Chapter 171: Millet dry rice

Putting the golden millet in the black pottery bowl, it looks more moving. The witch who smashed the millet into the pottery bowl took the bowl to his eyes and took a closer look. He felt that this thing was much better than before.
I am even more looking forward to the deliciousness that the child said.
Han Cheng scooped two pits of millet in a row, and the sweat was already flowing down.
He thought for a moment, and called in the limp who was weaving a round wooden raft in the courtyard, and after demonstrating, the work of pounding rice fell into the limp's hands.
Lame has always followed the instructions of the son of God. He waved his two increasingly powerful arms, holding the piece of wood, learning the way of the son of God, and smashing into the pit vigorously.
Under the great punishment, those husks were not allowed to dedicate the privately-hidden corn.
With the lame joining and acting as the main force, Han Cheng suddenly became lighthearted.
He only needs to clean up the lame grains. This is a more meticulous and labor-saving job, which is a little dizzy after repeated blowing.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
The holes of the Qingque tribe sounded dull again and again, but there was a rhythmic crash.
Some sleeping babies were disturbed. They squeezed their eyes and kicked their feet. Two small hands were tightly clenched into small fists, and they were lifted up on both sides of the tilted head, toothless. Mouth, crying, venting his breath of getting up.
The primitive female who was guarding not far went over, picked it up, and put some black into her mouth. The crying little guy instantly calmed down, greedily eating the nectar-like juice.
After eating, he stared with sullen eyes and didn't want to go to sleep. He didn't know what the little man saw or thought of, and grinned silently with his toothless mouth.
It's not wrong for people to use the face of a child to describe the sky in June. Sure enough, they say that they change.
The light gradually appeared to be a little dim hole, and Wu had already stroked all the grains of the head, and now he squatted there, cleaning out the pounded millet with Han Cheng.
He limped on the stick of wood, still chucking the rice tirelessly.
He pounded the rice very quickly, at least compared with Han Cheng, four Han Chengs could almost reach a lame.
There are not many grains in the pot, and he is going to pound it all at once.
Putting a small handful of millet into a large pottery bowl does not reveal much change, but after a small handful of small handfuls are continuously stacked, both large pottery bowls are filled.
A firelight rose from the cave, dispelling the gradually thick darkness, and the twilight outside had just risen, and the inside of the cave had become dark.
This made Han Cheng even more serious about living in a new house earlier.
It was Huo 2 who made the fire. After raising the fire, he picked up the wooden stick that had been placed aside with a mutated hand press drill that had several holes, and rubbed it twice with a rough hand, carefully and solemnly. Put it aside.
The people in charge of cooking are already busy, with a rough style and a very primitive charm.
The one-foot-long salted fish was washed on both sides with clean water, and without a stone knife, it was directly folded into three or four sections by hand and thrown into a new tank containing more than half of it.
On each side of the other fire, a stone wall of one meter long and forty centimeters high was built on each side. On the two walls, there were seven or eight thin sticks soaked in grease.
There is something on each stick, one or two fish of different sizes, or the animal that stepped on the bunny sleeve last night.
A person in charge of barbecue, squatted on the side, turned the sticks from time to time, so that the food on it could be heated more evenly.
After being roasted for a long time, some reddish grease was already reflected by the flame, and it fell on the charcoal below, making a light noise, and at the same time a group of flames flashed away.
This person looked at the busy son carrying a clay pot not far away, and his eyes showed sincere admiration.
Originally, barbecued food required at least three people at the same time to barely serve it.
Moreover, the heat is not easy to control. If you don't manage it, you can rely on the paste. Not to mention wasting food, it will also affect the taste.
Since the son of God made a little transformation and built two such walls, all the problems have been solved.
Seven or eight skewers of food can be placed on both walls at the same time, and there is no need to hold it with your hands. People become a lot lighter, just need to flip it from time to time.
One person does what it takes at least three people to do before, and it doesn't feel too much effort, and the food that is baked is more delicious than before.
Han Cheng is busy shopping for millet. Naturally, he doesn't know that the roaster is looking at him with extremely reverence. The admiration in his heart is like the surging stream of the summer in front of the tribe...
Some of the chaff husks that were not cleaned floated on the surface, and flowed out with some whitish, slightly turbid rice wash water.
After washing four or five times in a row, the half bowl of millet finally became clean.
The washed millet was put into a crock pot, and some clean water was put into it, not too much, almost three centimeters higher than the millet.
Han Cheng asked Huo Er to raise a fire again. He found a few commonly used stones and placed them around the fire separately. He put a crock of millet and water on it, and found a lid to cover it.
The orange-red flame spread from the bottom of the jar, enveloping half of the clay jar.
Han Chengshou personally added firewood to the side to control the heat. The millet dry rice was not easy to control, so it was not easy to get confused.
He was full of energy this time, and he wanted to greet the primitive people in the tribe. Naturally, he had to deal with it carefully.
White smoke overflowed from under the lid of the pot and curled up. After the grain was boiled, the unique fragrance permeated the hole and drilled straight into the nose.
Han Cheng, who has not eaten the staple food for nearly two years~EbookFREE.me~, smelled the long-lost taste, and his eye sockets were a little moist.
The meal was not ready yet, the primitive man hadn't been greedy, he just cried first...
After simmering for a while, he picked up the cleaned long-handled spoon, lifted the lid, stretched it into the crock pot, and started stirring carefully, the purpose is to move the millet at the bottom of the crock pot. Prevent it from being heated for too long to become slush.
After all, I am using a fire method, not the later generations of rice cookers that only need to put rice and water in.
Seeing that there is only a small layer of the soup in the earthenware pot, Han Cheng made the last stir and covered the pot, and then pulled out the two firewoods that were still burning under the earthenware pot and put them aside In the fire boiled the fish soup.
Steaming dry rice in a firewood pot is most important when it is about to be out of the pot, because most of the dry rice is battered at this time.
At this time, you can't use a big fire, use a small fire, or just use the remaining hot charcoal.
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