Farming in Primitive Society

Chapter 41
"It's not a bad thing if you don't be nervous." Seeing that Mu Xiaohua's reaction was a little overwhelmed, Cheng hurriedly comforted her.

Mu Xiaohua raised her eyebrows slightly, and Cheng Shi smiled and said, "Our tribe's summer festival will be held in three days. Grandma hopes that you will be responsible for the food for the summer festival dinner."

The summer festival, Mu Xiaohua has heard from Chan before that all the tribes in the Moya Forest will have a summer festival in the middle of summer every year. Every year is different.

On the summer festival day, people from the whole tribe gather together to hold a ritual to pray to heaven for good weather in summer and a good harvest in autumn.

"Oh! That's it!" Mu Xiaohua breathed a sigh of relief, "This is the time to prove that I can change your diet!"

"Heh!" Cheng chuckled and said, "Yes!"

"Yeah." Mu Xiaohua nodded, "I'll teach everyone my method, it's up to you how you learn."

"I understand that."

Mu Xiaohua tied the straw sandals to the straw rope and tied a knot, "It's done, all right, bring the bamboo strips in and let's start weaving bamboo baskets!"

Straw sandals are the simplest weaving method that Mu Xiaohua came up with, and bamboo baskets are a weaving method that has been passed down through history in memory. Although handmade bamboo baskets are becoming less and less common in the era of mechanization, handmade bamboo baskets have become more and more popular because of this. Value, Mu Xiaohua did a lot then.

There are many styles of bamboo baskets, and the weaving methods are also different. Mu Xiaohua has made three kinds before, and today she intends to teach the simplest one.

Bring in the bamboo strips that were broken yesterday, and the two began to weave.

"The edges of the bamboo slices are very sharp, so be careful not to scratch your hands." Mu Xiaohua asked while teaching, "Let's weave the bottom of the basket first."

Mu Xiaohua was teaching while weaving, Cheng squatted beside her and watched carefully, Mu Xiaohua said: "The bottom is very easy to weave, you can weave as long or as wide as you want, go try it out!"

Because the bamboo strips are long so as not to hit each other during the weaving process, the two had to keep a certain distance. Mu Xiaohua followed Cheng to his place and began to teach him hand in hand, so the two got very close.

Cheng couldn't help but be happy, looking at Mu Xiaohua's serious profile, with the faint fragrance of her body in his breath, he felt his heart "pounding" fast.

This is the first time he has this feeling, it is very strange, but he knows that it is called heartbeat.

"Have you seen enough?" Mu Xiaohua felt that she was about to be stared out of the hole, and finally couldn't help but make a sound.

"I can't get enough of it. I want to watch it forever." Cheng smiled and expressed his heart.

Mu Xiaohua glanced at him, she was completely immune to his love words that came out of her mouth, she directly chose to ignore them, and said, "If you don't study hard, I won't teach you."

"Study." Cheng felt a little resigned to Mu Xiaohua's ignorance, and affirmed, "I will study hard."

After teaching Cheng how to weave the bottom, Mu Xiaohua watched him make it up and thought it was okay, so she went back to her place and made her own, checking Cheng's situation from time to time to give some pointers.

Not long after, Can and the others came back after washing the cassava. Mu Xiaohua invited them to learn how to weave bamboo baskets. After everyone tried it, Shi weaved the best. He was also very interested in weaving bamboo baskets. He took over, and she and the others made tapioca starch.

There is no machine, and the only way to process cassava starch is to use the most primitive way. Peel the cassava, cut it into small pieces, put it in a stone mortar and pestle, wrap it in a cloth and rub it in a basin filled with water until the cassava pulp Rub it all out. After the cassava pulp settles, pour off the top layer of water, and the bottom layer is the tapioca starch. At this time, the tapioca starch is wet. When it is dug out and dried in the sun, it will become dry starch, which can be stored for a long time. .

This is easy to say, but it is quite troublesome to do. Without cloth, Mu Xiaohua only contributed her clothes.

Everyone divides the labor and cooperates, and each is busy. All these are very new to the primitive people, and they are extremely busy.

Soon the morning was coming to an end, Cheng Genshi's bamboo basket was woven for a quarter, the cassava was only half-peeled, and Mu Xiaohua was making lunch.

The cassava soaked the night before was not cooked yet, but at noon today, Mu Xiaohua cooked them all. With the large clay pot, cooking is much more convenient.

If the original small clay pots could barely cook for three people, the current large clay pots can cook for seven people.

Of course, it takes a lot more time to cook. Mu Xiaohua looked at the clay pots that hadn't been opened for a long time, and looked forward to the custom-made bronze kitchen utensils.

"Xiao Hua, what are you going to do now? I'll learn from you." Hearing that Mu Xiaohua was going to make lunch, Nuolai, who was helping to make tapioca starch, helped her light the fire and learn from a teacher.

"I'm going to cook chicken and millet porridge now." Mu Xiaohua took a pheasant that was dried on the fire, cut off the chicken breast, washed it, put it on a cutting board and cut it into shreds. Let them cut, a veritable solid wood cutting board.

It was the first time that Nuo saw someone shred meat, and his face was full of surprise. Of course, it was also the first time he heard of chicken millet porridge. After looking at Mu Xiaohua for a while, he asked, "When making chicken millet porridge, the chicken must be cut into pieces." Chengsi?"

"Not necessarily. It depends on personal preference. It can be shredded, sliced ​​or diced."

Nuo Xiaoran nodded and asked Mu Xiaohua some other questions, and Mu Xiaohua answered them one by one. It can be seen that Nuo is really interested in cooking.

I like to make delicious food by myself, and I prefer to eat delicious food. The same attributes are very effective in bringing the relationship between the two closer, and it also allows the two to have endless topics to talk about.

Seeing the two talking and laughing all the time, Cheng couldn't help but mutter in his heart, Nuo is quite capable, and he and Xiao Hua get along so well!
Seeing how natural Xiaohua gets along with Nuo and how good her attitude towards Nuo is, how come he is so defensive?Hey, it's all about first impressions, right?He can only blame himself.

After cooking the chicken and millet porridge, Mu Xiaohua prepared to roast two pieces of wild boar meat. She took two pieces of meat from the wooden rack to wash, cut them open a few times and boiled them in clean water.

So Nuo didn't understand again, and asked, "Why do you cook it?"

"The meat that is used for drying is salted first. It is a bit salty, so it must be desalted."

"Why salt it?"

"It's not easy to spoil with salt, and you have to put in the right amount of salt when pickling. If you put too little, it's easy to go bad. If you put too much, you can't even cook it well. The salty taste is not good."

"There are quite a lot of doorways." Nuo sighed.

"Yes!" Mu Xiaohua nodded and turned over the pieces of meat in the clay pot, "So if you want to cook delicious food, you must take care of all aspects."

The scent permeates the entire cave, and it will be lunch time soon, Chengsan brothers and sisters are about to say goodbye and leave, Mu Xiaohua has done their part to let them eat, after all, they gave them all the cassava they dug the day before yesterday, and treating them to a meal is just a thank you .

Ah Mei didn't want to go home to eat at first, but when she heard Mu Xiaohua stay, she immediately responded happily and cheered.

Although it was a bit embarrassing to stay at someone else's house to eat like this, Nuo really wanted to try Mu Xiaohua's craftsmanship, so he stopped being polite.

As a result, Cheng went home alone.

In fact, he also wanted to stay, but someone had to go home and say something so that the family would not wait, so he had no choice but to choose to go home to eat, and Mu Xiaohua brought some cassava for him back.

But she never expected that her current kindness would bring her a big trouble.

　Before you know it, it’s the Mid-Autumn Festival, I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival~~Meme~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)