I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

Because of the need for religious people, Mu Feng has to wait now. After a while, Mian Yinzi is almost done. When the people arrive, he can "start".

Looking at this moment, Mu Feng handed in the task: "System, hand in the task!"

The system prompts: "Stone milling is completed, and 200 achievement points will be obtained!

Complete the production of Ruo Li, get 200 achievement points!

The cooking utensils are made, and 200 achievement points are obtained!

Find the liongrass and get 200 achievement points!

Find plantain and get 200 achievement points!

Found that perilla can be used, get 200 achievement points!

The current achievement point is: 1900 points! "

Mu Feng thought of the 900 points left in the previous exchange for the Great Earth Dao Art. Recently, he spent another 200 points, and the data was not bad, so he nodded secretly.

What surprised him was the sudden increase of so many achievement points, and he suddenly felt rich.

"System, how many achievement points will the steamed buns make?" He calculated it mentally, "how to make steamed buns is also something that has changed the eating habits of human beings, and the achievement points can't be lowered anyway."

The system answered: "After making the buns, you can get 500 achievements!"

"500 achievements?" Mu Feng muttered, "so few, didn't you get a thousand achievements for making fire before?"

System: "A large area of ​​artificial fire has a profound impact on the entire human race. But steamed buns only change the eating habits of people in a certain area, and it can be replaced!"

Mu Feng suddenly.

Indeed, some places eat steamed buns, some places rice, and others eat batter...

If you think about it this way, 500 achievements are not low.

"Okay, I get it!" Mu Feng nodded, looking at the clansmen walking quickly from a distance.

"Warchief, are you going to teach us how to make steamed buns?"

"Yeah!" Mu Feng nodded, "Mantou will be the main food source of our tribe in the future. Eating mantou can make us fuller. With the wild vegetables we planted and various meats, the children in the tribe will be healthier. , We will be stronger, and Jiang's will be stronger!"

Hearing Mu Feng's words, all the clansmen who came were excited one by one-stronger and stronger!

No one raised any doubts, as Mu Feng said it should have been.

Mu Feng thought with a sigh, it seemed that as long as everything was tied to the interests of the tribe, they wouldn't ask why.

This is very similar to interpersonal communication skills: if you want a person to listen to your suggestions and opinions, then connect what you are saying with his interests, so that it is easier to gain recognition.

After sighing, Mu Feng glanced at the people around him and said: "Okay, now you all know what to do, and then look carefully. I will teach you how to make steamed buns and wowotou, these things in the tribe in the future. You will do it all!"

"Yes!" Everyone nodded in surprise.

"Well, to make the noodles, you need the existing alkaline water, otherwise the steamed buns will be sour." Mufeng said, mixing the prepared plant ash with water. "But if the alkali content is too high, the steamed buns will become sour. Not only does the color turn yellow, but it also makes the steamed buns astringent and bitter."

"What should I do?" someone asked.

"It's easy!" Mu Feng smiled, thinking of an original method, "Try it with your hands when you are making noodles. It's just fine if you don't stick your hands."

"So it's like this!" Everyone suddenly realized.

The wood wind continues to mix with water and add plant ash.

Using plant ash to make alkaline water is very simple, but very time-consuming.

Because this requires filtering over and over again.

But in order to make the tribesmen eat delicious steamed buns, if it is troublesome, it will be troublesome.

Fortunately, the demand for alkali in making steamed buns is not high, otherwise people will be busy.

After the alkaline water is made, the noodles are mixed.

He took a large earthenware pot, cleaned the inside and outside, poured water, put the fermented noodle primer in the water to dissolve it, and stirred it evenly, then put the ground corn flour.

Making noodles is a personal effort.

Mu Feng held up the clay pot and placed it on the table, and began to "hey yo roo" making noodles and making noodles. While competing with the noodles with both hands, he "pumped up" himself.

The people watching here are all a bit busy, and one person is sweating profusely: "Great Chief, you speak slowly, we can't remember!"

"Can't remember?" Mu Feng was stunned, "What can't you remember?"

The tribe was ashamed and made gestures: "Those witchcraft do you recite?"

"Witchcraft?" Mu Feng was stunned again.

This tribe member was already sweating profusely: "It's what you said just now, "Hey Yo," we didn't remember it later!"

"Huh?" Mu Feng didn't know how to laugh or cry. "Don't remember that!"

"Huh?" The people around were confused again, "Don't you need to remember this? Can you make buns if you don't read this?"

Mu Feng couldn't laugh or cry: "No, just remember how to make dough!"

"Yes!" The man nodded, but his face was still puzzled.

Mu Feng reluctantly shook his head and continued to knead the dough. This time he did not make any strange noises to avoid "misleading" these people.

Considering that there is not enough time, he can still have time to experiment once.

So instead of mixing the noodles, he put the mixed noodles in a clay pot, found a clean wooden board and covered it, and set it aside for natural fermentation.

It's spring now, so you should wait three or four hours for the noodles.

In this way, you have to wait until the buns are eaten at night.

But during this period he had to prepare steamed buns—steaming drawers and bamboo leaves.

Clean the bamboo leaves, put water in the pot, put the steamer and bamboo leaves, and wait for the buns to be made.

During this period, the people who followed Mu Feng to make steamed buns looked at Mu Feng methodically cleaning up this and that, and looked at each other.

They had never seen the old chief do these things before, and no one in the clan would do these things. I really don't know how Mu Feng did it.

So at this moment, everyone has this idea in their hearts, that is, Mu Feng "understands" how these things are done by himself.

In this way, Mu Feng's image as a "wise man" suddenly became taller.

Mu Feng didn't know this, so he was busy with it, waiting for the dough to ferment naturally.

Finally, in the afternoon, Mu Feng estimated that the time was almost up. He lifted the wooden board and sprinkled some corn flour on it. Then he poured out the dough from the wooden jar and started kneading the noodles to make steamed buns.

Compared with kneading and fermenting noodles, making steamed bread with kneading noodles requires a lot of effort.

There is a slight special smell of flour that escapes a little bit. It is not a delicate fragrance, but it smells very good.

Almost everyone is attracted by this taste.

Someone asked, "Warchief, is this a steamed bun, it smells so good!"

"Fragrant?" Mu Feng shook his head. "The steamed buns are still going to be steamed. This is the taste of fermented dough, so you can't eat it yet!"

As Mu Feng talked, he kneaded the noodles. He first kneaded them into a few "thick noodles" about one foot in length, and then cut them with a bone knife to divide them into half-fist-sized steamed buns.

In the end, these steamed buns were put on another wooden board one by one, and he put them on the steamer, covered the lid, and steamed the steamed buns!

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