I am a primitive

With the quiet change of the staple food and the reduction of fish in the small river, the Qingque tribe no longer goes fishing every day.

Only every few days or longer will they be caught once.

In spring, the number of fishing is even less, because the son of God said that at this time, many fish are producing seeds.

Arresting one fish may make many fish disappear, which is really not worthwhile.

After careful consideration, the members of the Qingque tribe felt that Shenzi was right.

After all, there are only a few millet-like roe in the fish's belly. If they are turned into fish, it will be very different.

Of course, the premise of doing this is that the Qingque tribe has plenty of food to eat besides fish.

Without the rest of the food to feed their stomachs, it is impossible for the fish in the creek to recuperate.

The fishing moratorium advocated by Han Cheng was still effective. A dozen minors went out with fish cages, and before noon, they brought back more than 40 catties of fish.

Such efficiency could not be achieved in the previous year.

After cleaning the caught fish, cut it into sections, marinate it with salt, put some wine to remove the fishy smell, and then Han Chengcheng began to slice the cube-shaped tofu with a bone knife.

That's right, what he is going to make is tofu in fish soup.

In fact, if the ingredients are sufficient, the fish head tofu soup is the best, but the fish in the small river is far more than before, and there are many mouths in the tribe.

It would be too extravagant to use only fish heads to stew soup.

After cutting the tofu, the fish section in a clay pot is basically marinated.

Put the fish sections into a large clay pot, add a little water and stew for a while, then put a lot of water and put the tofu into it together, cover the pot and stew together.

There is a saying called "thousand boiled tofu and ten thousand boiled fish", which means that tofu, like fish, is an extremely boilable ingredient, and the longer it is stewed, the better the taste.

Of course, the premise is that after the water is boiled, it should be stewed on a low heat, otherwise the stewing time will be too long, and the fish will be boiled.

After cooking for a while, the aroma has begun to spread around.

The novelty of tofu, which appeared for the first time in the tribe, coupled with the wonderful fragrance, aroused the gluttons in the belly of everyone in the tribe.

Foodies with relatively high status in the Qingque tribe, such as Wu, Big Brother, and Shitou, gathered around the big tank and drool, while the rest drool while working.

As for the slaves with long legs and grass roots, I just vaguely heard that the great son of God has made another excellent food. All I can do is look at the courtyard from a distance, imagining the taste of the new food. How wonderful it would be.

The lid on the big tank was lifted, and white water vapor permeated the air.

The white, boiled tofu with small holes is mixed with fish segments and soaked in the whitish fish soup, and then sprinkled with a few handfuls of green shallots, which makes people's index fingers move.

The ingredients were limited, except for a few people including Han Cheng, the rest of the people only got half a bowl.

But regardless of whether there is fish in the bowl, there will always be a little tofu in it.

Use a spoon to press a small piece of tofu that is only two centimeters wide, four centimeters long, and less than half a centimeter thick from the middle, and then put them into two bowls for two people to eat. I couldn't help but blush, it was too shabby.

He thought so, but the people in the tribe didn't think so.

They all saw the amount of tofu, and it was indeed not much.

Many of them are ready to wait until after autumn to eat tofu.

Unexpectedly, Shenzi let everyone eat tofu today.

One and two are warm in their hearts. In such a mood, they can eat twelve out of six flavors.

In addition, there is very little tofu, everyone cherishes it, and the taste of tofu in fish soup is really good, so after a meal, everyone who eats it is full of praise for the tofu.

It also made everyone make up their minds to serve the beans well, so that they can eat tofu every day like millet.

The taste of the fish soup was stewed into the tofu. After taking a bite and chewing in his mouth, Han Cheng narrowed his eyes comfortably...

The wind without heat blows, the bamboo forest shakes, and the emerald green bamboo leaves seem to be cheering for this historic moment.

Three days later, the caravan of the Qingque Tribe set off again. Having tasted the sweetness from the transaction, they determined to exchange all the good things back to the tribe.

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God is very strange, and he will not listen to people's prayers under normal circumstances.

This is most likely because human beings are too small, so small that they are no different from an ant in the eyes of God.

But no matter how big or small, elephants have the life of elephants, and ants also have the life of ants. They live in different ways, but they are all working hard to move forward.

Han Cheng, who looked like an ant in God's eyes, was very distressed at the moment.

His distress comes from metal ore.

Is it because his traveler's luck has been used up or what is the reason, after the caravan returned for the third time, among the many stones brought back, there is still no trace of metal ore.

This made Han Cheng, who wanted to get out metal earlier and create various utensils, so that the productivity of the Qingque tribe could be greatly developed, seemed a little impatient.

Could it be that God is deliberately playing with himself?

"Crack, crack~!"

A bolt of lightning pierced the dark sky, and soon a series of thunder exploded above the head, shaking the whole field.

God said that he was very busy, so he didn't have time to play with such a little guy.

Primitive people always have a deep-rooted fear of lightning and thunder. With the sound of thunder, everyone hides in the house, looking fearful and in awe, hoping that God will vent his anger soon.

Although Han Cheng understood what the lightning and thunder were all about, at this time he didn't have the heart to go outside and point to God to ask why he didn't let his tribe find the metal ore.

He doesn't have the courage and strength of Li Xuanba, nor does he have the arrogant temper. He still can't do such a very heroic and second-handed behavior like pointing fingers and scolding the sky.

And even if he wanted to do it, he couldn't get away right now, because beside him was a shivering, frightened kitten-like woman with a big belly who was hugging her arm tightly.

For the sake of my wife and children struggling to keep me, I won't question you.

Han Cheng, who hadn't thought of asking God to trouble him at all, put down his words with great pride in his heart, and magnanimously forgave God who was doing thunder but not rain.

Then he lay down on the kang, hugging Bai Xuemei, a woman with a big belly who looked terrified.

Sometimes when you put your hand on Bai Xuemei's belly, you can still feel the baby's powerful movement, so that Bai Xuemei's belly sometimes moves.

Seeing the movement made by the unborn little guy, Han Cheng, who seemed a little anxious because he couldn't find the metal ore, gradually calmed down.

Take your time, some things need to be pursued, but you can't ignore all the good things around you because of this.

Bai Xuemei has been pregnant for a long time, nearly eight months, and it won't take long for Han Chengcheng to really become a glorious baby daddy.