Chapter 556: All the good things must be exchanged for the Qingque Tribe

There are not many beans, and not many tofu brains. Even if they don't drink much, it is impossible for everyone to drink from Han Chengsheng.
The benefits of power and status can now be demonstrated.
Of course, there is also the deceitful ability of God Son Han.
"Tofu is delicious, and tofu is better, but there are too few beans in our tribe. You have to grow the land well, harvest a lot of beans in autumn, and you will be able to eat a lot of tofu and drink a lot of tofu. It's..."
Lose no time to educate the people in the tribe, such as diligence, and transform some unfair thoughts that may arise because of the gap into the motivation for farming. This is Han Cheng's cunning.
Well, this is a kind of wisdom in life and management.
For the tribe's current vigorous and intriguing atmosphere, Han Cheng likes it very much. Living in such an atmosphere will make people feel sincerely relaxed.
Therefore, in daily life, he will guide people intentionally or unintentionally, and use his actions to protect and maintain such a state.
As for private ownership, this is not anxious, nor can it be anxious.
With regard to the current level of development of the Qingque tribe, and the size of the population, working together, holding a group for warmth is the most suitable model.
These words of Han Cheng, who had already figured out the temperament of primitive humans, were undoubtedly very useful. This can be seen from the movements of slapping their chests.
Seeing these people who are inspiring to plant a lot and grow a lot of beans, Han Cheng nodded with satisfaction.
That's good!
Reaching out and touching the outside of the big tank, I felt that the temperature of the tofu brain was already good, so I started to scoop up the tofu brain in a big pottery bowl and poured it into a square mold made of wood not far away.
The mold is covered with two layers of linen cloth carefully woven by Xuemei Bai to prevent the tofu from leaking out of the holes.
Tofu brains are a little bit small, and only half of them are in the mold.
Han Cheng folded the four corners of the cloth on the inside of the mold diagonally. After tightening, a clean pottery pot filled with some water was placed on it.
There was warm, slightly turbid water dripping down the edges of the mold.
After waiting for a while, seeing that the water dripped slowly, Han Cheng lifted the pot and tightened the cloth tightly.
After about half an hour, the water had fallen very slowly.
Under everyone's gaze, Han Cheng removed the pottery basin and pulled the cloth that was wrapped around it, and then the white, tender and steaming tofu appeared in front of everyone.
Han Cheng smiled. It's not easy to eat tofu these days, but fortunately, I finally got it out!
He couldn't wait to take the bone knife, cut a small piece and put it in the mouth.
The smell of fresh tofu that had just been grinded surrounded him, a long-lost feeling, very wonderful, as if people's pores were opened at this moment.
Wu Ye made a small piece of tofu and sent it to his mouth. This time it didn't melt in the mouth. He felt the existence of tofu.
But as the child said, this thing is very soft, even if it is used without teeth, it can be easily chewed.
Sure enough, it is a food especially suitable for the elderly who have lost their teeth.
But the taste was not as good as expected.
The taste is certainly not as good as expected, after all, this is white tofu that has not been cooked in any way.
Han Cheng squinted, with an arrogant appearance.
How dare you doubt the taste of tofu? It seems that today is a good show.
After this idea was made, I began to figure out how to eat tofu.
Tofu with shallots? This is simple and easy to make, and the hot tofu just out of the pot is just right, because there is no small grinding oil in the tribe.
Mapo tofu?
This is absolutely delicious, if it is really made, it will surely make primitive people want to stop while slurping their mouths, but it is a pity that there are no hot peppers and hot peppers...
Boiled tofu? This can be done, but the taste is weaker.
After thinking about it for a while, Han Cheng felt helpless. He had good ingredients but no corresponding good seasonings, which was extremely distressing.
Fortunately, he was a foodie himself, and he was from a foodie empire. It's really hard for him to eat tofu.
After thinking about it for a while, I got an idea.
At the moment, the minors in the tribe were allowed to leave the tribe and walk towards the river with the fish cage.
With the quiet change of staple food and the decrease of fish in Xiaohe, the Qingque tribe has long gone fishing every day.
Only after a few days or longer will they be captured once.
In the spring, the number of fishing is pitiful, because the son said that many fish are producing seeds at this time.
Arresting one fish may make many fish disappear, which is really not cost-effective.
After thinking carefully, the people of the Qingque tribe felt that the son of God was right.
After all, the millet-like fish roe in the fish's belly is only that little bit different. If they were turned into fish, it would be very different.
Of course, the prerequisite for this is that in addition to fish, the Qingque tribe has other sufficient food to eat.
Without the rest of the food, it would be impossible for the fish in the creek to recover.
The fishing moratorium advocated by Han Cheng was still effective. A dozen minors carried the fish cages and brought back more than 40 catties of fish before midday.
Such an efficiency was not achieved in the previous year.
The caught fish was cleaned and cut into sections, marinated in salt, put some wine to remove the fish, and then Han Jing began to slice the cube-shaped tofu with a bone knife.
Yes, what he was going to make was fish soup tofu.
In fact, if the ingredients are sufficient, fish head tofu soup is the best, but the fish in Xiaohe is now much better than before, and there are many mouths in the tribe.
If only fish heads are used to stew the soup, it would be too extravagant.
After the tofu is cut, the fish in a pot is basically marinated.
Put the fish segments in a large pottery jar, add a little water and simmer for a while, then add a lot of water and put the tofu inside and cover the pot and simmer together.
There is a saying called ‘thousands of boiled tofu and all boiled fish’, which means that tofu, like fish, is an extremely boil-resistant ingredient, and the longer it is stewed, the better the taste.
Of course, the premise is that the water should be turned to a low heat to stew after boiling, otherwise the stewing time will be long and the fish will be boiled.
After cooking for a while, the aroma has begun to spread around.
The novelty of tofu that appeared in the tribe for the first time, coupled with this wonderful fragrance, aroused the gluttons in the belly of the tribe.
Witches, Big Brothers, and Stones, high-ranking foodies from the Qingque tribe, swallowed their saliva around the tank, while the others swallowed while working.
As for the slaves like long legs and grassroots, they just faintly heard that the great child has produced an excellent food. All he can do is to look at the courtyard from a distance and imagine the taste of the new food. How wonderful it should be.
The lid on the big tank was lifted, and white water vapor spread out.
The white, boiled tofu has some small holes and the fish segments are mixed and soaked in the whitish fish soup, and then sprinkled with a few handfuls of emerald green onions, which makes the index finger move.
The ingredients are limited. Except for a few people such as Han Cheng, the rest are only given a small bowl.
But whether there is fish in the bowl or not, there will be some tofu in it.
A small piece of tofu that is only two centimeters wide, four centimeters long, and less than half a centimeter thick is opened in two with a spoon from the middle, and then placed in two bowls for two people to eat. The tricky method of making the dough is very thick. I couldn't help but blush, it was too shabby.
He thought so, but the people in the tribe didn't think so.
They all see the amount of tofu, and it is indeed not much.
Many of them are ready to wait until autumn before eating tofu~EbookFREE.me~ What I didn't expect is that the son of God actually let everyone eat tofu today.
Both of them are warm in their hearts. Under such emotions, six points of taste can be eaten for twelve points.
In addition, there is little tofu, which everyone cherishes, and the taste of fish soup tofu is really good, so after a meal, everyone who ate it is full of praise for tofu.
It also made everyone determined to serve beans well, and to eat tofu every day like millet.
The flavor of the fish soup was stewed into the tofu. After taking a bite, he chewed in his mouth, Han Cheng squinted his eyes comfortably...
The wind blows without summer heat, the bamboo forest is swaying, and the emerald green bamboo leaves seem to cheer for this historic moment.
Three days later, the caravan of the Qingque tribe set off again, and they, who had already tasted the sweetness from the transaction, determined to exchange all the good things back to the tribe.