I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

Because it was the first time to steam steamed buns, using alkaline water, Mu Feng was not sure whether the buns he steamed would be sour or bitter, so he did not dare to steam too much in the first pot, and only steamed more than 20. .

When the water boiled and there was heat under the wooden lid, everyone was looking forward to taking a step forward and waiting for the steamed buns to come out of the pot.

Because of the boiled water, they knew that when the water was boiled, it meant it was boiled.

Seeing the expressions of a few people, Mu Feng shook his head and said: "It's not enough. If the steamed buns are boiled, they won't be cooked. They need to be cooked for a while. Let the buns be steamed in the pot for a while!"

"Warchief, how long does it take to steam?" Someone asked the point.

Mu Feng frowned and thought.

Generally, the steamed buns need to be steamed for at least 15 minutes after the water is boiled. If it is a big steamed bun, it may take 30 minutes or more.

The problem is that at the moment he doesn't have a timer at hand, and no one can understand the fifteen minutes or thirty minutes.

"What to do?" Mu Feng thought carefully, "It seems that I have to think of a way to make a timing tool, otherwise there will be no score for the groggy every day!"

Frankly speaking, since the journey to the present, Mu Feng has not paid much attention to the specific time.

He only knows that he gets up every day at dawn, and eats and sleeps when it gets dark.

Work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

There is no harassment from the previous life society, and there is no busy work every day. What is busy every day is just to fill the stomach and pursue the simplicity.

But it's not good to have no time concept at all, at least there must be a timing thing.

But this is something later, now he has to solve the problem of timing, otherwise things like steaming buns have to fall on him.

He thought for a while and said: "Well, let me teach you a way to estimate the time."

"Is there any way to count time?" Some people were puzzled.

"Well, yes!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "It's very simple, just see such thick firewood? Five sticks are burned at the bottom of the pot, and when the fire turns weaker, fill in the second one. For the second firewood, it should be fine this time when it is burned out."

Mufeng estimated from the burning time of the firewood just now. It takes about ten minutes from the ignition to the end of the burning of five pieces of wood, and it takes about six or seven minutes from the ignition to the peak of the fire, and it takes about 15 minutes to add firewood twice. .

As for his calculation method, it is even simpler-counting.

From one to sixty, repeat the count several times. Although it can't be completely accurate, it's not far off.

The most important thing is that such an estimation method is relatively simple, easy for the tribe to master, and it saves him a lot of saliva to explain.

"It turned out to be like this!" Everyone suddenly realized, firmly remembering this method taught by Mu Feng, pressing anxiously, and continuing to wait.

Finally, after Mu Feng added two more rounds of firewood, he stopped adding firewood and waited for the firewood to go out.

Then Mu Feng lifted the lid, and a long-lost steamed bun's fragrance came to his face.

I saw more than 20 steamed buns neatly arranged on the bamboo leaves in the pot.

After being steamed, the bamboo leaves have changed from emerald green to their looks, and they no longer have their previous luster. Instead, the steamed buns look like "big belly and round waist", fat and bulging, nearly half the size of the previous whole!

Because it is cornmeal, the buns are light yellow.

Because the bamboo leaves are used instead of the cage cloth, the whole steamed buns exudes a unique scent of bamboo leaves in addition to the inherent flavor of the flour itself!

"It smells so good!" I didn't know what he said.

"Warchief, can you eat it?" someone asked timidly.

"Yeah!" Mu Feng nodded, "Wait a minute, I'll try it!"

Speaking, he reached out and dipped some water on a steamed bun, and the steamed bun sank and quickly recovered.

"Well, it's cooked, you can eat it!" Mu Feng signaled, and then took them out one by one and put them on the wooden board. It was hot, so he quickly touched his ears.

This is also the old method in the past, the ears dissipate heat quickly.

Mu Feng pinched a small piece and tasted it, neither sour nor bitter nor dry. He grinned and said, "It's very successful!"

The people around couldn't wait one by one. Regardless of the steamed buns being hot, after getting permission from the wood flour, they walked up and ate them directly with the buns.

"Ah, it's delicious!"

"Well, incense!"

"It turns out that things made of corn are so delicious!"

Mu Feng was relieved. The first time he made steamed buns was already very successful. Then the next thing is simple. Just mix all the remaining flour and wait for the noodles to rise, counting the time, just before moving to tomorrow. Make all the steamed buns.

On the second day, the people on the left and right stopped their buddies and began to move things into the earth building.

To be honest, the relocation of primitive people is really simple-fur, clay pots and some necessary tools and weapons.

Apart from this, there is nothing long.

Therefore, the massive "relocation" that Mu Feng thought originally was completed only under his order.

I really want to say that what impressed all the people was that a pile of bamboo was burned in front of each tulou, and the sound of "cracking" was endless, which shocked everyone.

Except for Mu Feng, everyone in the tribe had heard such a sound for the first time, and each of them turned pale with fright.

Some are timid, and even have calf tremors.

If Mu Feng hadn't stood there with a smile, some people would have run away long ago.

It also made the five wolves, who were originally alive and dancing, shivering, shrank beside Mu Feng and did not dare to move.

"Huh?" Mu Feng's eyes lit up, "Yes, firecrackers, the sound of firecrackers can scare away a lot of beasts! If I can make gunpowder, even firecrackers, no one can resist this power! "

Mu Feng became excited: "Gunpowder, gunpowder!"

If gunpowder can be made, it is not just a matter of achievement points.

But thinking of the saltpetre needed for gunpowder is quite complicated, and he can't make it out for a while.

"Well, this matter must be remembered, and I must get it out when I get my hands free."

"Great, Chief Chief..." Lihu said with a pale face, "Is this the firecracker? It's too scary!"

"Yeah!" Mu Feng nodded and smiled, "Firecrackers are like this, they are loud, so they can eliminate evil and disasters."

After a pause, he smiled and said, "Look, you guys are afraid to be like this if you know this is bamboo in advance. What if other people don't know it?"

Lihu suppressed the fear in his heart, and after thinking about it, he said, "Other people are also afraid?"

"Yeah!" Mu Feng smiled and nodded, "Look, the wolves are scared! Such things, if used well, are definitely a secret weapon for our tribe!"

"Secret weapon?" Lihu was at a loss.

"Well, it's not possible now, it must be in the future!" Mu Feng corrected, "Soon!"

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