I Am Not a Savage Chapter 144

The first, fourth and fourth chapters of taste bud function should be strengthened from childhood

In the past half a year, the people of the tribe have been too hard. Yunchuan is ready to reward these hard-working tribesmen so that they can work harder in the next year.

Hard work, these two words are not adjectives, but a measure word with a serious past tense, because hard work always belongs to yesterday and belongs to the past. As for new hard work, it has not yet appeared, that is a hope.

Hopeful people generally work hard, so the two are not contradictory, but are perfectly unified by reality.

Yunchuan is more willing to compare this process with the behavior of proliferation, tired-and happy.

Since there is a banquet, wine is indispensable. Yunchuan has a lot of rice in his hands, so he can experiment as much as he can.

The work of collecting ingredients has started a month ago.

The 16 best-grown pigs, the most beautiful 16 sheep, the 16 beautiful female deer, one injured cow, and three injured, but there has been no good donkey, a thousand catties of all kinds of bacon, The fattest fish in the five hundred big rivers, one hundred chickens, plus the peaches from three trees that Yunchuan deliberately left on the tree without picking it.

The peaches are already ripe on the tree, but the peaches on these three trees mature later than other peach trees. Even so, there are a lot of peaches that naturally fall. I don't know if it can satisfy the whole family. idea.

These things are the basic ingredients Yunchuan prepares for the Big Moon Dinner.

Yunchuan never eats moon cakes before, but he buys them every year. Of course, even though no one sells them now, Yunchuan is ready to make them.

It is not a good mooncake festival without children competing for mooncakes.

Therefore, the preparation for the Big Moon Dinner in Yunchuan started with the carving of moon cake molds.

When Abu Xizizi walked in, Yunchuan just carved a moon cake mold, knocked out the peach wood chips inside, and used a knife to make the pattern clearer. The three moon cake molds connected together were ready. .

Abu took a look at it for a while and asked, "What is this for?"

Yun Chuan said, "We want to eat, and the moon must also eat. The kind of food made from this thing is the food for the moon. Of course, he is far away in the sky and can only look at it. After the sacrifice, we still have to be Eat it."

"How can people eat God's food?" Abu seemed to look down on humans, as if he were not human.

Yun Chuan glanced at Abu and said, "Remember, all gods who can share food with humans are good gods. If they are just above the top and don't care about their ass, they are not good gods."

"God is good or bad?"

"Of course, how do you think the world's disasters, sufferings, and illnesses happen? A good **** can make you a year of good weather, abundant grains, disease-free and disaster-free, and everything goes well, bad gods can bring heavy rains, floods, Droughts, landslides and cracks, and diseases."

"In that case, why don't we sacrifice to these disaster-controlling gods? Maybe our sacrifices please him, and he won't bring disasters."

Yun Chuan stood up, shook off the peach sawdust from his clothes, and looked at Dahe Road: "Abu, how are we to Xuanyuan?"

Abu nodded and said, "We treat him sincerely."

"Then, you come and tell me, since we are so good to Xuanyuan, why does he bring people to burn our rice fields?"

"Xuanyuan's bad guy!"

"Yes, for a bad guy, no matter how much good things you offer or how much respect you give him, they will never be soft when the disaster is released.

He will not show mercy to you because you respect and love him. He will only think that you are weak and that you can be bullied and ravaged.

Abu, I have only recently realized this truth. In the face of bad guys, we must fight. Only fight can make him think that you are as powerful as him. Knowing that you will not bow your head to him out of fear. Instead, they will be very polite to you.

So, for those who have helped us and given us favors, or God, we must be full of respect. For those who have hurt us and are sorry for us, we must ignore them and kill them when necessary. It's not impossible. "

"Patriarch, man, can really kill the gods?"

Yunchuan smiled and said, "As long as we are strong enough to kill the gods, we will definitely do it."

"So, the moon **** is a good god?"

"It can't be said so much, it's just that, she is really beautiful."

As soon as Yunchuan's voice fell, he heard a series of thunders screaming outside the window. Abu's panicked eyes rolled around. He always felt that what the patriarch had just said was heard by the gods.

Yunchuan opened the window, pointed at the lightning in the distance, and said to Abu: "Look, this is just incompetent rage."

Abu was very scared, because he saw a huge rain curtain falling from the sky to the world, and he was leaping towards Peach Blossom Island from a distance.

The patriarch was obviously not afraid. He still held a bowl of rice wine and bowed to the coming rain curtain. Then, after drinking it dry, he said to Abu: "Go ahead, it's raining heavily, don't you have a lot of things? Do it?"

Abu ran out in a hurry.

On a rainy day, it was a good time to brew maltose. Yunchuan opened the linen cloth on a huge basket. The malt in the basket was already half an inch long, and it was just used to brew maltose.

Making maltose has always been something Yunchuan likes to do. Although there are many processes involved in grinding, steaming, filtering, and boiling, he likes to watch the rain while slowly waiting for the maltose to be dried by the flame.

He remembers that when he was very young, his mother liked to make maltose. Whenever his mother's maltose was about to be boiled, he would put a wooden stick in the pot and wind it around until the reddish-brown maltose. Only when it is full of wooden sticks will it escape with this tuft of maltose, and this tuft can be eaten for a whole day.

Kuafu and the others are busy slaughtering pigs and sheep under another bamboo shed. Because it is the slack time in the farming period, there are many people watching and helping.

However, the most popular thing is the pig urine bubble. This thing is too embarrassing. Yunchuan asked Kuafu and the others to cut it off. Then, there were children who picked up the pig urine bubble and ran away, looking for a straw. Continue to blow into the pig urine bubble, while blowing, while mixing with fine loess and slowly knead it, and then a miracle occurs. The pig's bladder will miraculously expand after this series of processes. Using fine twine to help the opening, a nearly perfect ball appeared. Then, a large group of children braved the heavy rain and kicked pig urine on the platform. It seemed that one less kick would be a disadvantage.

The corpses of pigs, sheep and deer were hung under the bamboo shed, and a few idlers flicked the pine branches to drive away the flying flies, not allowing them to approach or giving them a chance to lay eggs on the meat.

Compared with the mountain of fresh meat on the man's side, the situation on the woman's side is even more talkative.

Not to mention anything else, as long as you take a look at the twenty full steamed buns, this kind of scene is absolutely difficult to see. Looking at the mainland, only the Yunchuan area can afford such food.

There are not only steamed buns, but also a variety of pancakes. Although they are not made with white flour, the dark ones are less vigorous, but such things are still the only beauty in this world.

Yunchuan not only has to boil maltose, but also see how tofu is made.

Speaking of it, tofu is the most wonderful food Yunchuan brings to this world.

Soybeans are indispensable in the tribe. They are ground into a slurry of water. After filtering out the impurities, they are put into a large pot and boiled. When the vapor is almost evaporated, some brine is ordered. Then, under the magical chemical action, Tofu brain appeared.

The first pot of tofu brains had no chance of being pressed into tofu. Everyone wanted to taste this magical food. Therefore, after the whole clan took a bite, the pot of tofu brains disappeared.

Tofu can meet most of the body's plant protein needs. If there is no meat, tofu is the best protein supplement.

Let the heavy rain let him down, people were very busy, and everyone didn't care about the sudden heavy rain.

Compared with the heavy rain, people are more concerned about the maltose cooked by the patriarch and the tofu brain that will be cooked.

After the patriarch wrapped the tofu brain in a linen cloth, put it in a wooden box, and then closed the lid, and finally let Kuafu press a stone on it, it is said that by the afternoon, the tofu is considered a success.

"Patriarch, the sun is out."

Abu was probably the only person in the entire tribe who cared about the heavy rain. He always felt that the patriarch was too bold in doing things and was too inconsiderate when speaking.

Yunchuan didn't care about Abu's worries at all. A large chunk of maltose was cooked just right. After sprinkling some cooked wheat noodles on a huge wooden board, he threw a large chunk of maltose on top~www.mtlnovel.com ~ When the temperature of the sugar drops a little bit and your hands can touch it, start vigorously tanning.

When Abu spoke, Yunchuan had hung this huge piece of maltose on a clean tree stump. Kuafu, who had already washed his hands and was eager to try, began to tear the maltose vigorously.

This is a hard work, very suitable for Kuafu. He tore a large piece of syrup into a strip, then hung it back and tore it again. According to Yunchuan, it must be pulled quickly enough for a hundred and eight times. .

When the red-brown syrup was torn by Kuafu to become milky white, Yunchuan worked with Kuafu to stretch the syrup as hard as possible, until the syrup was no longer tenacious and began to become brittle, Yunchuan prepared the scallions.

People like Abu are not qualified to taste this kind of food that requires courage, strength, and skill to make.

After each child was assigned a piece the size of a fingernail, Yunchuan believed that it was this candy onion that had planted the seeds of delicious food in their hearts.

Some people can forget, and some things can be forgotten. Only the food that opened the heart for the first time can not be forgotten, nor can it be forgotten.

Chapter end