After entering the bird tribe, I want to farm

Meeting a priest on Baiwu Road, he said something that could kill Niaoshe.

After being rejected, his pale face was almost on fire, and he almost fled in despair.

In the afternoon, when he returned to the nest, his family members had already returned.

Da took his hawk mate and two fathers.

Everyone can't wait to see what this tofu thing is.

Bai Wu greeted them and went to check on Douzi.

Kishi followed behind him and chattered, "I've seen your beans since I came back. They have been soaked for so long, and now they have swelled up to be bigger than a bird's egg, and they will break when you pinch them lightly. Can you still eat them?"

"Of course. I will make it into a pulp like pounding green root powder first, and then I will do the next step."

"I will do this! Do I have to wash it like green root powder?"

"you guess……"

Before Bai Wu could finish the word "guess", An slapped his shoulder blades, "Say it!"

The applause was crisp.

Bai Wu turned her head to look, and saw a complete handprint on her shoulder blade, even the palm prints were clearly visible.

He glared toward the shore.

Shrinking his head, Kishi muttered, "Why is your skin so tender? Hey, I'm going to pound beans."

Chuan knocked on An's head, "Don't keep bullying your brother. I'll go with you."

The two of them carried the beans to the foot of the mountain to look for a stone pound to pound the beans.

Da asked: "Wu, what are we doing?"

"Please help pound the beans together, and I'll clean the dustpan."

The stone mortar is large and heavy, and when the softened beans are poured into it, they will be pounded into dregs after a few strokes. When scooped up, the warm bean dregs are white, like dough, and have an indescribable bean fragrance.

After pounding the beans, scoop them out and put them in a bucket, add the white wu into the clear river water, stir evenly, and then pour them into a large earthenware pot to cook.

The yellowish soy milk is rolling in the pot, and the steam in the pot is curling up.

The strong aroma of beans wafted across the entire tribe, and countless tribesmen probed their brains, sniffing and asking each other, "What is so fragrant?"

The orcs and sub-orcs who have come back came to watch the fun and help by the way.

There is plenty of soy milk in the pot.

Bai Wu greeted the clansmen who came to help to drink soy milk. The first pot of soy milk was cooked, and they scooped it out and put it in insect honey. Everyone present got a bowl.

The freshly cooked rich soy milk is fragrant and sweet, and there are simple smiling faces behind the hot air.

"It turns out that these are the beans that grow on the snow-capped mountains."

"This soy milk is really delicious!

"It's no wonder Wu has to get some back for everything she says."

Bai Wu listened to everyone's gossip with a smile, her hands kept moving.

The family helped to scoop out the second pot of cooked soybean milk and filter it with a dustpan.

Logically speaking, they should use gauze to filter the boiled soy milk to make tofu, but there are really no such fine things in this world, so they can only make do with a dustpan.

The filtered bean dregs are also very useful. The white wu is directly added with bird eggs, chopped green onion, animal oil and coarse salt to knead into cakes, put them in a bucket, and then bake them as a staple food.

We don't want to eat the food they made for nothing.

After drinking the soy milk, everyone went back to their nests one after another, and took out all kinds of things to give to Bai Wu.

The people of the clan are too simple and warm.

Baiwu simply invites everyone to eat bean dregs cakes.

These pancakes were baked on a hot slate until they were browned. The scent of onion and animal oil intertwined, and under the background of the aroma of beans, it was upgraded to a deeper and more rounded scent.

This is the first time everyone has seen this kind of food, and it is also the first time that they know that spicy herb can be used not only for dressing wounds, but also for eating. It tastes very good.

Someone said on the spot that tomorrow they would dig some spicy weeds and plant them on the side of the nest, and they could pinch some whenever they wanted to eat, which attracted everyone's support.

Bai Wu's nest has never been so lively.

The clansmen laughed one after another.

Bai Wu originally thought that it would be difficult to make tofu, but he didn't expect to filter out all the bean dregs without knowing it while laughing.

Boil the filtered soybean milk, put it in several buckets, scoop some brine, and slowly pour the brine into it while stirring.

The soy milk quickly condensed into flocs, and yellow slurry was also precipitated.

After the soy milk basically turns into flocculent and yellow slurry, Baiwu scoops the flocs into the dustpan, and puts a bucket under it, so that the white flocs stay in the dustpan and the water leaks down.

When the water is almost leaked, the tofu will be made.

The onlookers saw that Bai Wu had made soy milk like magic, and now he made tofu, their eyes were wide open.

Bai Wu asked An to bring a bowl and scoop up the tofu that was not fully cooked for everyone.

This kind of tofu with more water content is tofu flower.

The bean curd made with gypsum will be more tender and smoother. Baiwu has no experience, and I don’t know the difference. taste.

A spoonful of warm tofu flower with a spoonful of insect honey, served in a black pottery bowl, looks indescribably beautiful.

For a while, no one was willing to touch the spoon.

Bai Wu greeted everyone, "Taste it, if you don't have enough, scoop it up."

Only then did someone come back to their senses.

For a moment, the sound of the collision of spoons and bowls sounded softly, followed by another sound of exclamation.

Bai Wu also bowed his head and tasted the tofu flower.

The bean curd flower is a bit old and a little scumbag, but the bean flavor is very strong, and the insect honey is also very sweet, and the two match just right.

tasty.

You can get some more next time.

"Wu, how did you get so many delicious things?"

When Bai Wu heard someone calling him, he raised his head and smiled, "I dreamed that someone told me that beans can be eaten like this, so I tried it."

"This must be the revelation of the beast god! Wu, you are such a lucky sub-orc."

The orcs and sub-orcs in the tribe had enough to eat and drink, chatting around Baiwu's nest.

Bai Wu seldom chatted with the orcs and sub-orcs in the tribe, and took the opportunity to ask a lot of things he wanted to know.

He knows a lot about food, but he doesn't know as much as the orcs and sub-orcs about various things in this world.

Everyone was very enthusiastic, no matter whether they were orcs or sub-orcs, whether they were elders or juniors, they all knew everything.

The tofu in the dustpan gradually drained of water under the action of gravity.The water leaked into the wooden barrel below, leaking most of the barrel of muddy yellow water.

Bai Wu carried the water to the trough to feed the sheep.

The ewes are used to life in captivity, so they are not afraid to see him coming. They come here in front of him, sniff the water, and drink with their heads down.

Bai Wu backed away a little, looking at her growing fatter and fatter sheep, with a very gratified expression.

This is a good thing. It is full of protein, much better than clean water. I hope the ewes will produce more milk after drinking it, and the lamb will grow more meat after drinking it.

As night fell, the orcs and sub-orcs left and went back to their nests.

The tofu in the dustpan has been condensed into a whole piece under the action of gravity.

This kind of tofu is not as neat and perfect as the tofu I saw in my previous life, but it has already formed.

Bai Wu touched the tofu with clean hands and felt that it was edible, so he cut the tofu into pieces with a stone knife.

Kishi leaned over, "Is the tofu ready? Is it ready to eat?"

"Not yet, we need to stew for a while." Bai Wu put the tofu in a ceramic bowl, "Take a piece of fat and thin animal meat and stew it. The stewed tofu will be fragrant and tender."

The people around him swallowed neatly.

Bai Wu smiled, showing neat white teeth and curved eyebrows.

Da's partner, Yu, stared at him intently, and when he met his gaze, his cheeks suddenly turned red, and he turned away and rubbed his stomach, saying, "I don't know what's going on? hungry."

An rushed to say: "I am also very hungry, I feel like there is a bottomless pit in my stomach!"

Bai Wu said: "Then I will stew the tofu now, and I will eat stewed tofu tonight."

The whole family is there, washing vegetables, cutting vegetables, and handling meat. Everyone works together, and it's done quickly.

The crocodile meat has been marinated in advance, and now it is cut into large pieces and grilled on a slate brushed with animal oil until it is charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

Put animal oil and animal meat in a large pottery pot, fry slowly on a low heat, then add the pickled shallots last time, after frying the fragrance, remove the fire source, after it cools down slightly, add boiling water to simmer, and then add Slow cooker tofu.

After the river fish is brushed with oil and roasted, put it in a clay pot with boiling water and simmer slowly, then add tofu cut into small pieces.

There are four kinds of dinner.

Okara cake, crocodile meat, stewed tofu and anchovies tofu soup.

There are not many styles, but the amount of dishes is enough.

As night fell, the sky was full of stars.

The dark red flames in the fire pit trembled and licked the clay pot.

The stewed food in the two clay pots gave off a strong aroma.

Everyone sat around the firepit and chatted some gossip.

After the tofu was finally stewed, everyone didn't bother to put it on the plate, and stretched out their chopsticks to pick up the tofu.

The tofu is so tender that no one can get it out in one go, except Bai Wu.

Everyone moved their bowls to the side of the pot one after another, and used them to support them.

Bai Wu reminded, "Be careful it's hot."

After he finished speaking, he picked up a corner of tofu, blew it a few times, and slowly put it into his mouth.

The stewed tofu is full of the smell of meat and sour onions. It is hot and fresh, tender and fragrant. When you sip it lightly, all kinds of flavors melt in your mouth, leaving a touch of sweetness at the end. It is the taste of tofu itself.

Bai Wu ate a mouthful of tofu, gnawed a piece of bean dregs cake, and drank a mouthful of soup. Hot sweat broke out from the tip of his nose, and he relaxed in the evening breeze.

He ate slowly, quietly enjoying the fireworks in the world.

The few people around also kept silent tacitly, only concentrating on enjoying the delicious food in their hands.

Bai Wu ate two pancakes and a large bowl of stewed tofu, and after drinking the soup in the bowl, he stood up and said, "Everyone, eat slowly."

In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on him.

Kishi asked, "Where are you going?"

Bai Wu picked up a small can of soup and stewed tofu that was set aside in advance and put it in a clean basket, and took a stack of bean dregs cakes from the stone slab and put them in, "I'm going to deliver a tofu feast to the priest."

Mo put down the bowl, "I'll go with you."

"No, I can go alone. I want to ask the priest about something."