Wild farming: I was hugged by the cold patriarch

Chapter 92 092. The birth of meatloaf

The baby chair is made of bamboo. It is exquisite, beautiful and cute. It was very common in the countryside when Ye Sang was a child. The baby chair can be used after the child's waist has strength.

Yun'er's baby chair can be used to sit on it, and there is also a small table for eating. It is tied with a layer of animal skin on the side. It is soft and will not hurt her.

Tancang and the others took out their own bone ornaments and hung them on the baby chair. The beautifully patterned animal skins and the beautiful bone ornaments immediately gave off a wild and wild atmosphere.

Yun'er likes to play with the bone ornaments hanging on the side very much. She always likes to put them in her mouth and bite them, which are covered with saliva. Hua has to wash them before going to bed every day.

I also eat barbecue in the morning. The environment can particularly affect people. Ye Sang was disgusted at first, but now he has adapted to it, but he doesn’t eat much.

"Sister, it's time to eat." Hua cut the braised pork into slices and put it on a plate, poured a spoonful of sauce on it, it was so delicious, and then brought it over and placed it in front of Ye Sang.

Since having Hua, Ye Sang feels that her burden has been greatly reduced. The little girl can help her solve most of her worries and is a very good helper.

Xi walked over with an animal leg in his arms, eating as he walked: "Sister, it's delicious. Can we have braised pork for lunch?"

Ye Sang didn't agree: "You can't eat delicious food all the time. If you get hurt after eating it, you won't want to eat it again."

Xi asked expectantly: "What's for lunch?"

"Good stuff." Ye Sang glanced at the large pile of kudzu root placed in the corner. During this period, the people in the collection team dug out kudzu root whenever they had time. They could dig out thousands of kilograms of kudzu root every day. Now there are at least [-] kilograms of kudzu root piled in the corner. Thousands of kilograms of kudzu root.

Ye Sang decided to extract some kudzu root powder.

After eating breakfast in three to three times, Ye Sang started to work.

She needed an iron piece to rub kudzu into mud, so she came to the iron-making furnace. Now she made a mold, then melted the iron beads into iron juice and poured it into the mold, waited for the iron juice to condense, and then threw it into the water to quench. Refining.

After a while, Ye Sang took out the iron piece. The iron piece was about the thickness of a finger, thirty centimeters long and fifteen centimeters wide. In the middle was an extremely rough part about the width of a palm, which looked a bit strange.

Ye Sang touched the rough part and was very satisfied.

Next, Ye Saung put on a basket and picked up a basket of kudzu roots, then moved it to the washing table to clean it.

The laundry table is a stone platform built with stones for Ye Sang's convenience. It is very convenient for washing clothes and animal skins. At first, there was only one. Later, the tribesmen found it useful, so they built two more, and there were three washing tables. .

When cleaning kudzu, use a loofah to wash it. It doesn't hurt your hands and washes cleanly and quickly. Ye Sang likes this loofah very much.

Wash the kudzu roots, peel them, then take a large pottery pot, cover the pottery pot with a large piece of brown gauze, take the iron block, hold the iron piece in one hand, hold the kudzu root in the other hand, put the kudzu root upright on the There was friction on the iron block.

With friction, the kudzu root quickly turns into kudzu mud.

Ye Sang touched the kudzu mud. It was quite delicate, comparable to the mud made by a food processor.

Xue came out to take a breath and saw Ye Sang rubbing there. It was very strange, "Sang, what are you doing?"

Ye Sang glanced at Xue and replied, "I'm making kudzu mud."

Xue knew that Ye Sang was making delicious food again, and her eyes became sharp: "Is this kudzu puree edible?"

Ye Sang said enthusiastically: "We can't do it now. We still need a few steps to eat. I'll ask Xi to call you at noon later. How about you come down and have lunch with us?"

Xue waved her hands and said with a smile: "No, no, I'll just ask. I don't mean to eat."

Ye Sang didn't mind: "It doesn't matter. I can make a lot in a while. I won't miss your bowl. That's settled."

Xue couldn't control the greed in her heart, but finally agreed: "Okay then."

As soon as I was busy, four hours passed like this.

After grinding the last bit of kudzu mud, Ye Sang shook off his sore hands and breathed a long sigh of relief: "Finally finished grinding." Add some water to the basin, stir, close the gauze, and squeeze the water into the basin inside.

The water at this time is white, mixed with kudzu powder.

Squeeze it little by little until the kudzu mud is squeezed dry. After squeezing it dry, put it into clean water and wash it twice. Repeat the first action twice. Pour the washed water into a clay pot and let it stand.

Hua asked curiously: "Sister, is the food ready now?"

"No, we have to wait a moment." Ye Sang put the basket on her back, called two soldiers, and went with her to the river to fetch water.

There are many water celery growing nearby, and Yeosang’s target is water celery.

When he came here, Ye Sang put down the basket on his back, cut a basket of water celery with a sickle without any distinction, and then hurried back to the clan area.

No one is safe outside, only the tribe is the safest.

Ye Sang came back and took out all the water celery and sorted them out one by one. Only the fresh ones were needed, not the old or bad leaves.

Arrange it, wash it carefully twice, and then chop it into pieces.

Another hour passed.

Ye Sang went back to the cave and took out a large piece of thigh meat, which was almost fat, and chopped it into pieces with a knife.

Pour off the water on the upper layer of the pottery pot, leaving the thicker kudzu powder below. Add the meat cubes and water celery into it, then add salt and some spice powder. No other need to be added, and then stir evenly to form a paste.

Ye Sang asked Hua to light up the fire, she wanted pancakes!
Heat the pot, and Ye Sang puts half a spoonful of oil into the pot. When the temperature rises, the oil turns into liquid. Ye Sang pours the oil to the edge of the pot, then scoops the paste into the pot, and pours it along the edge of the pot until it is Fill the pot to the brim.

This pan can bake eight cakes.

"Hua, the fire should be lower." Ye Sang smelled the slightly burnt aroma and couldn't help but swallow her saliva. She was greedy.

After a while, turn the cake over and see that each one is fried golden and the color is very beautiful.

A strong aroma wafted out of the pot, and soon the rest of the clan members were gathered around the pot, swallowing hard.

Not long after, Ye Sang shoveled the cake into the dustpan and fried it in the second pot.

When they were frying the fourth pot, the Cang team who had gone hunting came back. The pace of the group was obviously fast. They smelled the aroma and wanted to return to the tribe immediately.

"Sang, what are you cooking for?" He ran over in a hurry, with a lot of blood on his body. The savage man suddenly turned into a foodie.

"Pie, meat pie." Ye Sang said with a smile.

Feng immediately swallowed the saliva in his mouth: "Can you give me one?"

Ye Sang said generously: "Okay, everyone will try it in a while."

"Let's just take a look. If you don't want to eat, don't eat."

"Yes, let's see how you do it. We'll do it in the future too. We've seen it for a while now, and we'll try it ourselves later."

"That's right, you can eat such good food yourself and don't need to share it with us."

It's one thing for everyone to come and look at it, but it's another thing to reach out and take it. Besides, it's not like they don't have food now, so how can they take other people's things for nothing?

(End of this chapter)