The Rise of Primitive Tribes Farming

Chapter 125 Sour Water Tofu
In the second month of winter, the weather became colder, and the mountains were covered with whiteness.

The other tribes all huddled in caves, or shivered in houses, lacked clothing and food, and endured the cold winter bitterly.

But the Mang tribe is different, because they have enough food and firewood. After the cold weather, everyone is still busy around the fire.

Bone workshops, stone workshops, wood workshops, pottery workshops, and clothing workshops still continue to work every day, especially clothing workshops. In order to make everyone warmer, it takes a lot of manpower and time to make animal skin clothing.

Those newly awakened totem warriors are still opening up wasteland every day, even if it is freezing cold, they never stop for a day.

By next month, they will start learning hunting skills, and those who already have hunting experience will join the hunting team for winter hunting training.

There are also three hundred captives who also grind stone tools and rough bone tools around the firepit, or do other simple jobs in exchange for food.

As the leader of the tribe, Chen Bei was not so busy after everything in the tribe was on the right track. Apart from hunting in the mountains frequently to train his combat effectiveness, he still lived a relatively leisurely life in the tribe.

"Boiled beans in salt water really don't taste very good."

Chenbei ate multigrain rice today, with soybeans, and some other dishes, but there were more soybeans.

Chen Bei suddenly missed tofu.

"Since I can make soy milk, can I make tofu?"

Chen Bei is not sure, because he has never made tofu.

Moreover, he remembered that gypsum was needed to make tofu, which he hadn't seen around here.

"Is there any other way?"

Chen Bei was a little reconciled, there were soybeans but no tofu, which made people feel too uncomfortable.

It's okay if you don't think about it, the more you think about it, the more unwilling you become.

Chen Bei thought hard, and finally, he remembered a documentary he had watched in his previous life: Xia Guo on the tip of his tongue.

There is an episode of this documentary that talks about a method of making tofu, that is, using acid water.

Chen Bei looked at the sauerkraut jar in the corner of the house, there was a lot of sour water in the jar, and it was becoming more and more sour.

"Can you use the sour water from this sauerkraut to make tofu?"

Once this thought came together, he couldn't hold back anymore, Chen Bei's desire to eat tofu was also ignited, burning like a flame.

"Try it, I don't believe it, I can't eat tofu!"

Chen Bei did what he said, and immediately peeled the soybeans with a rough stone mill, then poured it into a wooden barrel, and scooped up all the skins that floated on top.

Then he put the barrel next to the stove so the water wouldn't get too cold.

By the time he finished, it was already dark.

This night, he glanced into the bucket of soaking soybeans from time to time, dreaming of eating tofu, mapo tofu, braised tofu, fried tofu...

Early the next morning, Chen Bei got up, and immediately went to see the soaked beans.

Although the temperature is very low, the beans have softened after being soaked overnight by the stove.

"Grind soy milk!"

Chen Bei used a wooden spoon to scoop the watery soybeans into the stone mill one by one, and then ground them into soybean milk.

The stone mill turned slowly, and the yellow beans turned into white soy milk in the stone mill, and then flowed into the wooden barrel.

There is a burlap bag in the wooden barrel, which is the latest product of the garment workshop. It took a long time for weaving to find a way to weave the hemp thread woven from ramie skin into burlap cloth, and at the request of Chen Bei, make It became a sack.

When all the soy milk was ground into the burlap bag, Chen Bei tied the mouth of the burlap bag tightly, then put it on another wooden barrel, put two sticks on it, and started squeezing the pulp.

As he exerted his strength, a large amount of soybean milk leaked from the sack, leaving the bean dregs in it.

But as he squeezed, Chen Bei found that a small amount of bean dregs had been squeezed out and fell into the soy milk.

"Hey, it's not dense enough."

Chen Bei had no choice but to stop. In fact, more soybean milk could be squeezed out of the sack, but more bean dregs would be leaked in that way. In desperation, Chen Bei had no choice but to stop.

Even so, he got half a barrel of soy milk.

Afterwards, Chen Bei cleaned the Tao Ding, poured the soy milk into it, and brought it to a boil.

"Grumbling..."

After the soy milk boiled, Chen Bei stirred it with a wooden spatula, feeling that it was almost done, and then removed Tao Ding from the fire.

Then, he scooped the soybean milk from the pottery into the bucket with a wooden ladle for scooping water.

"Success or failure is here."

Chen Bei scooped out the sour water from the sauerkraut jar, and when the soy milk was a little cooler, he tried to add the sour water in small spoonfuls.

After adding the acid water, as he stirred, after a while, it was obvious that the bean curd began to coagulate.

"Is this going to happen?"

Chen Bei was slightly agitated, he didn't dare to add acid water to it, for fear of adding too much.

After waiting for a while, the bean curd condensed more and became small balls, and the water in the bucket gradually became clear.

Chen Bei scooped the bean curd into a clay pot, and poured out the water carefully.

"It looks a bit like tofu, but I don't know how it tastes."

Chen Bei scooped up a small piece with a spoon and put it in his mouth, then frowned.

"The taste... seems to be different from what I remembered. It's not very delicious, and it's not so tender."

Although it doesn't taste very good, it's tofu after all. Chen Bei plans to add some chili and spices to make mapo tofu, which should taste much better.

Chen Bei found a clay pot, poured the tofu, chili, pepper, fish oil, and sliced ​​ginger into it together, and then cooked it slowly over low heat.

"Goooooooooooo..."

Soon, there was a strong aroma in the room, and there was a spicy smell.

"Let it cook a little longer."

Chen Bei waited patiently, his face full of anticipation.

"What's the smell? It's not good, it's mushy."

After Chen Bei smelled a faint burnt smell, he quickly removed the clay pot from the fire, and he shoveled the bottom of the pot, and sure enough, it was a little mushy.

"How about a taste."

Chen Bei picked up the chopsticks and the bowl, and put a piece into his mouth.

"Hot, hot, hot..."

The tofu soaked in fish oil and chili was very hot, but Chen Bei was reluctant to spit it out and took a while to swallow it.

Sure enough, after adding chili, the tofu tasted much better even though the original taste was not very good.

Chen Bei's face was full of joy. In this snowy day, eating Mapo Tofu made him feel very satisfied...

In the third month of winter, on a certain day, a burst of laughter suddenly came from a house in the tribe.

"Hahaha, I finally succeeded! I succeeded!"

After shutting himself up for two months, he took a new bow and walked out of the room.

This bow is almost the same as what Chen Bei described. It is densely wrapped with hemp rope, and it is wrapped with horn pieces and animal tendons.

This bow is finally no longer fragile, it can initially bear the strength of the totem warrior, and will not be easily broken.

This is another remarkable achievement of the Mang tribe.

(End of this chapter)