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 hunting and picking came home one after another.

The tribesmen passed by the Tribe Square, and saw Chang Xia and Xylophone moving wooden barrels, pouring fruit powder into the barrels, and adding water to the barrels.

It didn't take long for the leisure clan to gather around.

In twos and threes, the quiet Tribal Square became lively.

"Xylophone, what do you soak the fruit powder for?" He Yun asked. She put down the basket, squatted by the water tank and washed her hands, staring curiously at the movements of the two of Chang Xia.

Xylophone said: "Changxia wants to try making dry powder."

"To make dry powder, why is this fruit powder still soaked?" Tianluo approached, she came back early today and had already eaten lunch. Seeing that the tribal square is very lively, I came over to see what happened.

"The wet powder I made before is easy to break and can't bear the harvest. Chang Xia and I will try other methods. If you are interested, you can take a look at the side..." Xylophone explained.

If he really succeeded in making dry powder, nine times out of ten, He Yun and the others would have to help.

So, Xylophone decided to keep everyone.

heard-

The snail took the bucket from Chang Xia's hand and began to soak the fruit powder.

He Yun didn't eat lunch, Xylophone told her to go home first and then come over.

Other clansmen nearby either helped or watched, 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.

Rainy season.

What the weather will be like tomorrow is still unknown.

In the afternoon, Tribal Square was never quiet. Because the fruit powder has not been soaked and dried, it is not possible to make powder by hand. As a result, the clansmen began to boil thatch root candy.

Sweet and greasy scent, it smells soothing.

The clansmen did not fight, they cooked one after another, and no one was lazy and slippery at all.

"Changxia—" Xylophone shouted.

Chang Xia got up, still holding the thatch candy stuffed to her by the clansmen just now, "Xyon Mu, the wet fruit powder is almost dry, you can start kneading it into a dough."

Following Chang Xia's words, Xylophone, Heyun, and clouds all started together.

Not far away, the water in the stone pot has boiled, and there is cold water in the wooden bucket on the side. Except for the clansmen who intend to make flour, no one else stepped forward, and stood curiously standing not far away.

Xylophone said, if you can successfully make dry powder.

In the future, the tribe will make flour.

Then exchange dry powder with other tribes.

Dry powder, like the chili pepper of the Lion tribe and the seaweed sugar of the Bear tribe, the Heluo tribe will also have something belonging to the Black Panther tribe.

Thinking about it, the clansmen were excited.

Although the Heluo tribe is prosperous, who would despise good things becoming more?

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

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

The xylophone river cloud kneads the dough, and the snail is responsible for pressing the powder.

The one who cooks the flour is an old female from the tribe, Grandma Wu. At the same time, Grandma Wu is still in charge of the tribe's kiln burning. Before, when the tribe boiled the sap of the red maple tree, Grandma Wu was also in charge of the heat.

The person washing the powder is a male named Mutuo.

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

No way, Chang Xia just 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 clansmen were a little nervous.

Soon, Xylophone Heyun kneaded the dough and began to cook it in the stone pot.

When the dough is half cooked, take it out and pour it into a stone mortar to beat. This part was shot by the clansmen who were watching. The half-cooked dough was beaten repeatedly to increase its viscosity, and then fished out and kneaded into a dough, and the snails took over and began to press.

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

The boiling water tumbled and the fans began to change color.

Grandma Wu was in a strong posture, and without waiting for Mu to stand up, she took out the cooked vermicelli and poured it into a wooden bucket with cold water on the side.

Mutuo hurriedly got up and started rubbing and washing the fans with a powder sieve, repeated several times.

"Mutuo, have the fans broken?" Xylophone came over and asked.

Mutuo said: "Yes, but very few."

Upon hearing this, the clansmen burst into laughter.

On the horizon, the setting sun gradually disappeared into the horizon, leaving only the last ray of afterglow.

Tribal Square is very lively.

The returning clansmen gathered around the square, and all the clansmen looked eagerly at the fans hanging out in the corner of the square.

These fans are either in a circle or placed randomly.

The shapes are different, but they did not pour out the excited hearts of the exterminating people.

"Changxia, is the dry powder made?" Nanfeng asked excitedly.

She and Nuan Chun squeezed in, looking excitedly at the fan screen drying fans. The powder sieves are placed on a wooden stand, and there are not many, but there are dozens of them.

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

Chang Xia smiled and explained, "So far, it looks like it's done, but the details will have to wait until it's dried."

This said.

Nanfeng and the others understand that dry powder is 80% successful.

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

"Do you want to soak it tonight?" Chang Xia said, "How about... wait until tomorrow morning to see the fans' situation before soaking the fruit powder?" Chang Xia felt that it would be better to be more stable~www.wuxiamtl.com~ but Xylophone waved his hand.

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

If it weren't for the rainy season, Xylophone would have wanted to grind all the ginkgo hoarded in the cave into powder, soak the fruit powder, and store it as dry powder.

"Okay!" Chang Xia nodded. She handed over the decision to Xylophone and let her choose how much fruit powder to soak. "It may rain tomorrow. I'm not sure how much fruit powder should be soaked. Xylophone Amu, you can decide."

Hearing this, Xylophone turned around to discuss with He Yun.

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

Excited one by one.

It was getting dark, Chang Xia said to Xylophone, and used a rattan basket to hold half a basket of fans ready to go back to the cave. Busy for most of the day, Chang Xia said that he didn't want to cook at night.

Pack the fans from the Tribal Square and return to the cave, and just eat the boa and snake bone soup at noon. Shen Rong didn't come to the Tribe Square, and he didn't know if he went home?

"Warm spring, Shankun?" Chang Xia asked.

Nuan Chun hugged the twins and replied, "I'm digging trees and water pipes with Shen Rong—"

"Hey! That's it?" Chang Xia said in surprise.

"Shen Rong said that if the water canal is done as soon as possible, the clansmen living in Baihu caves can save the trouble of carrying water. Shankun Yadong and the others are very excited, and they are looking forward to bringing the water from the small river 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 Nuzui said, "They are all in your cave courtyard. Seeing that you didn't go back so late, Shen Rong, let's go to the tribe to find you..."

Listen to this.

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

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