I am a primitive

Han Cheng asked people to stop the fire, took out a little bit from it, and licked it lightly with the tip of his tongue.

It was full of flavor, with some messy flavors mixed in besides the brinyness of the salt.

Although I couldn't tell what it was like, it was certain that it wasn't delicious at all, and Han Cheng couldn't help grinning after just licking it.

And with this licking, some stone foam remained on the tongue, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Han Cheng rinsed his mouth for a long time before recovering.

This kind of taste, probably only Uncle Lu, a pervert who used to practice his tongue against Yanshan, can bear it.

After rinsing his mouth, Han Cheng picked out little by little the small white lumps mixed in the stone foam, with a troubled expression on his face.

Now the question is, is this stuff a brine?

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Looking at the not-so-white crystals mixed with stone foam in the small pottery basin, Han Cheng was troubled.

It looks a bit like the brine in my impression, but even if these things are really brine, there is no way to order tofu, because there is too much stone foam in it.

If you use it to order tofu, you may lose your teeth when the time comes.

After carefully looking at it for a while, Han Cheng, who didn't see a reason, put some water into the small pottery basin, and these white crystals disappeared quickly.

After melting, it settled for a while, and the stone foam stayed at the bottom of the small basin.

Han Cheng asked people to clean the previous clay pot, then carefully poured the water into the pot, and then started to burn it with fire.

The sediment at the bottom of the clay basin was poured away.

After a while, the water inside evaporated completely, leaving only a layer of white crystals at the bottom of the tank.

Unlike the white of salt, this crystalline white is somewhat yellowish.

Now after evaporating, the things obtained look more like the brine seen in later generations.

Han Cheng looked at the thing carefully for a while, then scratched his head, quite surprised.

The bittern, which was extremely difficult to deal with in the imagination, was fiddled with like this?

It actually became the first to appear among the many things needed?

Sure enough, sometimes the door is actually ajar, and sometimes things that seem difficult, but sometimes they are really done, are not necessarily so difficult.

For example, Han Cheng is so dizzy now that he seems to have succeeded...

Han Cheng, who was dizzy for a while, put down the things that should be brine in his hand, and then continued to cook according to the previous method.

After three cylinders in a row, the suspected brine was more than half a catty.

When ordering tofu with brine, there is no need to add much salt, otherwise the tofu will be bitter and unedible.

So what I have collected now is enough to order a lot of tofu.

After waiting here for a while, after the salt cookers finished the salt, Han Cheng and the others headed towards the tribe.

When I came, I was worried, but when I went back, I felt relaxed.

Now it seems that the most difficult salt bittern has been solved by myself, and the rest only needs to be done step by step.

The most time-consuming thing among them is the stone mill. As long as the stone mill is finished, you can start making tofu.

As Han Cheng walked back, he was thinking about these things in his heart.

However, with the hammer and the iron brazing, according to the craftsmanship of the wood, after more than half a day, it should be possible to chisel out a rough outline of a mill...

what happened?

After walking into the tribe with a pottery jar containing brine, Han Chenggong, who was concerned about the progress of the stone mill, looked over to the place where the wood was working.

Instead of hearing the familiar sound of beating iron chiseling stones, I saw a few people squatting on the ground with their heads in their arms.

The stone mill that had been chiseled out to a rough outline in his imagination didn't move at all, and a few pieces of granite were still there.

Han Cheng watched this scene full of doubts, what are Mumu and the others doing?

"Son of God!"

Squatting on the ground holding the stone on his head, he habitually raised his head to look at the gate of the tribe. He saw Han Cheng who had just entered the tribe. He was so distressed that he shouted happily as if he had seen a savior.

Wu, Lie, and Mu Mu were so embarrassed by the small circle that they were sweating all over. When they heard the sound of the stone, they all raised their heads in surprise and looked towards the door.

Among them, the wood with the hammer and the iron drill stood up from the ground and walked towards Han Cheng quickly.

Those who didn't know thought he was trying to do something to God Son Han.

"God... Son of God, I can't draw a circle..."

Mu Mu greeted him at the gate, and said with a face of shame, as if he was about to cry.

Looking at the hammer and iron in Mu Mu's hand, Han Cheng forgave Mu Mu's delay in the construction period very generously, and expressed his full understanding of his difficulties.

Mu Mu has been embarrassing to look like this. As a generous person, how could he blame Mu Mu again?

This is really inhumane.

Well, sometimes admitting your mistakes with a brick in your hands can often get twice the result with half the effort.

For example, the current wood, or how many years later, in order to test whether the ax is sharp, after chopping down his father’s favorite cherry tree, he took the ax to find Washington, who confessed to his father’s mistake...

After such a small disturbance, Han Cheng quickly understood what difficulties they encountered.

Han Cheng's face twitched, he only thought that it would be fine after explaining things, who would have thought that they would be embarrassed by the small circle collectively?

This thing is really dumbfounding.

Seeing a few people staring at him eagerly, Han Cheng felt that it was necessary for him to show his skills!

Han Dashenzi rolled up his sleeves, exposed his arms, and picked up the slender stone like a pencil.

Just when a few people waited and waited and thought that Shenzi was going to show off his skills, and with a swipe of the pen, he drew a round circle easily and casually, but Han Dashenzi left here neatly and walked to the room.

Looking at the back of Shenzi who left quickly, the few people who had never eaten oranges were stunned.

Wouldn't this seemingly simple circle embarrass Shenzi?