prehistoric chef

The woods that covered the sky were very shady, dripping liquid was dripping in the iron barrel, Wen Xiaobao found another tree and cut open the barrel and put the barrel in the bottom, then took out the machete and wandered around.

"What are you doing?" Zhengmao frowned.

Wen Xiaobao turned to look at Zhengmao, thought for a while and said, "I'll look around, do you want to come together?" The two buckets will not be full for a while.

Zhengmao nodded quickly, followed up with a heartbeat, and said: "Go up? You pull, or I will pull you, it's very slippery here." Knowing that Xiaobao doesn't like others to underestimate him, Zhengmao quickly changed his words.

Wen Xiaobao shook his head, looked around, and said: "It's quite big here, I can't go up, I'll go see what can be used." After speaking, he turned around and left with a machete on his back.

When Zhengmao saw him, he quickly followed.

The slope is very large, the jungle is dense and overgrown with weeds. Wen Xiaobao flicked the machete with one hand and the weeds fell off. Zheng Mao followed closely behind Wen Xiaobao. The weeds grew taller and more chaotic, Zhengmao saw the two people who came forward to cut side by side, step by step side by side, Zhengmao looked sideways at Wen Xiaobao's serious face, his heart moved, and he couldn't help saying: "Can we still do this in the future?" ?”

Wen Xiaobao's answer to Zhengmao was only a chin. Zhengmao's heart turned cold for an instant, and he quickly followed, staring at Wen Xiaobao's side face, with the big knife in his hand fiercely chopping weeds, still thinking about what to do. No matter how to find a topic, Wen Xiaobao's eyes lit up and he ran towards a patch of weeds.

"What's wrong?" Zheng Mao followed closely.

There was light in Wen Xiaobao's eyes, he knelt down and touched the small immature shell on the top of the weed with trembling hands, Zhengmao stared at the weed in confusion, what's so interesting about it?

"It's rice!" Wen Xiaobao affirmed, although it's not yet ripe, it's right.

Zheng Mao squatted down next to Wen Xiaobao, seeing Wen Xiaobao's bright eyes, he immediately understood that this rice must be very important.Immediately said: "Is this rice for food?"

"It's grain, just like wheat, but it won't mature until autumn." Wen Xiaobao observed the ground, the ground under his feet was wet, and the water level became higher as he walked in, and the rice with a slightly deeper water level grew well and densely. Not to mention the green is very strong.

Wen Xiaobao is from the north. When he was poor, he couldn't eat a few meals of white noodles. Later, he went to the south in the war. If he won, he would get rice, which tastes delicious. He has been here for less than a year, and he spends all day grilling meat and stewing vegetables. Wen Xiaobao Bao yearned for rice noodles very much, and happened to meet rice today, and Wen Xiaobao was in a very good mood, even looking at Zhengmao was not so annoying, if it wasn't for this person, he would not have found rice, and of course the sumac tree was also discovered by Zhengmao.

Thinking of Zhengmao's 'credit', Wen Xiaobao couldn't help smiling at Zhengmao, and said softly, "I'll treat you to dinner after harvesting the rice."

The word flattered can fully express Zhengmao's shocked expression, his heart is excited, his face does not show, he smiled slightly, showing eight white teeth, and said with a smile: "Okay!"

Wen Xiaobao took off his straw sandals and put them aside, intending to see how big this piece of wild rice could be, Zhengmao watched and followed suit.

"There may be bugs in the water, so be careful." Wen Xiaobao, who was walking in front, said.

Zhengmao rubbed his chin with his dirty hands, feeling that he was lucky today!The two walked around the field barefoot, at first Zhengmao stared at Wen Xiaobao with all his eyes, but the further they walked, the bigger the place and couldn't help thinking deeply, although the land was big, it wasn't big enough for them to drill into it. The people in the village ate it, and slowly began to ask, "Why is this green seedling planted in water? What does the rice look like? When is the autumn you just mentioned? How much rice is there?"

Wen Xiaobao listened to the serious answer. As for the yield issue, he couldn't rush to say it. After all, this is not his era, let alone the era of hybrid rice that Xiao Ming said, so the yield is unknown. As for other questions, answer them one by one. , I couldn't help but look at Zhengmao a few more times in my heart. I usually look like the son of the landlord's family who bullies the girl, but when I start working, I have a lot of ideas for the Liangdong people.

The two of them found a slightly clean puddle to rinse the mud from their feet. After wearing straw sandals, the two of them arrived at the forest along the road. There was only half a bucket in the big iron bucket, but the wooden bucket was almost full, and the tree in the iron bucket was no longer dripping. Wen Xiaobao found another tree, cut it off and started dripping, the two of them were speechless for a while.

These two buckets can at least paint more than half of the furniture. There are no other furniture such as beds and cabinets in Zhengmao Cave. I don’t need much paint. I can finish painting when I pick up two buckets tomorrow. Just go back and tell Xiaoming about the rice. , it is estimated that Xiao Ming will be happy to death.

After receiving the two buckets of paint, Wen Xiaobao held the iron bucket in one hand, Zheng Mao just wanted to say that he had both buckets and saw Wen Xiaobao's appearance, so he swallowed his words quickly, picked up the wooden bucket and went I was afraid that Wen Xiaobao would carry both buckets.

It was not easy for the two of them to go up the hill, so Wen Xiaobao threw the machete into the bamboo basket, randomly picked out a wooden stick, carried the iron bucket in one hand and poked the stick into the ground with the other hand, walking steadily up the hill step by step. , Zheng Mao followed behind, and the two went up the slope. They had already cut a small path when they came here in the morning, and now it is smooth to go back.

There was nothing to say all the way, but Zhengmao wanted to find something to talk about, so he swallowed his words a few times, and when he reached the foot of the mountain, Wen Xiaobao said, "Put this bucket of paint at your place first, and I'll paint your furniture this afternoon. Just remember to wash it off with clean water and let it dry.”

When Zheng Mao heard that Wen Xiaobao had returned in the afternoon, he immediately grinned and said, "Then I'll wait for you, Xiaobao!"

The answer to Zhengmao was a distant figure.Wen Xiaobao walked up the steps to the cave, Gao Ming saw Wen Xiaobao who came back, with a happy face, excitedly said: "You are back, Huang Ganzi has a surprise!"

"It just so happens that I have good things here too!" Wen Xiaobao smiled and put the barrel in the shade under the shed, seeing the small river beside it: "Come paint with me in the afternoon, this time you will learn how to do it."

Xiao He nodded and said happily: "Master, brother Xiao Ming found the yellow pole—"

"Correct usage!" Gao Ming answered with a smile.I soaked the yellow pole all night at the entrance of the cave, and I was too busy to eat and wash in the morning. I didn’t pay attention to it. I don’t know what to think, I took out the yellow pole and put it in a bamboo steamer to start steaming. During steaming, the lid was not covered, and the naked eye could see that the yellow pole gradually softened and changed color, and the color was lighter. The most important thing is that when Gao Ming was going to draw cotton thread At that time, even the film on the inside of the yellow pole was pulled out. Gao Ming was flushed with excitement at that time. The cotton thread is the thickness of wool thread used in modern sweater knitting, but because it is cotton, it absorbs sweat very well. Later, Gao Ming tried several methods. This thickness is just right.

"In this way, spring and autumn clothes and Xia family clothes can be made." Gao Ming held two cotton threads of different thicknesses in his hand, and said enthusiastically, "We can still sew down jackets in winter. It would be even better if we had cotton." It is true that the down is warm to wear, but it is too bulky. There is a stove in this thin hole to wear.

"There's no cotton, but there's rice!" Seeing Gao Ming's appearance of picking up the treasure, Wen Xiaobao couldn't help but feel a little bit of happiness on his face.

Gao Ming pulled the cotton thread with both hands, and chattered endlessly: "After steaming, it can be used after a little drying, and it is very strong—" Wait, what did Xiao Bao just say?Wen Xiaobao looked at Youzai Youzai, whose eyes were bent into crescent moons, and asked in disbelief, "What did you just say? Water, rice?"

Wen Xiaobao finally knew why Bujia liked Gao Ming so much. It was really interesting to be so careful that he heard it but was afraid of being misunderstood. He nodded and said, "Today I went to cut the lacquer and found a piece of rice. Wait until the ninety The rice can be harvested in a month and the seeds can be planted later.”

"Rice! Rice!" Gao Ming said twice, and then laughed happily: "Finally I can eat delicious rice!!" With rice, we can eat fried rice and authentic lean meat porridge with preserved eggs. Simple, we should lay eggs if we have lime goo...

Although Xiaohe doesn't know what rice looks like, he can tell from Gao Ming's appearance that it is a particularly delicious food.Qi, who was cooking in the kitchen, heard Gao Ming laughing and looked at it. Gao Ming explained in detail. Like Xiao He, Qi was very happy even though she didn't know it. They never had too much food.

Gao Ming is an out-and-out northerner, and he can say a thing or two about wheat and corn, but he really doesn’t know how to grow rice. He should know it from Xiaobao’s appearance. The two of them summed up, and Wen Xiaobao said: “I’m also from the north, but I have helped fellow villagers plant rice, and when the terraces are expanded enough, wheat can be planted on the terraces, and one year’s rain is enough, so we will move the rice to the Xiangli River at the foot of the mountain.”

"Okay, it's easy to divert water there, it's done!" Gao Ming thought it was no problem.

The Bujia people who came back from hunting at noon listened to Gao Ming talking about yellow poles and rice while eating.

After dinner, the big stone forest in the cave dealt with the prey, Landa Sado took the women and old people in Zhengmao cave to cut the yellow poles, Gaoming Bujia Xiaohe Xiaobao went down the mountain to look for Zhengmao with a bucket full of lacquer.

Zheng Mao, who returned to the cave, cleaned up the furniture hole. Their cave was full of men. It is conceivable that they are usually hygienic. Today, the big guys went hunting, and Zheng Mao drove those who didn’t hunt to go to the women’s cave to chat about life. The child was born, and he waited for Xiaobao to come to the door, so Zhengmao, who was looking forward to the world of two people, suddenly fainted when he saw a large group of people behind Wen Xiaobao, and he didn't show his face, and he called Bujia and the others to enter the cave.

This time, the rice has yellow stalks and the most important thing is that the wheat can be harvested. After all, the rice will not mature until October, but the wheat is right in front of us, and the land has been plowed. Harvest the wheat first and keep the seeds. The seeds can be sown in months.And Gao Ming was waiting for the potatoes in October, Wen Xiaobao knocked on his forehead, the potatoes are so ripe, three times a year is not too much, Wen Xiaobao thinks to go to the potato field to see, maybe another wave of ripe , so easy to plant, potatoes are drought-resistant and ripe...

Sitting in Zhengmao's cave, the more he wanted to live, the more he wanted to live. Zhengmao has always respected the lifestyle of hunting and eating meat. At the beginning, he was quite receptive to planting. He felt that it was a good thing to be able to eat, but he did not expect so much planting and living. Trouble, Zhengmao, who has never made a living by planting, feels that he has to grasp with both hands. He has to hunt and make bacon, and at the same time, he has to recruit people to plant. Anyway, they have a lot of people in the cave. Work first, eat enough to raise your child strong!

Soon Zhengmao had a clear set of division of labor in his mind. According to Gaoming Bujia, the wheat field is far from exhausted, so good hunters are needed. For the sake of safety, I also arranged for four hunters to go there. Mainly for safety, there is no need to worry about the yellow pole. There are no adult children in the cave. If you catch a lot of them, those over 14 years old can follow Xiaohe Landasado to cut them The yellow pole is steamed and the cotton sliver is dried!The rest of the hunters hunt and cook, and those who don’t know how to learn will learn what a woman can do if she can be a hunter!Of course, those who are too old to walk or do heavy work can help with cooking, but hunters also need to help. Zhengmao expressed his thoughts in an orderly manner. Gao Ming's eyes widened. As soon as Zhengmao said something, it went smoothly, and he couldn't help but admire Zhengmao again.

Raw talent!

After explaining clearly, Xiaobao took the small river and started painting. At night, those who came back from hunting had finished their meals, and there was a large open space beside the river surrounded by the foot of the mountain, which was very wide. Gao Ming handed Zhengmao a gong, "Knock! "When he knew that Zhengmao was going to howl at the top of his voice, he took it out decisively.

This open space was used by Zhengmao to gather when he announced something to the tribe. At this moment, a bonfire was lit, Zhengmao was beating the gong, and after a while, people came out of each cave one after another.

Zhengmao gave orders one by one, men, women, old and young were holding their newborn children in their arms. Almost two hundred people, Zhengmao, remembered all of them in his heart, calling out their names in a loud voice. There are also those who are in charge of the yellow poles. After the arrangement, Gao Ming takes a look, and the hunters still account for the majority.

Bujialinzi was in charge of leading the wheat cutting team, Gaoming Dashi was in charge of digging potatoes, Landasado was in charge of the yellow pole, Xiaobao and Xiaohe were in charge of taking care of Qi and repairing furniture and other odd jobs.

After the meeting, Gao Ming looked at the sky full of stars. At this time, there are many stars and the sky is very bright and blue, which is not seen in modern times. Thinking of the hot day, it is like a red-hot June!