Transmigrated To Ancient Times To Farm And Build A Kingdom

afternoon.

The Heluo tribe gradually became lively.

In the morning, the clansmen who went out to hunt and gather returned home one after another.

The tribesmen passed by the tribal square and saw Changxia and Xyomi carrying wooden barrels, pouring fruit powder into the barrels, and adding water to the barrels.

Not long after, leisure clansmen gathered around.

In twos and threes, the quiet tribal square became lively.

"Xylophone, why do you soak fruit powder?" He Yun asked. She put down the basket, squatted next to the water tank to wash her hands, and stared curiously at the movements of Chang Xia and the others.

Xylophone said: "Chang Xia wants to try making dry powder."

"To make dry powder, why is this fruit powder soaked?" Tian Luo approached. She returned early today and had already had lunch. Seeing that the Tribal Square was very lively, I came over to see what happened.

"The wet powder we made before is easy to break in the sun and is not durable. Chang Xia and I will try other methods. If you are interested, please take a look at it..." Xylophone explained.

If they really succeeded in making dry powder, they would have to ask He Yun and the others for their help.

So, Xylophone decided to keep everyone.

I heard——

The snail stepped forward to take the bucket from Chang Xia and began to soak the fruit powder.

He Yun didn't have lunch, and Xylophone asked her to go home before coming back.

Other clansmen nearby, either helping or watching, all gathered around.

Chang Xia simply chose a shady corner to sit, and quietly watched the clansmen talking in the square, it was so lively!

pity.

The rainy season has a lot of rain.

What the weather will be like tomorrow is still unknown.

In the afternoon, Tribal Square was never quiet. Because the fruit powder is not ready after soaking and drying, it is not possible to make powder by hand. So, the tribe began to boil thatch root sugar.

The sweet and greasy fragrance smells refreshing.

The clansmen didn't fight for it, they boiled it one by one, and no one was lazy or slippery at all.

"Chang Xia—" the xylophone shouted.

Chang Xia got up, still holding the thatch root candy that the clansman gave her just now in her mouth, "Xylophone Amu, the wet fruit powder is almost dry, you can start kneading it into a dough."

Accompanied by Chang Xia's words, xylophone, river and cloud all started.

Not far away, the water in the stone pot had already boiled, and there was cold water in a wooden barrel beside it. Except for the clansmen who planned to make flour, no one else stepped forward, and stood curiously not far away.

Xylophone said that if it can be successfully made into dry powder.

From now on, the tribe will make flour.

Then take dry powder and exchange it with other tribes.

Dry powder, just like the peppers from the lion clan and seaweed sugar from the bear clan, the Heluo tribe will also have something that belongs to the panther clan.

Thinking about it, the clansmen became very excited.

Although the Heluo tribe is rich, who would dislike good things and make them more?

"Chang Xia, how big is the dough?" He Yun asked.

Chang Xia thought for a while and said: "Two fists are big, don't need to be too big, it's inconvenient to cook if it's too big." Actually, it can still be steamed. However, compared with boiling, the speed of steaming is too slow, so it is better to cook faster.

Xylophone and Heyun knead the dough, and snails are responsible for squeezing the flour.

The one who cooks the noodles is an old female of the tribe—Grandma Wu. At the same time, Grandma Wu is still in charge of the tribal kiln. Before, when the tribe boiled the red maple sap, Grandma Wu was also in charge of the heat.

The one who washes the powder is a male named Mutuo.

Chang Xia originally planned to dry the washed powder, but was rejected by Mu Tuo.

There was no way, Chang Xia stood by and stared. See which process is wrong, and then speak to remind the tribe. After all, it was the first time to make flour, and all the clan members were a little nervous.

Soon, the dough kneaded by Xylophone River Cloud began to be cooked in a stone pot.

When the dough is half-cooked, take it out, and start pouring it into a stone mortar for beating. This part was taken by the tribesmen who watched from the sidelines. After repeated beating, the half-cooked noodles became more sticky, and then they were taken out and kneaded into noodles. The snails were taken and pressed.

The squeezed vermicelli fell directly into the boiling stone pot——

The boiling water rolled over and the vermicelli began to change color.

Granny Wu has a strong figure, and before Muto got up, she took out the cooked vermicelli and poured it into a wooden bucket filled with cold water.

Mu Tuo hurriedly got up and began to knead and wash the vermicelli with a powder sieve.

Repeat several times.

"Mutuo, is the fan broken?" Xylophone came and asked.

Mu Tuo said: "Yes, but very few."

Hearing this, the clansman smiled happily.

In the sky, the setting sun gradually sinks into the horizon, leaving only the last afterglow.

Tribal Square is very lively.

The clansmen who returned home gathered around the square, and all the clansmen looked eagerly at the fans drying in the corner of the square.

These fans are either grouped together or placed randomly.

The shapes are different, but they don't dampen the excitement of the people of the clan.

"Chang Xia, dry powder is made?" Nan Feng excitedly said.

She and Nuan Chun squeezed in, looking excitedly at the powder sieve where fans were drying. The powder sieves are placed on wooden shelves one by one, not many in number, but there are dozens of them.

Fortunately, Chang Xia did not soak much fruit powder today, otherwise the tribal powder sieve might not be enough.

Chang Xia smiled and explained: "At present, it seems to be done, but the details can only be confirmed after it is dried."

This said.

Nanfeng and the others understand that dry powder is probably a success.

"Chang Xia, do you want to soak some more fruit powder tonight?" Xylophone walked over with a happy face, glanced at Nanfeng, and said nothing.

"Should we soak it tonight?" Chang Xia said, "How about... wait until tomorrow morning to see how the fans are doing before soaking the fruit powder?" Chang Xia thought it would be better to be steady, but the xylophone waved his hand.

"Chang Xia, you can definitely make dry powder with this method." Xylophone affirmed.

If it wasn't for the rainy season, Xylophone would have wished to grind all the ginkgo fruits stored in the cave into powder, then soak the fruit powder, and make them into dry powder for storage.

"Okay!" Chang Xia nodded, she handed over the decision to xylophone, let her choose how much fruit powder to soak, "It may rain tomorrow, I can't estimate how much fruit powder should be soaked, xylophone, you can decide."

Hearing this, Xylophone turned to discuss with He Yun.

On the side, the clansmen circled around the wooden racks where fans were drying.

One by one was too excited.

As it was getting dark, Chang Xia talked to Xylophone, and prepared to go back to the cave with half a basket of fans in a rattan basket. After working for a long time, Chang Xia said that he didn't want to cook at night.

Pack the fans from the Tribal Square and go back to the cave dwelling, just eat the anaconda snake bone soup at noon, just eat whatever you want. Shen Rong didn't come to the tribal square, so I don't know if he went home?

"Nanchun, Shankun?" Chang Xia asked.

Nuan Chun hugged the twin cubs, and replied, "I'm digging tree pipes with Shen Rong—"

"Hey! Are we going to do it now?" Chang Xia said in surprise.

"Shen Rong said that the canals should be built as soon as possible, so that the clansmen living in Baihu Cave will not have to worry about carrying water. Shankun Yadong and the others are very excited, and they look forward to bringing the water from the small river here as soon as possible." Nuan Chun said.

Listening to Shen Rong's description, they were equally excited.

"Where are they?" Chang Xia asked again.

Nanfeng pouted, and said, "They are all in the courtyard of your cave dwelling. Seeing that you haven't returned so late, Shen Rong, let us go to the tribe to find you..."

Listen to this.

Chang Xia was slightly embarrassed, an unnatural blush flashed across his face.

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