Mountain Wild Clouds

Chapter 187 If You Don’t Eat Rice, You Can’t Get Your Soul (Fourth Update)

Hearing the grinding sound, Yun Buliu looked at the Jigu leaking down from the huller and the basket outside the husking ring from time to time to see if there was any Jigu rolling out of the middle husking ring.

Although the production of Gu Long followed the example, Yun Buliu actually had his own considerations.After all, the Jigu in this world is different from the Jigu on the original earth.

Originally, the grains of Jigu on the earth were very small, like sesame seeds.But the millet grains in this world grow thick and thick, like mung beans.

After some careful cultivation, it was directly upgraded from the size of mung beans to the size of soybeans.

Therefore, it is impossible to make the bamboo slices on the rice hull too dense, otherwise the rice grains will definitely not come out, and even if they come out, they will definitely be crushed.

After turning around a few times, Yun Buliu saw the grains and husks being turned out from the gaps between the bamboo slices. Although there were still many finely broken millet and many unhulled ones, they had already Much better than pounding rice with a stone mortar.

Moreover, after the millet is dried, it is very brittle. It is extremely normal for it to be crushed for a long time after being milled.Not to mention the use of these primitive tools, even with modern machines, if the machine is not adjusted properly, the rice that is milled is also very broken.

What's more, it is something that is now made by following the same pattern.

Therefore, Yun Buliu didn't find it strange.

Moreover, compared with pounding rice, it is obviously more convenient, time-saving and labor-saving to use rice hulls to grind rice.Of course, if water power is used when pounding rice, then the labor-saving argument is not valid.

But no matter what, Yun Buliu's gourd scoop, which was drawn according to the same pattern, has many shortcomings of one kind or another, but it is still usable.

This is very good, although there are some grains that have not been hulled, it doesn't matter, he can use a sieve to sift out the rice grains, and then grind those that have not been hulled again.

Therefore, at noon, Yun Buliu used the bucket of millet to steam rice.

A bucket of millet weighed about ten catties, and Yun Buliu reckoned it would not be enough for him to eat, and he would have to cook some meat to make up for it later.

However, thinking of his appetite, Yun Shuiliu couldn't help being stunned.He was estimating how many millet plants would be enough next year to eat rice all year round?

If it is not too much, if you eat ten catties of millet, you will eat twenty plants in one meal, and you will need at least fifty plants in a day. You can eat porridge with wild vegetables and less millet for breakfast.

360 for five days, how much is that?

There are more than 8000 plants, that is, more than 9000 catties, and more than 90 loads. The barn for storing millet must have a larger place!

And it can't be placed in a cave, because the cave is prone to damp, if the millet is damp and moldy, it will be over, and a year's hard work will be in vain, so another house can be built.

Yun Buliu estimated that if so many millets were really to be planted, more than half of the green seedlings would be enough.

Thinking about that scene, Yun Buliu realized that his food intake was really a big problem!
I don't know when my appetite will return to normal.

Having said that, don't all cultivators not have to eat?

Why should I worry about food?

Yun Buliu looked up to the sky and sighed, thinking to himself: I must be a fake immortal!
Put half a pot of water, and then heat the water. When there are small bubbles at the bottom of the pot, pour the millet into the pot, and then slowly stir the millet in the cauldron with a shovel.

Until the water in the pot turned into light yellow rice soup, Yun Buliu took the steaming bucket over, and using a bamboo ladle, scooped out the half-cooked rice grains in the pot and put them in the steaming bucket.

The steam barrel was recently built, and the method is also very simple. It directly hollows out the center of a section of hardwood, and then installs a wooden steam bottom that is breathable at the bottom.

It is not difficult for Yunbuliu to make this, after all, there are many of them in his hometown, and he knows the principles and methods.And his current hands-on energy is also super strong.

After scooping the half-cooked rice grains into the steaming bucket, Yunbuliu ladled the rice soup in the pot into another wooden bucket, which can be drunk as soup or water.

When making the steaming barrel, Yun Buliu also made a few wooden barrels, as well as the big wooden barrel that he used to store the millet.

After scooping out the rice soup in the pot, he poured water into the pot again, and then put the steaming bucket into the pot to start steaming.

After adding some firewood to the stone stove, Yun Buliu ran to get a piece of bacon and came back.

After washing the smoked crocodile meat, cut it in half, save one half for frying beans, and slice the other half into slices, and place it on the rice in the steaming barrel.

After more than an hour, Yun Buliu was eating rice beautifully, took a bite of steamed meat, and sandwiched a bean. His cheeks were bulging, and he raised his head from time to time and squinted his eyes, looking like he was eating very well.

That appearance made the little tiger cub who was eating raw meat look up from time to time.

Let the little hairball also have some interest in the rice in his bowl, Yun Buliu scooped up a spoonful of rice and handed it to the little furball, it lowered its head to smell it, and opened its mouth to eat it.

But it just chewed a few times and spit it out.

Seeing it like this, Yun Buliu couldn't help but curse secretly: Little prodigal, I don't know how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are!

After the little tiger cub saw this scene, he stopped looking at him, as if he was telling Yun Buliu: If Brother Qiu doesn't like food, it must not taste good!

When Yun Buliu scooped the rice to the little furball again, it turned its head to the side, but it was very interested in the bacon that was steamed on top of the rice.

Yun Buliu also felt that the steamed bacon was better than the bacon with baked beans, and it tasted more like rice.

"I have eaten rice since I was a child, and I didn't think it was a thing before. But suddenly I haven't eaten it for a while, and when I eat it again, it is really a nostalgic taste!"

Yun Buliu sighed, then glared at the little furballs, "How can you carnivores understand this delicacy! Superficial!"

I was despising them, and suddenly felt killed by hugging my legs.

Yun Buliu quickly added a stone skin technique to his calf, and then picked up the little guy who was hugging his calf tightly, "You are a vegetarian, but our food is different! Here, use it to grind your teeth! "Yun Buliu directly stuffed a thin bamboo branch into its paw.

After the little guy got the toy, he immediately let go of Yunbuliu, the owner.

"Let me tell you, as a human being, if you don't eat rice, you won't get a soul."

While eating the rice, Yun Buliu chattered with Xiao Mao, as if he had suddenly awakened his chattering nature.

But he can't be blamed for this, after finally eating the rice, there is no one to share this wonderful mood with him.

Perhaps only the idiots in Goose Village, or the fish in the lake in the pond can understand him.

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(End of this chapter)