Chapter 865: 2 useful crops

This conspicuous plant has long and narrow leaves, similar to those of corn.
But there is also a big difference. The leaves are much narrower than corn, and they are more similar to the sorghum called sorghum in Han Cheng's later home.
However, there are many differences from the shu millet in Han Cheng's memory, but it is more similar to another thing he knows well.
This kind of thing is called sweet millet.
The so-called sweet millet is similar to the sugarcane in the south, but has many different things from sugarcane.
In the growing climate, things like sweet millet grow in a place relatively to the north, and have less demand for heat and water than sugar cane.
In addition, the sections of sweet millet stems are very long, and each section is roughly comparable to two or three sections of sugarcane.
But it is much finer than sugar cane.
The difference in appearance between the two is very similar to the difference between corn stalk and sorghum stalk.
And sugarcane is generally purple or red, while sweet millet is basically green.
When Han Cheng was a child, sweet millet was definitely a very attractive and good thing, especially for children.
There is a place to start a meeting, go all the way to the theater with the adults, and be able to eat a bit of sweet millet, it is very happy.
However, like most rural children at that time, what Han Cheng ate the most was not the sweet corn stalks that needed to be paid for, but the grown-ups who hoeed the ground or mowed the grass and ate the small corn stalks that had not grown.
In the cornfield, there will always be a lot of corn that has not grown due to various factors, usually only the thickness of an adult's pinky.
Such corn stalks are only a little bit big even if they are corn.
However, compared with those strong corn stalks, this kind of corn stalks that are not open are sweeter, especially the part from the root to the position of the corn.
So it is often cut down by adults with a sickle, and the leaves on it are removed, leaving only the pole for the children who follow to eat it as a sweet millet pole.
Not to mention, this is really a good thing to coax children.
At least Han Cheng had never been coaxed by his family with such things when he was a child.
Cut five or seven roots with a sickle, and then put Han Cheng and these fine corn stalks in the shade of the ground, and the adults began to the ground with straw hats.
As for Han Cheng, he will definitely not make people disturbed before he finishes eating the corn stalks.
After all, the children of that era had an extraordinary desire for sweetness, and this kind of small corn stalks were more enjoyable than the white grass roots.
At this time, Han Cheng was naturally happy to see this kind of sweet corn sticks here that looked very similar to the one in memory.
If this kind of thing is really sweet millet, it means that my tribe will have a very good snack in the future.
This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that the juice of this sweet millet can be used to boil sugar.
The sugar made from this kind of thing must taste purer than the fruit sugar made from the fruit.
More importantly, the output of this kind of thing is definitely much higher than the output of fruit sugar.
If you want to know whether this kind of thing is the sweet millet in memory, it is not easy to determine the similar appearance. The most direct and effective way is to distinguish it with teeth.
It's the same as how to tell if a chicken is young.
So Han Cheng took a sickle from the entourage, and hit the thicker edge that resembled a sweet millet rod.
After cutting it off, use a sickle to chop off the ungrown tips, and then remove the leaves that grow on it. Hold the sickle against the remaining pole and scrape it back and forth, with a layer of hoarfrost. They all fell to the ground.
The action is very skillful.
After it was done, he couldn't wait to bring the root end to his mouth, biting with his teeth and peeling off a piece of skin.
In a short while, the bottom verse was completely removed by Han Cheng.
After biting down and chewing slowly, some sweetness spreads in the mouth.
But this kind of sweetness is very weak, the taste is not good, it seems a bit hard to chew, and there is more scum and less juice.
Moreover, this sweetness is not very authentic, with some green flavor.
Such a situation is within Han Cheng's acceptance.
After all, the sweet millet planted in later generations was not known as the result of how many years and generations of domestication had taken place. The things he encountered now were the kind that grew wildly in the primitive age.
Moreover, it is not a good time to produce sweet millet, usually it will not fully grow until autumn.
The one I started just now can only be regarded as a seedling that has just opened, and it is very good to have some slight sweetness.
As for the not-so-good green taste, it is also a normal phenomenon.
Looking at the original piece of sweet millet in front of him, and feeling the taste in his mouth, Han Cheng’s face is full of smiles. To him, being able to encounter something like sweet millet here is really beyond him. Surprise expected.
It's something I didn't think about here at all.
In later generations, Han Cheng did not know whether there was such a thing as sweet millet in the Sichuan Basin.
But now I don’t know how many years it is until later generations. It’s not uncommon for something like this to happen.
"God, what is this?"
When the people who followed saw their son took a bite of something that hadn't been seen before, they couldn't hold back a smile and couldn't help but ask.
There are even many people whose heartbeats can't help but become faster, thinking that what their son is eating now is the rice that has been told to them not long ago and has an extremely important role.
"This is a sweet millet! It tastes very sweet after ripening, and it can be used to boil sugar. The boiled sugar is sweeter than fruit candy.
It can be eaten raw, just like I did just now, but if I eat too much, blood blisters are easy to grind out of my mouth. "
Han Cheng held up the immature sweet millet in his hand, which had been brutally brutally crushed by him, and said to everyone with a smile.
After hearing that this kind of thing is not rice, the people in the tribe could not help but feel a little disappointed. However, after learning about the use of sweet millet stems from Han Cheng, all these disappointments disappeared and all turned into Thick surprise.
Compared with the people of later generations, people living in this era are even more difficult to refuse sweetness. After all, before Han Cheng tinkered with fruit candy, people in the tribe had never eaten real candy.
The sweetness can only be experienced from some fruits.
Those who have eaten fruit candies are very impressed by the goodness of the candies. The sweet taste seems to be sweet from the mouth to the heart.
Now, listening to their son said that this kind of thing called sweet millet can actually cook sugar that is sweeter than fruit candy, which is naturally exciting.
Looking at this piece of sugarcane, green light appeared in each eye.
A breeze blew, the sweet millet rod shook, and the respective leaves collided with each other, making a sound of ‘swarthy’, as if feeling the murderous aura from a group of foodies, shivering there.
These people, regardless of whether it was trembling or not, all followed Han Cheng's appearance, cut some with a sickle, peeled off the skin with their teeth, and started to eat.
"Eat less, just two bites for one person."
Han Cheng said to everyone in a timely manner.
Although he has basically determined that this kind of thing is sweet millet, it is not yet autumn at this time, and there is still a certain chance of admitting wrong.
There is always nothing wrong with being careful.
Of course everyone listened very much to Han Cheng's words. Although some people wanted to eat more, after hearing Han Cheng's words, they stopped eating.
However, the last bite that Senior Brother 2 bit down was so big that it was almost impossible to turn it over in his mouth.
The unexpected appearance of sweet millet rods suddenly aroused the atmosphere of the team. Everyone looked at these sweet millet rods for a while, and erected two poles to make this place more conspicuous. After Han Cheng Led by him, he walked a distance downstream, and then began to cross this swampy area to the east.
As he walked, Han Cheng looked at the surrounding plants, trying to find the traces of rice.
There is a saying called "Fu Wushuang is here today, and misfortunes do not come alone." This sentence can not be more suitable for the Qingque tribe, which is now headed by Han.
With everyone, but not much distance inside, Han Cheng saw something that surprised him extremely!
About seven or eight meters away from him, a piece of plants grows. These plants are mixed with green and green leaves. The leaves are also a bit narrow and long, but they are much smaller than the leaves of the sweet millet that I saw not long ago.
Moreover, unlike many grass plants that creep on the water or on the ground, these plants are taller and grow upright toward the top.
It's very similar to the rice that Han Chengxinnian.
"Stop!"
Han Cheng shouted to everyone, his voice trembling involuntarily.
After hearing Han Cheng's voice, everyone stopped and turned their attention to Han Cheng.
After seeing their gods staring at a plant not far away, they were extremely excited, everyone suddenly became excited, and the heartbeat of some people couldn't help beating violently again.
The second brother even felt that his mouth was a little dry and his breathing was a little short.
The stone not far from Han Cheng has already fixed his gaze on the plant not far away, and his heart is beating non-stop, like beating a drum.
"God... Son of God, this... is this water... rice?"
The stone stretched out his hand and wiped some clear water snot that was involuntarily flowing out because of being too excited, and his words were a little stuttered.
"I... I'm not... not so sure!"
Han Cheng, who also stuttered, replied like this.
Fortunately, Han Cheng who spoke just like this, if it were someone else, it could not be said that many people in the tribe would have to vomit.
What the hell? You don't know if it's right, what are you doing so excited?
Han Cheng really didn't talk nonsense here, he really wasn't sure at the moment whether the things in front of him were rice.
The best way to identify something like rice is when there are flowering or heavy ears after the ears have grown. It is easy to distinguish it from other similar weeds.
Of course, if it is a seedling that is neatly planted in a paddy field in later generations, even if it is just planted, it can be easily distinguished from the rest. After all, it is impossible for people to plant the rest in the paddy field. grass.
There are many weeds similar to seedlings. For example, the barnyardgrass in the ‘grain barnyard’ is very similar to rice when it is seedling, which is easy to confuse people.
In the hometown where Han Cheng later lived, the main crops were wheat, corn, peanuts, and soybeans. They were basically dry land. Only a small amount of paddy fields could be found under the small earth dam.
When I was young, I planted some rice in a paddy field that was allocated to each family every year. After harvesting, I would eat it myself.
When it gets bigger, these paddy fields are basically deserted, and no one grows rice anymore, even soybeans.
So speaking of it, he is far from familiar with rice and wheat and other crops.
At this time, it's silly to be confused as to whether the rice in front of me is the rice of my heart or some weeds similar to rice.
"Let's take a look."
Han Cheng said this, and started walking with the rest of the people towards the plant that was suspected of rice.
Stopping in front of this plant, Han Cheng began to look down at these plants carefully.
It looks very similar to the rice in my memory, but at the same time it feels like some rice-like weeds I have seen. It is very uncomfortable. The mood is like a roller coaster, up and down, tangled.
After tangling like this for a while, Han Cheng could not help but see the dry grass stalks that had fallen in the water, or the dry grass stalks that had not fallen down.
Because on some of the dry grass stems, some still have some stalks after the ears.
But basically no fruit exists.
From last autumn to now, almost half a year has passed. Under the wind, sun and rain, many mature fruits have fallen into the water.
These newly grown rice-like things are witnesses.
As for those who are more nostalgic and stay in the arms of their mothers and do not want to leave the fruit, they basically enter the belly of the bird.
Judging from the muddy ground and the droppings of the birds on the grass, we know that these birds often come here to catch the autumn breeze.
However, the autumn breeze of birds is still inferior to humans.
Just like now.
"See if there are no seeds on it!"
Han Cheng said to the people around him, and he himself, already stretched out his hands and started groping on a hay ear in front of him. After receiving the order, the others all followed his way and faced the dried grass stalk. Moved his hand.
During this process, everyone was very careful, trying not to step on these rice plants, just as they used to weed the crops in the tribal fields.
"God! Here are some!"
After a while, a person shouted excitedly and spread out his callous palms.
There are several small fruits in his palm.
"Take it over and let me see!"
After hearing such a voice, Han Cheng's heart jumped violently, and he suddenly raised his head and looked at the person's palm. After this glance, the whole person's heart couldn't help beating violently again, dong It was like beating a drum, and the whole person was a little bit too excited.
The rest of the people who heard the man's words suddenly raised their heads at the same moment, and many surprises, expectations, and scorching eyes focused on this man.
And that person, because he had found something that might be extremely important to the tribe, his face flushed with excitement, and his body was trembling a little uncontrollably.
He couldn't wait to move towards the place where Han Cheng was. After taking a step, he suddenly woke up. He hurriedly closed his open palms, his fists clenched tightly, for fear that if he was not careful, the few fruits in his hand Will be missing in general.
After Han Cheng said that sentence, the whole was also going towards this person. After a while, the two met.
"God, Son of God..."
This person said excitedly, and slowly spread out the palms of the tightly held hands, and at the same time put the other hand underneath, ready for protection.
As a son of God, Han Cheng's state is no better than this person, and he doesn't know where to put his excited hands.
It's not that he hasn't seen the world, but because he can't finish eating rice that can be dumped at will in future generations. In this era, it is extremely important for him and their tribe!
A new kind of food, but food that has been proven by thousands of years or even longer history, is very important for a tribe, or the entire age.
He raised his hand and shook it vigorously to calm his hand a little, and then cautiously pinched a small fruit from the tribe’s trembling palm, and placed it in front of him. Look at it.
The fruit is not big, and the two ends are somewhat pointed, and the color appears a little black because of long-term exposure to wind and sun.
Even so, Han Cheng was extremely obsessed, as if he had seen the best scenery and the most precious treasure, with a foolish smile on his face.
After watching this smirk for a while, he pinched it with his fingers, then pinched it with his nails, and began to carefully peel off the outer shell.
Although I have told myself countless times in my heart, as a person who has come from a later life and has seen the world, and is also the of the Qingque tribe, now I am just facing a small grain of rice. Worth the excitement?
It must be calm, to maintain a tall and mighty image in the hearts of everyone, and it cannot behave like a bun who has never seen the world.
But when it started peeling, my hands still couldn't help shaking slightly.
After a short while, Han Cheng peeled off one of the two pointed fruits, revealing a little white, and at the same time a color with a hazy and transparent feeling.
Although Han Cheng had basically determined that this was rice when he saw the fruits held in the hands of the tribe, he peeled off the shells and saw that he was familiar with it. After a little unfamiliar color, my heart was completely relieved, and a strong joy came to my heart.
The son Han Da, who was so happy that he had been hit by a fart, continued to move his hands. After a short while, all the shells on the outside of the fruit were peeled off.
A small fruit fell in his palm.
This is a small grain of rice, showing an irregular cylindrical shape, white in color, and a slightly translucent feeling. It is not as good as the polished rice bought in later generations, and it is not as big as the common rice grain in later generations, about half its size. But Han Cheng was still overjoyed.
Because this is a grain of rice!
After Han Cheng picked up a grain of grain from this man, the people who followed all gathered around, one by one stretched their heads, staring at the movements of their gods with scorching eyes, and started at Han Cheng When peeling the rice, their hearts all followed their throats.
At this moment, seeing the unusually good-looking fruit in the hands of the son of God, and seeing the bright smile on his face that ate magpie shit, everyone laughed stupidly.
Especially after thinking of the various benefits of rice that the child said before, the smiles on everyone's faces became more intense.
"You peel it."
Han Cheng picked up a few grains of rice in the hands of the person who found the rice, gave one of them back to the person, and gave the other grains to the second brothers and younger brothers who were standing closer, and asked them to peel them together. , Let them share this joy together.
The few people who received the grains were all excited to learn Han Cheng's appearance, using their nails to peel off the husks outside the grains. After a while, several similar grains of rice appeared in their hands.
Everyone cautiously placed it in their palms and watched them carefully before their eyes, only to find it extremely beautiful.
When watching, everyone dared not come out, worried that this extremely precious thing would be dropped.
A few grains of rice began to circulate in the hands of everyone, and everyone personally touched this new grain of great significance for the tribe.
Finally, these grains of rice returned to Han Cheng's hands.
Hold some of these grains of rice in his hand~EbookFREE.me~ Look at the tribe people with giggly smiles, and then look at the sparse and dense rice growing in front of you, Han Cheng smiles likewise. Is a fool.
Under Han Cheng's gesture, everyone once again touched the old rice that had not been touched before, looking for some rice that might have survived.
When doing this, everyone was cautious, for fear of stepping on these precious seedlings.
After some searching, Han Cheng and the others found about a hundred rice grains with husks.
Marking this area where rice grows is eye-catching, Han Cheng and his group in a very good mood continue to step on the muddy water and walk towards the front, leaving a line of marks.
In the process of going back, they found several pieces of rice growing in large or small areas near this area where rice was growing, and got some rice with husks.
But after being far away from here, I never met again...
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