After entering the bird tribe, I want to farm

Bai Wu and the others smelted a handful of iron in total.

These pieces of iron are silvery white, much softer than black gold, and have very good ductility. Even if you don't use fire, you can knock the iron into pieces with a hammer just by hitting it with a hammer.

If it is the same volume of black gold, even if a person breaks his hand, it is difficult to break it into pieces.

Bai Wu played with these iron blocks for a long time, and even slept with them in his arms at night, keeping them warm.

In the next few days, they didn't go anywhere, but smelted iron at home.

This batch of iron ore is of good quality. I don't know if it comes from meteorites or the like. The purity is relatively high, and it doesn't take too much trouble to refine it.

After a lot of twists and turns, they smelted a total of sixteen baskets of iron.

In order to smelt these iron blocks, Bai Wu and the others worked day and night, sitting in front of the kiln every day, until their hair was almost scorched.

Bai Wu stroked her hair, and muttered to Nan Yao, "Leave the rest of the work to the Eagle Clan, I really don't want to do it anymore."

Nan Yao gently pinched the back of his neck, "I can do it too."

"You're not made of iron, you can be a fart, we all rest for a few days and take care of the fields."

As their planting scale increases, they plant more and more fields.

Now the river is surrounded by paddy fields of their family. Every time they go back to the fields, they can see the sparkling water in the paddy fields, the sky and clouds are all in the paddy fields, and the scenery is very beautiful.

In this day and age, there are no pesticides and fertilizers. There are many small fish, shrimps and loaches in the paddy fields. When they go to plow the fields, they take a basket with them, and when they return, they can catch half a basket of fish.

Clean up the small fish loach, marinate it with spices and salt, and send it to the bread kiln to bake.

They bake it when they go out, and when they return, they open the bread kiln and receive a basket of dried fish.

This dried fish is an excellent food whether they eat it with their own bibimbap or feed it to the two little wolves.

The weather is good, the crops in the field are growing well, and the wild fruits and wild vegetables are also growing well.

They go out every day and come back with a full load.

The recovered wild fruits, wild vegetables and stems can be eaten in various ways, whether they are dried in the sun or pickled, the taste is very good.

Taking advantage of the free time during this period, Bai Wu added a batch of jam.

Whether it is making tea, spreading bread, or bacon, jam is a very good thing.

The days passed slowly, on this day, Bai Wu and Nan Yao had just come back, and the Eagle Clan members were already waiting outside Nan Yao's nest.

Seeing them coming back, the members of the Eagle Clan hurried up to meet them, and said to them, "Master Priest, Lord Wu, your pot is almost done, and you don't know what to do with the rest."

"Really? Let's go and have a look!"

Bai Wu asked the Eagles to help them make two large iron pots. The shape of the iron pot was similar to that of the stone pot, but much thinner than the stone pot.

The Eagles expressed their understanding, and Bai Wu thought they had more experience in making utensils, so he let them go.

I didn't expect the iron pot to be knocked so quickly.

It was a surprise.

Bai Wu and Nan Yao flew to the Eagle Clan.

The people of the Eagle Clan have been waiting for them for a long time.

Upon seeing them, Shanying greeted them briefly, and said, "Come here quickly and see how this pot is made?"

Bai Wu carefully looked at the round-bottomed iron pot on the side.

The iron pot is relatively thick, about five or six millimeters, and the bottom of the pot is not too smooth, but the shape of the round-bottomed iron pot has come out. After a little repair, it is a good iron pot.

Shan Ying said from the side: "I said to add three feet to the bottom, but they said to add ears to the top. I think whether you add feet or ears, it will burn your hands when you hold it. What do you think?"

Bai Wu looked at this, then at that, and said with shame: "I want to add a handle."

The Eagle Clan was stunned for a moment, and burst out laughing.

Shanying also laughed, and he said while laughing: "I said Master Wu's thoughts should be different, do you still believe it?"

Someone from the Eagle Clan asked: "Master Wu, how do I add the handle?"

Bai Wu said: "You weld a cylinder to the side of the pot, and then I will use a wooden stick as a handle?"

The Eagle Clan didn't understand, so, "What... a cylinder?"

Bai Wu drew a picture on the ground, pointing at the picture and gesticulating, trying to explain the idea in his mind to the Eagles.

The Eagle tribe listened for a long time, but their eyes were still full of bewilderment.

Nan Yao said in a deep voice, "I'll come."

Everyone gave way to Nanyao.

The iron on the side has been smelted, and now we have obtained relatively pure iron nuggets.

Nanyao used a clamping tool to hold the iron block and put it in the kiln to burn red, then clamp it out, and beat it into iron sheets.

The pot made by the Eagle tribe is placed next to it.

Nanyao took a few glances at the pot, measured its size, and beat the iron into half-centimeter-thick iron sheets.

After he burned the iron sheet and the iron pot, he welded the two together.Their welding skills are average, and they beat repeatedly after welding, trying to fuse the two together.

With this kind of strength, Bai Wu couldn't get in his hands, so he watched from the side for a long time.

Nanyao and the Ying people worked very meticulously. A group of people clanged and knocked for half the night. By the time they confirmed that the iron pot was ready, it was already midnight.

After the iron pot cooled down, the boss of the Ying tribe also heaved a sigh of relief, and put the iron pot on the edge of Bai Wu, "Master Wu, take a look."

After being fired many times, this iron pot has a grayish black color.

Bai Wu touched the handle carefully, the handle had been completely cooled, and it felt nothing to the touch.

He took the pot down by the handle and carefully inspected the inside and outside.

Because of the forging technology, this pot is not particularly smooth, but it is already much better than the stone pot.

Nan Yao noticed that his gaze fell on a place that was not very smooth, "Tomorrow I will sharpen it again with a whetstone."

Bai Wu smiled, "I think it's okay."

Shan Ying squeezed up and asked, "Is this pot ready?"

Bai Wu gave him a thumbs up, "Not only is it done well, but it's also done very well."

Shanying said: "It's really not easy. Then let's continue to make the rest of the pot?"

"Thank you for your hard work."

Bai Wu looked forward to this big iron pot like looking forward to the stars and the moon.

The next day, they took the iron pot to the river and carefully polished it with a whetstone while beating it.

In their previous life, when they wanted to polish this kind of pot, they had various grits of sandpaper to choose from, but now they only have rough whetstones with only one specification, and they can only grab the whetstone they can find and grind it hard.

Holding the whetstone in their hands, the two took turns grinding the pot. The final pot was very smooth, smooth and heavy, almost like an industrial product.

Bai Wu's hands were almost swollen, and at this moment, they finally got a thick, smooth round-bottomed iron pan with a handle.

After many times of polishing, the pot turned back to silvery white, or one degree whiter than silvery gray.

This pot is placed there, and people can see it at a glance, which is a good thing.

Bai Wu put the pot on the firepit, raised his chin slightly and looked at his family, waiting for their evaluation.

Kishi's first reaction when he saw this pot was, "This pot is so beautiful, can this piece of iron be used to make a necklace?"

Bai Wu: "...I never thought that you would ask such a question."

Kishi tapped his fingers on the wall of the pot curiously, "Is it not possible?"

"Of course. Today's focus is not on this, but that we finally have to cook. Brother, please step aside, I'm going to cook."

Their iron pan should be considered a cast iron pan without any coating on it. He had to find a way to coat it with an oil film, otherwise it would be easy to burn the bottom of the pan.

Nan Yao lit the fire beside him, and Bai Wu put the iron pan on top, and when the iron pan was burning red, he rubbed a piece of fat meat on the iron pan repeatedly.

The red iron pan fried the fat until it sizzled, and a burnt smell came out. Kishi watched and sucked his saliva quietly.

After the silver iron pan was boiled, it turned dark gray again, with a shiny film on it, which looked very smooth.

Bai Wu turned the iron pot over, rubbed the inside of the pot, and started rubbing the bottom of the pot.

This step is the same as the previous step.

When both sides of the pot are coated with a smooth oil film, pour boiling water into it.

As soon as the water was poured in, there was a "sizzling" sound, a lot of white bubbles came out, and then a lot of water vapor surged up.

Bai Wu washed the pot three times in a row before he cleaned the pot. He looked at the iron pot and nodded with satisfaction, "Now we can start cooking."

Tonight, I will eat fried pork with garlic sprouts, stir-fried fat grass and chives and bird eggs.

Their family has a stone pot, and Bai Wu has been cooking for a long time, and Kishi doesn't think the iron pot is any different.

Bai Wu stood in front of the iron pot, and after the iron pot was heated up, put in cold oil, then put in white garlic and sauté until fragrant, the rich aroma wafted everywhere.He poured the marinated meat slices into the pot, and quickly slid them apart. After the meat slices changed color, he dropped a handful of garlic leaves and stir-fried them a little, and a fried pork with garlic sprouts was ready.

Kishi didn't even wash the dishes, so he just watched him finish the first dish.

The same goes for the leek bird eggs in the back.

After Ankan Baiwu was put into the egg liquid, the egg liquid swelled up after a few breaths, and one side was fried until it was browned, and the other side was light yellow, and a rich aroma floated up.

In the past, when they ate bird eggs, the eggs were always a little fishy. This was the first time he had smelled such a strong egg fragrance.

After the eggs were fried, he added leeks. After a few breaths, the green leeks were fried until soft. He then added miso and clam juice to fry again and served them up.

The fat and grass are fried last, and the leaves are still crisp and raw when the white wu is served out.

Three dishes, five people, when everyone sat at the dining table, they were still a little dumbfounded.

Kishi sniffed the fragrance in the air vigorously, "Isn't this too fast?!"

"The point is not fast, but delicious, you will know after a taste."

Bai Wu spoke happily and picked up a chopstick of leeks.

The pure natural leeks they planted in the backyard have relatively small leaves, but the meat is fat and tender, with a strong taste, and there is a hint of sweetness in the mouth, hot and fragrant, and it looks more tender and delicious under the background of bird eggs.

Bai Wu tasted the sliced ​​meat after eating the leeks.

When the meat slices are marinated, the bite fruit and starch are put in. It is smooth, tender, fragrant and spicy, and it is completely different from the kind of woody meat slices.He put it in his mouth and bit it lightly, and a large amount of gravy was squeezed out.

This is a near-perfect little stir-fry.

Stir-fried fat grass is also delicious.

This slightly bitter wild vegetable is full of mountain flavor.

In the past, the most common way they ate it was to boil it and mix it into a salad. Baiwu thought it was okay, but the family members didn't like it very much.

Given that this is one of the most readily available green vegetables, Kishi and the others ate it while hating it, and complained a lot.

This is the first time that Kishi doesn't hate eating this vegetable.

He put the steaming, thick and crispy fat grass between his teeth and bit it, and the slightly sweet, slightly bitter fat grass with a little salt fully contacted his mouth.

Like the whole spring in contact with the mouth.

An looked at the fat grass on the chopsticks, then at the fat grass in the pot, and muttered, "So the fat grass can still taste like this."