowing, he felt the warmth in his throat that he had never experienced before, and then Get ready to praise the deliciousness of this canned juice.

At this time, Han Cheng, who was holding the bowl in his hand and kept his eyes closed all the time without saying a word, opened his eyes and put down the bowl, stood up and said to everyone looking at him with a smile: "The canned food failed!"

After everyone heard the news, they were both expected and disappointed. After all, the sweet and sour taste is something that people miss.

Especially for those minors, the disappointment on their faces was even more difficult to conceal.

Han Cheng took everyone's reaction into his eyes and didn't show off. After a slight pause, he said, "However, another good thing has been created, and that is wine!"

liqueur?

After hearing the words, everyone looked down at the muddy canned juice in the bowl.

If it can be called a good thing by Shen Zi, who has always had a good taste, then the taste should not be too bad, and it must be a good thing.

Han Cheng asked someone to bring over a few jars of 'canned food'. After breaking the mud seal, everyone poured some.

One bowl for adults, half a bowl for children, and a shallow bowl for younger children.

Then he stood up with his own wine bowl, motioned for others to also stand up with their wine bowls, and said: "Happy Chinese New Year, I hope my Qingque tribe will get better and better, drink!"

After finishing speaking, he slammed the wine bowl with the wine bowls of Wu and Senior Brother who were standing on the left and right sides, and toasted to the Qingque Tribe people who were sitting in several circles, and then drank it with a straight neck .

Wu, senior brother and others have never experienced such a thing. After a short period of stupefaction, under the leadership of someone who started it, they imitated Han Cheng's appearance and said in a messy manner: "Happy Chinese New Year, may I Qingque tribe, getting better and better, drink!"

Then, thinking back to Han Cheng's actions just now, he also seemed unfamiliar with banging bowls with the people around him, and then raised his neck to drink at the rest of the people.

It's okay for adults to drink, but for children with more developed taste buds, it becomes a little uncomfortable.

"So bitter..."

After taking a sip, Bai Xuemei stuck out her tongue and said with a bitter face.

Han Cheng laughed, rubbed her shofar braids, poured more than half of the wine left in her bowl into his own, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Let's eat!"

After drinking, Han Cheng announced the news that everyone had been waiting for for a long time, so many chopsticks stretched out at once, and in the cheerful atmosphere, Qingque's four-year New Year's Eve dinner was just beginning.

During the banquet, Han Cheng asked people to pour wine for those who wanted to drink from time to time.

After drinking a bowl of wine, some adults of the Qingque Tribe discovered that this not-so-tasting wine had an indescribably unique taste.

People who feel this way are mostly adult men.

So they didn't drink the boiled broth very much, but just like Shenzi, they drank some of the wine they tasted for the first time from time to time.

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When the night falls, the fire lights up, and the high wall isolates it, which is the image of celebrating abundance that many surrounding tribes envy.

"boom!"

The bamboo cut into sections burst into flames, and the air inside the closed bamboo joints expanded rapidly due to the heat.

The gradually soft bamboo skin couldn't withstand the pressure brought by the air, and was finally broken, making a loud explosion corresponding to the leather drum.

The dark red sparks, like countless fireflies, flickered and rose from the flames.

Cheerful people formed a circle around the flames, singing and dancing, laughing and laughing in the night, with the sound of firecrackers and the sound of skin drums resounding through the world, they spread out of the tribe together.

The senior brother, who was slightly drunk, held a drumstick and beat the leather drum with a smile on his face.

His face was red, looking at all this, a witch with a smiling face like a blooming chrysanthemum, beating the clapper in his hand vigorously, they wanted to scare the evil Nian beast, how could such an intoxicating scene be possible? Let Nian Beast come to disturb?

This year, we will build another big tile house made of pure bricks and covered with tiles!