The Rise of Primitive Tribes Farming

Chapter 225 Fried Golden Cicada and the First Sailboat

When the Fish Tribe changed drastically, the Bee Tribe also learned the news of the fall of the demigod Stinger through the totem god.

A demigod warrior can obtain a lot of power from the totem god, and naturally has a close connection with the totem god.

When the stinger fell, the totem god of the bee tribe knew immediately, because the connection between the stinger and it was broken.

After the witches of the bee tribe got the news of the totem god, they didn't say much for three days, and the demigod fell. For a tribe, the loss was too great.

But the matter has come to this point, whether it is sad or regretful, the matter is irreparable.

Fortunately, the demigod of the Bee tribe is well hidden. Except for the important figures of the tribe, ordinary people know little about Stinger, because his fall did not cause turmoil in the Bee tribe.

The three major tribes suffered setbacks in the Southern Wilderness one after another. They finally let go of their arrogance and stopped going deep into the Southern Wilderness. Instead, they began to explore the Southern Wilderness step by step from the junction of the central part and the Southern Wilderness.

This change is also beneficial to the Mang tribe, which means that the Mang tribe has more time to develop with peace of mind.

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The peaceful days always pass quickly, and in the blink of an eye, two months have passed.

The seventh year of the Mang tribe's establishment, the first month of summer.

The weather is hot, and the sun is like a huge furnace, scorching the earth, but the plants grow wildly in this season.

"Got it, got it..."

Two cicadas were clinging to the fruit tree, singing endlessly, and taking the opportunity to suck the sap of the fruit tree.

"grumble!"

A pair of big hands suddenly appeared behind the cicadas, grabbed them, and skillfully threw them into the woven bark bag.

The owner of these big hands is Chen Bei.

Dozens of cicadas were already in his woven bark bag, all of which were pests that clung to fruit trees and sucked the sap.

Chen Bei went around in the orchard, and grabbed all the cicadas he could catch, and the orchard became much quieter.

Chen Bei returned to his home, washed the cicadas, salted them, and set up an oil pan.

The pot is a relatively thin stone pot, which is polished with refractory stone. Stone pots are more suitable for oil pots than ceramic pots.

The oil is lard. The wild boars of the Mang tribe have been raised for several years. After several generations of breeding, they have been successfully domesticated into domestic pigs.

These pigs are omnivorous, and the Mang tribe has a lot of food, and because these pigs have been castrated, they have no vulgar taste, and they are very fat.

After the pig was slaughtered, large chunks of lard were naturally sent to Chenbei, and Chenbei had oil to make fried food.

Today, what Chenbei is going to do is fry the golden cicada.

The cicadas that Chenbei caught had only a few adults, most of them were nymphs, also called cicadas, that is, cicadas that had not molted their shells and grown wings.

Once it is fully developed and the shell is shed, its taste will be greatly affected, and it will not be so delicious.

"Zizzizi..."

On the stove, the lard in the oil pan began to make a "sizzling" sound, and gradually steamed upwards.

The stone pot was relatively slow to heat up. After half an hour, the oil temperature in the stone pot was finally high enough.

Using chopsticks, Chen Bei first put a marinated golden cicada into the oil pan to test the oil temperature.

"Zizzizi..."

After Jin Chan entered the oil pan, it first sank to the bottom, and then quickly floated up again, with many bubbles, and quickly changed from reddish brown to golden.

Chen Bei nodded, the oil temperature was indeed high enough, and he could fry it with confidence.

He poured all the golden cicadas into the oil pan, and the whole oil pan boiled, and the golden cicadas quickly changed color inside.

Chen Bei stirred it from time to time to turn the golden cicadas over and fry them evenly.

When it felt almost the same, Chen Bei picked up a golden cicada from the oil pan, blew on it, and put it in his mouth.

"Crack..."

The golden cicada was fried crisply and tasted delicious, Chen Bei nodded in satisfaction, the trip to the fruit forest was indeed worthwhile.

Chen Bei scooped up all the remaining golden cicadas in the frying pan, carried the frying pan away, and did not continue to burn it.

He took a pottery bowl, packed a bowl and sent it to Green Bamboo. As for the elder next to him, he was too old, his teeth were almost gone, and now he could only eat badly stewed vegetables, minced meat, porridge, etc.

After Qingzhu tasted it, she was full of praise for this dish, Chenbei can always bring surprises to people.

Chen Bei returned to his yard and sprinkled some chili powder on the remaining golden cicadas. Although the Mang tribe has grown chili peppers for several years, everyone just cooks with a little seasoning. People like Chen Bei eat spicy food. There is no second.

After mixing it with chili powder, Chenbei tasted it again, and the taste was better than before. It was fragrant and spicy, and it tasted very refreshing.

Chen Bei brought himself a jug of wild wine, ate a fried golden cicada, and drank a sip of wine, even in such a big summer, it was very refreshing.

Soon, he finished eating a plate of golden cicadas, and Chen Bei was still a little bit unsatisfied. He took out two pieces of jerky, cut them into slices with a stone knife, ate a few more catties of jerky, and drank a jug of wine.

This can be regarded as a small privilege of being a leader, he can enjoy better food than ordinary people.

Of course, he paid more than ordinary clansmen.

After eating the meat and drinking the wine, Chen Bei started to work in the yard again. He planted a lot of vegetables in the yard, and often needed to do some work such as catching insects and weeding.

While Chen Bei was busy, a man covered in sawdust excitedly ran towards Chen Bei's yard, shouting loudly while running: "Boss, it's done, it's done!"

Chen Bei put down the stone hoe for weeding, raised his head and asked, "What happened?"

The man ran up to Chen Bei, panting and said: "The boat, a new boat with sails, is finished!"

"Really? Take me there!"

Chen Bei was very pleasantly surprised. It has been more than half a year since he got the blueprints for making the ship from the Yu Tribe. The broken ship that Honglin was on in the tribe had also been disassembled and reassembled, tossed many times.

But the new boat has never been successfully manufactured, and the carpenters in the woodworking workshop are almost scratching their heads.

Fortunately, the hard work paid off, and the boat was finally built.

Chen Bei followed the carpenter all the way to the woodworking workshop. From a distance, he saw a new boat that had been assembled.

This is a ship with sails, seven or eight meters long, with a mast, it is more than ten meters high, and there are huge sails on it.

The old carpenter stood in front of this new boat, very proud. In fact, he did have the capital to be proud. Except for the fish tribe, no other tribe could build such a boat.

But the Mang Tribe was created!

Chenbei circled the new boat several times. Although the manufacturing was a bit rough and not fine at all, and the gaps between the planks were relatively large, they were all filled with isinglass, and the glue was very firm and tight.

"Well, well, you have made great contributions to the tribe, and everyone will be rewarded for the woodworking workshop!"

As soon as Chen Bei's words fell, cheers erupted in the carpentry workshop. Chen Bei's words made their long-term efforts worthwhile.

(End of this chapter)