When Pan Geng moved to Yin, I initiated Jian Shang

Chapter 89 Mill and Millstone

Xin Qu finally managed to get some sleep.As a result, I was woken up before dawn.

He rubbed his eyes and pushed the door out: "What's the matter! Can't you just let me have a good sleep?"

Xinqu complained, and Yuquan stood at the door, looking at Xinqu with red eyes, and said resentfully: "Isn't this good news for you, patriarch? The millstone is ready!"

"Really!" Xinqu's eyes lit up, "Where is it?"

"Workshop."

"wait for me!"

Xinqu ran to the water tank outside the house, filled a gourd of water, washed his face, sobered up, put on his trousers, and hurried away with Yuquan.

Not long after, a pulping mill and a roller mill came into view in the workshop.

Xin Qu wiped it with his hands, then looked at the crushed wheat in the dustpan beside him, and his smile became brighter: "Okay! Now you can eat pasta."

"The efficiency is indeed very high." Yuquan nodded.

The current way of eating wheat grains in the tribe is to use slaves to slowly roll and grind the wheat husks, artificially separate the wheat husks, and then use a treadmill to break them little by little, and then process and grind them.

The efficiency is definitely not high, and the particles are uneven and very large.

But this thing in front of me is different, the polishing efficiency is very high.

That is, useless person.

In order to toss these two machines, more than 100 slaves were used day and night just to cut stones. Eighteen slaves had already suffered serious damage to their arms due to long-term processing, and the bloodshot look was visceral.

"Clan leader, how are you going to use these?"

"Of course it's used to grind wheat grains and make some noodles as soon as possible, or bake naan."

Xinqu thought for a while and replied: "Baked naan should be the most cost-effective and durable. It can save a lot of cooking time, so there is no need for a lot of women to work in the kitchen all the time."

Xin Qu had a plan and just did it.

"You take the slaves and move these two to the straw shed outside the kitchen. Then move a few horses."

Xinqu left in a hurry, but Yuquan had no choice but to refute.

I can only scold Xin Qu for his unscrupulous pressing, but when I take a closer look at the grinding and pulping mills, I can’t put it down.

This is baby!

Wheat bran doesn't taste very good, but it's still edible. I just don't know how to make it delicious, but Xinqu's research on food is definitely top-notch in the clan.

He dares to eat many things that others dare not eat. Crab is the trend he started. Regardless of whether it is boiled or fried, as long as it is cooked properly and the earthy smell is gone, it is still very fresh.

Yuquan led the slaves to move the millstone to the straw shed behind the canteen. Several women who were busy looked at it curiously: "What is this?"

"Millstones, one for dry grinding and one for wet grinding." Yuquan answered, heard another noise, and then saw Xin Qu appearing with Cang Geng and the others.

At the same time, dozens of bags of grain, as well as a group of slaves, dustpans, and sieves were moved in, and wooden shelves were erected outside the hay shed so that the dustpans could be put on them.

At the same time, the wet mud in the open space behind the thatched shed was used. Xinqu also moved two "waist and belly long-mouthed jars", connected the long mouths to the stove, and then covered the mouths of the jars. Cowhide, tied tightly, becomes a simple blower.

A special stove for baking naan is being built, and Xinqu is not idle either.

He first blindfolded the horse with a thick cloth, and then tied the horse to the long wooden pavilion where the roller was rolled. Then he sifted the shelled wheat to remove some weeds, then poured it on the millstone and urged the horse to move. After grinding for a few times, use a small broom to sweep in the overflowing powder and continue grinding.

On the grinding roller, the lines required by Xin Qu have been polished. Under the friction above, the wheat grains are quickly crushed and turned into wheat bran along with the wheat hulls.

After grinding a plate, Xin Qu swept them off bit by bit, then took out a small sieve and started filtering.

A pile of wheat bran and a pile of fine flour.

After reaching out and crushing it, Xin Qu secretly sighed that the current sieve could not sieve out the large white noodles, but it was still edible.

"Sifting according to my behavior just now and according to this specification." Xinqu said to the naturalized man's supervisor, Tao Aao, "These are called Laifen and Laifu. Laifen is given to the tribe, and Laifu is made into sour fruit naan (bread). )."

Xinqu thought for a moment and said to Cang Geng: "Bring a jar of the dried berries that the clan has harvested this year, and I will make sour naan."

Why make naan?Because it is convenient, simple and tastes good.

Nowadays, there is no yeast, and many of the things we make are dead noodles, but by adding dried fruits, yeast is no longer needed.There are already a lot of substances in dried fruits that can promote fermentation.

Moreover, sour naan can be stored for a long time. It can be stored in a dry and ventilated place for a month.

The most important thing is that it can be made into a long strip and used as a stick when necessary.

And there are too few cooking utensils now. Naan can be baked on a stone slab. Anyway, it is for slaves to eat, so save what you can.

Soon, Xinqu sifted out the bran mixed with some flour and mixed it with water, then sprinkled a little salt, then took out one or two of the can of dried fruits sent by Cang Geng, threw them in, and mixed them together. .

Then cover the pot and place it in a cool place to rest.

He was tossing the noodles himself, then he brought the rolling pin that he had prepared long ago, made himself a basin of noodles, and poured a basin of wild boar soup that the clan had been cooking for a while.

Then I took out my chopsticks, took a bowl, and started eating.

"Clan leader, how does it taste?"

Cang Geng sniffed, curious and swallowed: "Although I have seen some tribes do this, obviously no tribe leader has done it so carefully."

Xinqu finished a bowl and almost burst into tears.

Depend on!Finally, I had a bowl of hot noodles, which was wild boar soup.

However, although this chewy texture still has a lot of gluten, it is delicious!
"Delicious! Delicious!"

"I'll make a bowl!" Cang Geng took the lead.

The other tribesmen rushed up with a bang.

"Don't grab it! Leave a bowl for me!" Xinqu shouted.

Damn it, you’re going to eat shit if you grab it like that!

"Chuck!"

"Hiss, it's a bit hot, but it's chewy and much more delicious than millet!"

"Ugh...I discovered what the hell I've been eating all my life!"

Several older tribesmen were trembling and crying.

Ever since Xinqu started messing with meals, they discovered more and more foods that exceeded their knowledge. The taste of flour simply beats that of millet.

Xinqu put down his bowl and looked helplessly at the empty pottery basin, which didn't even leave any soup for him, as well as the tribesmen chatting about the taste of the food, and shook his head slightly.

You never tire of food, and this is true in ancient and modern times.

Besides, there are so many things that flour can do. Of course, millet can also be ground into powder, but the processing difficulty is different.

In addition, the millet planting period was a little careless in the Haihe River Basin, and there was no harvest. We also had to worry about sparrow consumption. Sparrows were really annoying.

On the contrary, wheat is more advantageous because it can be grown over the winter and reduces the damage caused by summer drought.

This is the core reason why millet cannot beat wheat.

Millet must follow the same period of rain and heat. Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn.But if there is a severe drought in summer, there will be no harvest.

Wheat can be grown over the winter, which perfectly avoids the unstable summer.

Xinqu walked to the lai bran noodles, which had been awake for a while, and pressed them. It was indeed a little fermented.

Then he pulled the ball out, divided it into eight balls, shaped them, put them in small pottery boxes, and put them on the small stone grill of the stove used by the tribe to barbecue.

In about half an hour, there were more and more clan members, and it was finally time to get to work.

They heard that Xin Qu was making new food, and they couldn't help but be curious.

"The witch is here, Rang Rang."

Someone saw Wu Xiaoye and quickly asked the crowd to make way.

(End of this chapter)