The Rise of Primitive Tribes Farming

Chapter 434 Making Rice Noodles
The battle against the Spider Tribe ended with the Mang Tribe winning.

Although there were some episodes in the middle, such as the spider god harming the ant tribe and the eagle tribe, and the black witch looking for the green bamboo, etc., they all came to an end in the end.

After the war, the Mang tribe, the Xiang tribe, and several allies and affiliated tribes shared the spoils together.

Chen Bei handed over this matter to Green Spider to handle. After all, Green Spider used to be a member of the Spider Tribe, and knew what good things the Spider Tribe had, so he would definitely not let the Mang Tribe suffer.

The spoils were divided for a few days, and then all the tribes went back satisfied. The Mang tribe not only eliminated a big enemy, but also made a lot of money.

Everything calmed down again, and life was back on track.

Chen Bei went back to his yard and slept for a day before he could do other things.

At the beginning of the fourth month of winter, the weather is terribly cold, and the snow and ice on the ground are already so thick that even grass stalks as small as toothpicks condense into popsicles the size of teacups.

Chen Bei got up from the bed, lazily got up and took a shower, the cold water made him wake up in an instant.

The fire was still burning in the stove, which was a large briquette, and when the air inlet was blocked, leaving only a small hole, it could simmer in the stove for a whole day.

"Woooooooo..."

Outside the window, the cold wind was still howling.

Chen Bei pushed the door open, there was already a thick layer of snow outside the door, but fortunately it did not turn into ice, otherwise it would not be easy to push the door open.

At this time, Chen Bei was wearing very thin clothes, and the cold wind blew in along the gaps in his clothes and crotch.

If it is an ordinary person, it will definitely be frozen.

But Chenbei is powerful and has a special physique. His whole body is like a stove burning all the time. This coldness is nothing at all.

After a while of wind, the air in the room is much fresher.

Chen Bei went back to the stove, replaced the two briquettes that had been thoroughly burned in the middle and lower part of the hearth, put the burning briquette on the top back into the hearth, and added two new pieces of briquettes to it, and opened the vent. up.

In this way, it won't take long for the briquettes burning at the bottom to ignite the two pieces above, and the fire will suddenly flourish.

"Grumbling..."

After the fire became bigger, Chen Bei threw some dried vegetables, some spices, and some dried animal meat into the pot, and boiled it slowly.

As time passed, the ingredients in the pot gradually rolled up, and a strong smell of meat and dried vegetables permeated the whole room, whetting the appetite.

"smell good!"

Guessing that it was almost cooked, Chen Bei took a large painted pottery pot, filled a big pot for himself, and took a pair of snow-white chopsticks made from animal teeth, and started to eat in big mouthfuls.

Chen Bei used to serve it in a bowl, but later, because he ate too much, it was too troublesome to put it in a bowl, so he bought this painted pottery basin with a large head from the trading area and used it for eating.

"belch!"

After eating and drinking enough, Chen Bei burped, and looked at the snow falling outside, for a while, there was nothing to do.

In fact, in the cold winter, except for the totem warriors who need to exercise hard, other people have a lot of free time, and there is nothing to do in the cold winter.

As the leader, Chen Bei is also good at employing people, so he doesn't have to do everything himself. At this time, he naturally has a lot of free time.

The snow outside was very deep, and Chen Bei didn't want to take a stroll, so he turned around in the house, trying to find something for himself to do.

There was a piece of pork hanging on the window sill, which had been frozen hard. It was the top-quality pork front leg sent by the old deer.

In the breeding area of ​​the Mang tribe, some livestock are often slaughtered to supply the tribe's meat, and as the leader, Chen Bei will naturally give priority to distribution.

In this weather, the pork hanging on the window sill is equivalent to putting it in a natural refrigerator, and it will not spoil at all.

Chen Bei looked at the rice vat containing rice, and a small millstone on the table next to the rice vat.

"It's okay to be idle anyway, why don't you get something delicious."

After reading the ingredients and tools, Chen Bei decided to make a favorite delicacy in his previous life, rice rolls.

Rice rolls are a characteristic breakfast food along the southern coast.

It is made by grinding rice into rice milk, thinly steaming it, and adding egg lean meat, pork liver powder sausage, mushroom corn and other auxiliary materials.

After steaming, the rice rolls are as thin as cicada wings, beautiful and elastic. The soup is poured on it, and dried radish, chili sauce, green vegetables and other foods can be added to increase the level of taste.

Thinking of this, Chen Bei's saliva almost flowed down.

He went ahead and started making rice rolls immediately.

First, the rice needs to be soaked for more than three hours, and then ground into rice milk.

Chen Bei found a wooden barrel, washed the rice clean, then poured it into the barrel, and added warm water to soak it.

While soaking the rice, Chen Bei found a small dustpan made of rattan, and found two pieces of the finest linen cloth. After washing them, they spread them on top of the dustpan. The reason why they used two pieces was that one would leak the rice. Pulp, after all, the gaps in the linen are still a bit large.

After that, he chopped the pork into minced meat, added salt, spice powder, etc., and stirred it evenly for later use.

Later, he used the boiled broth and added seasonings to make a rich-flavored soup.

Afterwards, Chen Bei washed the small grinding disc, and after the rice was soaked, he added the same amount of water as the rice, and scooped the rice and water into the stone mill with a bamboo spoon to grind the pulp.

The stone mill was turning unhurriedly, and the soaked rice was easily ground into rice milk, mixed with water, and flowed into another bucket.

After grinding it, Chen Bei found a big stone pot and put water in it to boil.

The boiling water brings a lot of water vapor, and there is a mist around the stone pot, which looks hazy, like a fairyland on earth.

"Brush some oil first."

Chen Bei brushed a thin layer of oil on the burlap, then lifted the rice milk over, scooped a spoonful of rice milk with a spoon, poured it on the burlap of the small dustpan, picked up the dustpan, shook it slowly, let the rice Spread the slurry evenly.

Then, he evenly threw the minced meat on the rice milk, took out an egg from the basket, cracked it, and shook it evenly, then put the dustpan into the stone pot, covered it, Start steaming.

The fire was very hot, and after about two to three minutes, Chen Bei lifted the lid, and the thin layer of rice milk inside had turned into a white powder skin.

Chen Bei picked up the dustpan, and then slowly peeled off the layer of pink skin with his bare hands.

Because it was oiled in advance, the powder would not stick to the linen cloth, and Chen Bei could easily peel it off while it was still hot.

Then, Chen Bei rolled up the vermicelli with eggs and lean meat, put it on a painted pottery plate, cut it into several sections with a shovel, and finally poured soup on it, and added a little chili sauce.

"Whoosh..."

Because the weather is cold, the food is easy to get cold, so Chen Bei picked up the chopsticks, picked up a roll of rice rolls soaked with soup while it was still hot, and put it in his mouth.

"Well……"

Chen Bei took a bite, and the rice rolls were somewhat elastic. The soup, lean meat, eggs, and some chili sauce formed a very rich taste, which made Chen Bei very addicted to eating.

Chen Bei ate while cooking, and he was finally satisfied until half of the rice milk was consumed.

"Send some to Qingzhu and the elders."

Chen Bei finished making the remaining rice milk, poured it with soup, and sent it to Qing Zhu and the elder while it was still hot.

These fresh foods were unanimously approved by Qing Zhu and the elders, and both of them ate a lot, which made Chen Bei very satisfied.

(End of this chapter)