Wild farming: I was hugged by the cold patriarch

Ye Sang sifted about five or six kilograms of flour. She poured it all into a large pottery jar, beat a few eggs into it, added some salt, water, and stirred it into a paste.

Light the fire, wash the pot, add oil, and fry the wheat cakes.

Frying wheat pancakes was the fastest. Seeing the greedy cat-like eyes, Ye Sang was really embarrassed to keep them waiting for so long.

Lin took the initiative to light the fire: "Young witch, do you want a big fire or a small fire?"

"A low fire will do." Ye Sang replied, "A high fire will easily fry the wheat cakes, but a low fire can bring out the aroma of the wheat, so when frying wheat cakes, low heat is generally used."

Lin nodded and replied: "Young Witch, we understand."

Ye Sang tested the temperature with the palm of his hand above the pot, then put a spoonful of oil in the pot. After the oil melted, he poured the batter along the edge of the pot, spoonful by spoonful, exactly eight times.

"I smell the aroma of wheat. It's burnt. It smells good."

"I also smelled the aroma. I didn't expect the aroma from fried wheat to be like this."

"It smells so good. This wheat cake must be delicious."

As the clan members discussed, more and more clan members gathered around the tribal canteen, and it was almost overwhelming.

Ye Sang used a spatula to lift up the edge of the pancake and looked at it. Seeing that the pancake was browned, she immediately turned it over and poured some oil from the bottom of the pan so that the second side of each pancake was covered with oil.

The sizzling sound kept coming, and along with the mouth-watering aroma, Ye Sang's ears were filled with the sound of swallowing, which made her dumbfounded.

Ye Sang: "The flour here is definitely not enough for everyone. If you want to eat, go and grind the wheat quickly to grind out the flour before frying the wheat cakes."

As soon as these words came out, the tribesmen took action quickly, and the tribe became noisy.

At present, there are five stone mills in the tribe, four large ones and one small one. The four large stone mills are used to grind kudzu roots, and the small one is a hand-pushed stone mill that Ye Sang just carved out.

Now five stone mills are working together to grind powder.

The big stone mill was very heavy, so a giant horse raised by the tribe was tied to the mill, and the giant horse helped to pull it, so that no manpower was needed.

Just be careful that the giant horse beast has not been completely tamed yet, so it should not be too fierce. If it is angered, it may bring down Shimo.

This happened once before in the tribe, but since then the tribesmen have paid attention and used food to lure him instead of beating him, so there has been no such thing as pulling Shi Mo down.

As the giant horse beast moves, the wheat flour falls out of the mill little by little, collects into the grinding edge, and then drives it into the dry barrel with a brush.

The next step is to sift, a coarse sieve and a fine sieve. After two processes, you will get fine flour.

While everyone was busy grinding the flour, Ye Sang fried the wheat cakes and shoveled them out of the pot one by one and put them in the dustpan: "Xi, go get a plate and take these wheat cakes to the witch. "

"Yes, sister." Xi Jian replied sharply.

A tribesman handed over the plate, and Xi used chopsticks to put the cake on the plate, but found that he couldn't get out at all: "Sister, I can't get out."

Ye Sang raised his voice and said, "Pass the plate out and let the person on the outside carry it to the witch."

While Eagle was still dazed, a plate was handed to him: "Take it to the witch, we can't get out."

Eagle reflexively took the plate into his hand. The golden cakes on the plate exuded an alluring aroma. He restrained his desire so as not to reach out and take one from it.

The voice came again: "Hurry and give it to the witch. It's not for you. What are you doing standing there in a daze?"

The eagle finally woke up and ran up the mountain.

...There are several people in the witch's cave, all witches from the tribe. The purpose of gathering together is to learn from each other and exchange witchcraft experiences.

Several witches were sitting on stools, with a small square table in the middle. On the table were tea sets, dried meat, dried fruits, and fruits. This was the best life in the wilderness at present.

The fragrance of tea leaves emanated from the teacup and filled the entire cave.

When the eagle came to the cave, he was greeted by the fragrance of tea: such a fresh aroma, the Huaxia tribe is really a magical tribe, it feels like it has everything.

Ying brought the plate in front of Wu with both hands: "Wu, this is the wheat cake that Shao Wu fried. She asked me to bring it to you to try."

The shaman looked kind and nodded when he heard the words: "Let it go."

The eagle placed the plate on the small square table, then stepped back respectfully, waiting for the wizard's instructions.

Wu looked at him and said, "Go down, there's nothing going on here."

"Yes, Wu." The eagle then left.

There were eight cakes in total, each of which was more than enough. The witch called to the other witches, including the wandering witch: "Let's all eat together and try the food that our young witch has been busy working on for more than half a year."

——In addition to the original witches of the Huaxia Tribe, after the shamans from other tribes joined the Huaxia Tribe, they were all merged into the Medicine Department.

In the wilderness where food is scarce, no one will be excited to see new food.

You Wu said with admiration: "Young Wu is really amazing. He has invented new foods one after another, which has solved our hunger problem."

The witch's eyes were full of wisdom: "In the future, we must be more united and integrate people from all tribes to live a better life."

The wizards nodded. In the face of reality, no one objected.

Seeing that everyone was embarrassed to take it, Wu took a wheat cake for everyone, and then ate it together.

"This wheat cake is very friendly to those of us with bad teeth."

"It's so fragrant. There's a burnt aroma when you bite into it. It's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It's really good."

"If we exchange the wheat cakes, I'm afraid there will be many people who will come to exchange them."

Several witches commented while eating, with obvious excitement in their expressions. After all, only they could eat this food, and no one else had seen it before. They felt full of superiority in their hearts.

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In the tribe canteen, everyone smelled the aroma in the air and looked forward to it.

Ye Sang kept frying wheat pancakes at the pot, and she didn't stop until all the batter was fried.

At this time, the dustpans and some basins in the tribe's canteen were all filled with wheat cakes, and the rich aroma of wheat made everyone drool.

Seeing everyone looking at her, Ye Sang had no choice but to say: "Get in line right away, and those who are first in line will eat first."

The tribesmen were already very familiar with queuing up. Everyone started to move and scrambled to get in front of the queue. Soon, a line spread far and wide.

Ye Sang tasted one himself and gave one to Tancang, Xi, Hua, Yun'er, and Lin. The others asked the others who were eating wheat cakes to pass them out.

At this moment, Rong ran over with a large basin of flour: "Young witch, this is the flour we grind."

"Not bad." Ye Sang took the flour and handed him a wheat cake, "Go ahead and grind it. Let everyone taste the wheat cake later."