Wild farming: I was hugged by the cold patriarch

The tribesmen saw that the patriarch's face was not very good, so they had to leave. Now there were only a few people outside Zhu's cave, and it finally became quiet.

Listening to Zhu Amu's cries, the clan leader couldn't help but be moved: "Young Witch, are you really unable to save Zhu?"

Ye Sang said seriously and solemnly: "Sorry, there is really no way. As a young witch, if it can be cured, I will definitely cure it. Please don't doubt it, chief."

The clan leader stared at Ye Sang for a while: "That's all, everyone has done their best."

Zhu woke up in the middle of the night. This time he was even crazier and more unrecognizable than the last time. The vines that bound him were almost broken free.

Zun's mother was heartbroken, but she couldn't save him. She had no choice but to watch Zun cry.

At daybreak, Zhu's movements weakened, his breath gradually weakened, and he fell asleep and never woke up again.

The clan leader asked the clansmen to carry the disease out and bury it. clansmen suffering from incurable diseases should be buried far away and deeply to avoid infecting the clan members in the future.

With Zhi dead, there would be nothing left for Ye Sang. Ye Sang left the Langtou tribe with his tribe and continued to search for peas.

Ye Sang was very lucky this time. At noon, he saw peas growing halfway up the mountain.

Spreading from the mountainside to the bottom of the mountain are full of peas. The beans are as big as three fingers placed together. They have a wild style. They have matured and the vines have withered. They are about half an acre of land.

Ye Sang said to everyone: "Let's just pull up the peas, tie them into bundles, and take them back to the tribe together."

The tribesmen acted together and pulled up the roots of the peas.

They finished pulling the peas quickly, and each person took some. Then they went to the market to get the chrysanthemums. After picking up the chrysanthemums, they returned to the tribe.

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The peas were dried in the sun for a day. Ye Sang asked the tribesmen to peel the peas and plant them on the edge of the soil.

There were quite a lot of peas in half an acre of land. Ye Sang didn't buy any more from the mall. He planted as many as he could and still planted a lot of space.

The potatoes had all been planted in the soil when they went to look for them, so Ye Sang didn't need to worry about them.

Now that the peas have been planted again, things in the soil have come to an end for the time being.

But Ye Sang still couldn't take any time off, because the corn harvest was about to begin, and immediately after the corn harvest, he had to harvest rice, so he was extremely busy.

Corn is fine, but rice requires tools to recover, such as: buckets, rice beds, rice hulls, etc.

The grain hopper is a container used to hold threshed rice.

The rice bed is placed in the rice bucket. After cutting the rice with the pole, it is hit on the rice bed, and the grains fall into the rice bucket.

The rice huller is an ancient rice mill that uses a large number of densely packed wooden teeth to peel the rice, which can then dry the grains before preparing them.

Ye Sang led the carpentry team to make rice harvesting containers.

This tool couldn't be finished in one or two days. On the third day of making the tool, Ye Sang began to arrange for people from the Ministry of Agriculture to break the corn.

The broken corn is dried in the drying field, and then threshed after it is dried.

This is food for the winter. The people's energy is very high, and they are all in high spirits, as if they will never be tired.

The corn stalks were cut off against the soil, carried to the edge, built into mushroom-like piles, dried in the sun, and later used as firewood.

With these things, you no longer need to risk going to the woods to collect firewood.

It took a whole month to build one tool after another, but it was finally ready.

Within this month, all the corn was collected, separated, and impurities were removed with a hand-operated windmill. Each person received thirty kilograms of corn, leaving a small portion for emergencies.As the food was distributed more and more, the people's hearts became more and more stable.

On this day, Ye Sang was going to grind some corn to eat, and everyone in the tribe was looking forward to it.

Take the corn and grind it over and over again. Use a stone mill to grind it. You don't need to grind it too much. The corn kernels are just right for making porridge.

Ye Sang took a fine sieve and put the corn that had been ground several times into the sieve and sifted it. The powder fell into the basin, while the crushed corn remained in the sieve and placed in another basin.

By repeating this operation, Ye Sang passed all the corn through the sieve.

Add some flour to the cornmeal, knead it into a dough, put it aside first, and then cook it in the polenta like bread noodles.

Ye Sang took a clay pot, mixed it with water, put it on a fire, poured the chopped corn into it, and started cooking, stirring it with a spoon to prevent it from getting stuck in the pot.

The tribesmen gathered around to watch, thinking that they would go home to cook and eat it later.

It was summer now, and soon the pot came to a boil. After cooking for about ten minutes, the corn porridge in the pot was bubbling. She took the dough, pulled it into pancakes, and put it into the pot to cook together.

The collision of the aroma of corn and wheat made Ye Sang swallow his saliva with greed.

She hasn't had porridge for a long, long time, and she is looking forward to this corn porridge.

The pancake was cooked quickly. Ye Sang tasted a small piece, then put some salt on it and started the pot. Then he set the big pot on fire and started cooking the second pot.

The one jar she cooked was only enough for a few people, so this time she made it for everyone.

However, the corn has been distributed to everyone, and there will be no more distribution now. After everyone watches it, they go home and cook it themselves. What is cooked in this big pot is for Lin and the others.

Ye Sang took the bowl over and poured the porridge out of the clay pot to let it cool. She filled five bowls and prepared one bowl for Tancang.

Yun'er climbed onto the stool and sat down: "Sister, when can I eat?"

"You can eat it when it's cool. Come on, sister, I'll feed you." Ye Sang used chopsticks to crush the noodles in Yun'er's bowl, and then brought the spoon over to feed her.

"Sister, I'll eat it myself." Yun'er reached for the spoon.

"Eat it and blow on it, it's very hot." Ye Sang warned with some worry.

"Sister, I know." Yun'er is very sensible.
Xi and Hua sat next to Yun'er and started eating together, blowing on the steam as they ate.

Ye Sang waited for Tan Cang to arrive before he started eating. The polenta was very thick, and the flour cake was yellow like corn, soft, and exuded a strong aroma of wheat. It was sweet after eating, and was quite delicious.

Ye Sang ate three bowls in a row before stopping. After eating, he had a chopstick of cold shredded radish, which immediately upgraded the taste and was very satisfying.

Yucang ate five bowls before he stopped: "It's delicious. I didn't expect corn to be so delicious."

Ye Sang smiled and said, "I will cook rice for you in the future. It will be more delicious."

Tan Cang asked curiously: "What is rice?"

Ye Sang: "It's just rice. It's still in the field. It's confiscated. It can be harvested in two days."

Tancang: "I'll bring the tribe warriors to help when the time comes. It'll be faster this way."

Ye Sang nodded: "Alright."

It's getting dark, and the tribesmen have all gone home. Today, many families eat polenta at home. Of course, it's not just polenta, but also barbecue. Otherwise, the tribesmen might not be full after a busy day.