I am a primitive

Some naughty ducklings will also drill out a small head from under the rooster's feathers, and look at the surrounding scenery with some natural blankness in novelty.

These little ducks, as well as the chickens next door, Han Cheng has no plan to let them out to move freely in recent years.

On the one hand, these guys' IQs are not as high as those of dogs, and they don't understand the profound truth that they can't defecate anywhere.

On the other hand, Han Cheng is worried that once they are released, they will never come back...

On the outer wall, there are people wearing bamboo hats and leather gloves, cutting down the hives with bamboo knives.

Four or five meters away from them, surrounded by some minors who were sucking their fingers, looking at the beehive that had been cut down, eager to share some food.

No one can get enough of that sweet taste.

It's just that compared to the tribe's population, the honey today is still too little.

A person can't eat it several times a year.

For the sweet taste, many people are very yearning, especially children.

Han Cheng still remembers the taste of a fruit candy that was bitten in half when he was a child.

Swiping the fruit candy back and forth in the mouth with the shee, listening to the sound of the candy colliding with the teeth, the taste buds are stimulated by the sweet taste, the joy and satisfaction are really fresh in my memory.

In the era when Han Cheng was a child, children were so rare about candy, let alone the minors of the Qingque tribe today.

Although the life of the tribe is not bad now, it is still much simpler than when Han Cheng was a child, at least in terms of snacks, it is far inferior to that of Han Cheng when he was a child.

At that time, Han Cheng had candy cubes, melon seeds, spicy strips, instant noodles, bubble gum, popsicles, wahaha...

But the current tribe, apart from canned food and some honey and jerky that are not often given to them, there are no other things that can be called snacks.

Seeing these underage children in the tribe drooling eagerly at the cut honeycomb, Han Cheng sniffed, no matter how hard it is for children!

Melon seeds, spicy strips, wahhaha Han Cheng couldn't make things like these, and popsicles couldn't be made without a refrigerator or with relatively high-purity saltpeter.

But something like fruit candy can still be tried.

Although he had never done this before, Han Cheng felt that it was necessary to try it out seeing the minors in the tribe staring at the honeycomb with greedy eyes.

Even if it is unsuccessful, at most it is a waste of some fruits and time.

The current tribe is no longer in the previous state of being unable to uncover the pot and relying on the fruits harvested and stored in autumn to survive all winter. Some fruits are still wasted.

As for time...

What Han Cheng lacks most now is time.

Not to mention the rest, just without the three things of mobile phone, computer, and novels, Han Cheng can spare a lot of time every day.

It is not the style of primitive people to just do it and procrastinate.

After making this decision, Han Cheng walked to the other side of the tribe.

There, some people were peeling some of the picked fruits, cleaning them and preparing to cook them in cans.

Under the leadership of Han Cheng, relying on his hands to build the tribe little by little to the current appearance that many tribes envy, the people of the Qingque tribe basically understand a truth.

That is, a good life cannot be waited for in vain. Only by relying on hands to work can we have more and better things and make the tribe better day by day.

So this has gradually formed a habit that many people can't relax.

Although Han Cheng said that he would take a three-day long vacation, many people in the tribe were still doing some things after bathing, cutting their hair and shaving.

It's like picking fruit and cooking canned food.

In their view, these things are not tiring.

Han Cheng said it several times, and they all smiled and said they were fine and not tired.

Facing the tribe with such good habits, Han Cheng could only let it go.

"Give me this pot of fruit, cut it into small pieces with a knife."

Han Cheng pointed to one of the pots of peeled fruits and said to these people.

These people naturally listened to Han Cheng's words, and immediately cut the fruits into small pieces according to Han Cheng's request.

After cutting like this for a while, someone curiously asked what they did for cutting these fruits into such small pieces.

Because in the past, when cooking canned food, at most the fruit was cut into four pieces, but now the Son of God wants them to cut the fruit into pieces like this. Could it be that they want to make a small piece of canned food?

"Instead of making canned food, I want to try to make a kind of food called fruit candy, which is very sweet and delicious."

Han Cheng explained to them with a smile.

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very sweet?delicious?

Although they didn't know what kind of candy the child was talking about, the people around them focused on the key points. After hearing the words 'very sweet and delicious', their eyes lit up immediately.

Shenzi's mouth is recognized as the most tricky in the tribe. Shenzi said it was very sweet and delicious, so the taste of this thing called candy would not be that bad.

So, under the stimulation of Han Cheng's sweetness and deliciousness, a group of foodies moved quickly one by one. After a while, the fruits in the clay pot were completely cut into pieces.

There were also people holding a knife in their hands, slobbering and asking if it was enough. If not, they could take another bowl of peeled fruit and do the same.

Sure enough, under the premise of delicious food, foodies can always exert great power.

Han Cheng quickly waved his hand and said that it was enough, and let these people continue to peel the fruit here, preparing to make canned food, while he and another person carried the big basin of crushed fruit towards the stone mill.

Then I found water, jars, spoons, etc., and poured water into it along the grinding eye. After carefully scrubbing the inside and outside, Han Cheng began to stand there holding the wooden handle and turning around. stone mill.

On the side, the pregnant Bai Xuemei used a wooden spoon to scoop up the chopped fruit and poured it into the Moyan. They cooperated with each other very tacitly.

Now Han Cheng doesn't let Bai Xuemei do heavy work anymore, after all, it's a month old.

However, it is still possible to scoop up crushed fruit and pour it into the grinding eyes like this.

As the stone mill rotates round and round, the fruit poured into the stone mill is easily crushed by the stone mill, and the juice mixed with the crushed pulp flows out from around the stone mill and finally gathers together. Flow into the earthenware pot below.

The most delicious fruit is not the pulp, but the juice contained in itself.

If Han Cheng wanted to make fruit candy, he could only make an idea from fruit juice.

There is no juicer in the tribe, so Han Cheng thought of the stone mill in the tribe.

This thing can grind the soaked beans into juice, so it's not a problem to deal with softer fruits.