When Pan Geng moved to Yin, I initiated Jian Shang

Chapter 90 Pasta
"What are you doing?" Wu Xiaoye looked at the position of the oven curiously.

"Make sour and dry naan." Xinqu replied.

Calculate the time, almost.

Get a wooden clamp, open the stone at the door of the oven, and then clamp out the pottery boxes inside.

In the earthenware box, the puffed bread was sticky with a little plant ash.

So the overall appearance is gray.

Xin Qu took a dagger and poked it. As he expected, it was still a little soft now, but if this thing is kept for a long time, it will definitely become harder and harder.

He took a dagger and pierced it into the bread, then pulled hard on the two wings, and the bread was completely broken.

The color of the wheat bran is very obvious, and you can see the decoration of dried fruits.

Xin Qu cut a piece, pricked it and handed it to Wu Xiaoye. He also pricked a piece and blew it to cool down: "Be careful of burning it, the internal temperature of the naan is still very high."

The tribesmen either swallowed their saliva or were curious, watching the two eating and broadcasting.

They were curious about what it tasted like.

Xin Qu licked it and felt a little sour and sweet, but no salt.

But again, he didn't put much salt.

As soon as he took a bite, the texture of wheat bran came up, and Xinqu frowned as he finished the meal.

For the first time, Wu Xiaoye nodded: "I think it's good."

"Cang Geng, you guys who have eaten noodles, come here and try it." Xinqu called over those who had eaten noodles. After cutting them, he asked them to go and eat.

Several people imitated Xin Qu's movements and blew it to cool down before eating it. Then when they chewed it, they all showed the same expression as Xin Qu, and finally shook their heads: "It's not delicious."

"Yes, it's not as good as noodles. The taste is almost as good as eating it for slaves."

"I think it's good, it's sour and sweet." Some people pay attention to taste and don't have high requirements for texture.

"Well... save it if you can." Xin Qu sighed, "I will give this preparation method to the women of the tribe. For this year's festival, make noodles and feed them to the whole tribe."

"Really!" People who had eaten the noodles expressed surprise.

Wu Xiaoye forked another piece of naan, bit into it and said, "Okay, this can be considered as giving back to the world. This naan is not bad."

"Storage-resistant." Xin Qu nodded, "Compared with wet noodles, they need to be stored carefully to prevent them from getting wet. The naan can be stored for a month without spoiling.

The longer it sits, the harder it gets.It just hurts your teeth when you eat it, but you can just drink it with soup.

For soup, add the bones and kelp to make the soup. You can eat it for a long time with it. "

"Then let's do it. The tribe's millet can be kept and used to trade with other tribes." Wu Xiaoye did not object. In terms of eating, the tribe's members may not be as good as Xin Qu.

"Okay." Xinqu turned around and asked someone to pass out the dry fruit bread for a taste.

The tribesmen cheered, and even those who had never eaten noodles thought it tasted good.

But people who have eaten noodles will tell the people around them that this thing is not delicious, but the noodles are more refreshing, and this thing is about the same as being eaten by slaves.

This inevitably arouses the tribesmen's curiosity about noodles.

The thin noodles are really attractive!

"By the way, one more thing. The mills in our clan are all made by Yuquan! From now on, they are called Yuquan Mill and Yuquan Mill respectively."

Xinqu greeted the tribesmen and pushed Yuquan to the center: "Without Yuquan's efforts during this period, there would be no possibility for the tribesmen to eat noodles! Let me cheer for him!"

"Yuquan! Cai!!!"

"Hohohoho!"

The tribesmen shouted in unison. Yuquan, who was still resentful at first, suddenly became agitated. He smiled slightly embarrassedly and said: "These are all the drawings given by the tribe leader, and the tribe leader also has a share of the credit!"

"Hey, I'm just talking! It all depends on you to make it happen!" After Xinqu finished speaking, he said to the slaves and supervisors, "Those among you who cooperate with Yuquan in making grinders and mills will be counted as first-level heads." Gong! The clan can get more food, and you also have merit.

With Xin, we will not turn a blind eye to your efforts!
If you have any good skills or opinions, you can tell them and make them happen.As long as you do well, you will be rewarded! "

"Thank you, Patriarch!" the slaves and overseers cheered.

Everyone is very happy.

But no one objected to the first-level head merit that Xin Qu rewarded the slaves.

Because food is the most important thing for people.

Being able to obtain more food and making the unpalatable wheat grains taste better will help the tribesmen eat more and better. How many lives can be saved if necessary?
First-level first-level merit is rewarded.

"Then, from now on, Yuquan, you will be responsible for supervising the construction of mills and mills. There must be at least one for every fifty households, and planting will begin one after another in the spring next year. Everyone pays the clan's share and leaves their own. .

That part can be eaten by grinding and grinding it.In the future, we can still use these two to do foreign trade. It is definitely not an exaggeration to harvest ten thousand catties of millet from one machine.

Do as much as you can. "

After putting on the high hat for Yuquan, this fatal task was put down.

However, someone was still in excitement and did not think about this at all. He patted his chest and said vowedly: "I can make a pair in a month! I will definitely guarantee that there will be a pair in fifty households in the clan before the year!"

"color!!!"

The tribesmen cheered and boasted about Yuquan.

"Hmm...it tastes really good." Zeyu ate half a piece and then handed it to Zhou Si.

Zhou Si didn't show any pretense, she took a bite and looked at Bing Jia: "Most of the food in the clan is made by Xin Qu?"

"Well, most of the food types in the clan now are made by him and his people. For example, the corn rice mixed with lard and dried goat cheese that are often eaten are things that can be stored. Some of them are stolen from other places. Some of it was done by myself.”

Bingjia swallowed the bread in his mouth, ran his tongue across the dried sour fruit, and instantly became salivating: "These grass seeds I got from the Chishi tribe two months ago are not delicious at all, but I didn't expect to grind them and cook them a little bit." , it’s still very tasty.

It's just that I came a lot late, so I don't know what the noodles taste like.

However, you can eat it during the festival, so I’m looking forward to it. "

"I still think Xinqu has been possessed by ghosts and gods." Zhou Si frowned and said, this Xinqu and the Xinqu in her memory are completely different people.

Xinqu used to be taciturn. In his world, he only lived and never thought so much.

And now...

"If you are possessed by ghosts and gods, you should be possessed by ghosts and gods. Life will be better with Xin's presence. He has always contributed a lot." Bing Jia was more open-minded than his sister. After all, Xin Qu's sudden change has made him accustomed to it now.

As long as there is no danger to the Xin family and cooperating with Xin Qu's efforts will lead to a better life, no one will object.

"Ice Armor, let's get to work!"

"Come here!" Bing Jia shouted to his friends, and then said to Zhou Si, "Sister, brother-in-law, I'll leave first."

"Yeah. Go ahead." Zeyu waved his hand.

Then he turned around and glanced at Zhou Si, who was still frowning, and said, "Don't be too afraid. Chief Xinqu is still very good."

"I know that for the current tribe, he is very good. But what about the Dayi merchants in the south? If you continue to follow Xin Qu's path, you also know what will happen in the future. Face the Dayi merchants directly, Are you really ready?" Zhou Si sighed.

If she had never married outside and never followed Zeyu to the Su family, maybe she would still think that Xinqu's idea was very marketable.

However, she has really seen the prosperity of the south. For cities like Changping, there are no less than thirty vassal states on the periphery of Dayi merchants.

How could a mere Changping city be able to defeat the merchants of Dayi?

"Let's take it one step at a time." Zeyu patted Zhou Si on the shoulder, "No matter what the future holds, we still have the Su family as a way out. Besides, Changping City only has a population of over [-] people when it develops. No matter how many more people there are, there won't be enough people. The food cannot be carried. It cannot threaten Dayi merchants."

Zhou Si sighed and shook her head, "Maybe I think too much."

(End of this chapter)