I am the chief of a primitive tribe

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

When the water boiled, steam came out from under the wooden lid, and everyone was eager to take a step forward and wait for the buns to come out of the pot.

Because of boiling water, they knew that boiling water meant that it was cooked.

Seeing the expressions of several people, Mu Feng shook his head and said, "Not yet, if you steam buns, the water will not be cooked after boiling. You need to boil it for a while longer and let the buns steam in the pot for a while longer!"

"Chief, how long do you need to steam?" Someone asked the point.

Mu Feng frowned and thought.

Generally, the buns need to be steamed for at least fifteen minutes after the water boils. If it is a big bun, it may take thirty minutes or even longer.

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

"What should I do?" Mu Feng thought carefully, "It seems that I have to find a way to make a timekeeping tool, otherwise I will be groggy every day and have no idea what to do!"

To be honest, from the time he traveled through time to now, Mu Feng has never paid much attention to the specific time.

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

He works at sunrise and rests at sunset.

There is no disturbance in the society of the previous life, and there is no endless work every day. What he is busy with every day is just to fill his stomach and pursue simplicity.

But it is not good to have no concept of time at all. At least there must be a timekeeping tool.

But this is a later story. Now he has to solve the problem of timekeeping, otherwise things like steaming buns will fall on him.

He thought for a while and said, "How about this, I will teach you a way to estimate the time."

"Is there any other way to calculate the time?" Some tribesmen were puzzled.

"Well, it's OK!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "It's very simple. Just see such thick firewood. Put five pieces of firewood at the bottom of the pot and burn them. When the fire turns from strong to weak, add firewood for the second time. This time, wait until it burns out, and it should be OK."

Mu Feng estimated the time the firewood had been burning just now. It took about ten minutes for five pieces of firewood to burn out, and about six or seven minutes from ignition to the strongest fire. It just so happens that adding firewood twice is about the same as fifteen minutes.

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

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

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

"So that's it!" Everyone suddenly realized, firmly remembered the method taught by Mu Feng, secretly anxious, and continued to wait.

Finally, Mu Feng added two more rounds of firewood and stopped adding firewood, waiting for the fire to go out.

Then Mu Feng lifted the lid of the pot, and a long-lost fragrance of steamed buns came to his face.

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

After being steamed, the bamboo leaves had turned from emerald green to dark, and no longer had the previous luster. Instead, the steamed buns looked "big-bellied and round-waisted", plump, and nearly half the size of the whole bun!

Because it was cornmeal, each steamed bun was pale yellow.

Because the bamboo leaves were used instead of the cage cloth, the whole steamed bun exuded not only the inherent smell of flour itself, but also a unique fragrance of bamboo leaves!

"It smells so good!" I don't know who said it.

"Great Chief, can it be eaten?" Someone asked timidly.

"Well!" Mu Feng nodded, "Wait a minute, let me try!"

As he said, he reached out and dipped his hand in water and pressed on a steamed bun. The bottom of the steamed bun was sunken and quickly recovered.

"Well, it's cooked, ready to eat!" Mu Feng gestured, and then took them out one by one and put them on the wooden board. It was a little hot, so he hurriedly touched his ears.

This was also a traditional method in the past, and the ears dissipated heat quickly.

Mu Feng pinched a small piece and tasted it. It was not sour, bitter, or dry. He grinned and said, "Very successful!"

The people around him couldn't wait, regardless of the hotness of the steamed buns. After getting Mu Feng's permission, they came up and took the steamed buns and shared them.

"Ah, delicious!"

"Well, fragrant!"

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

Mu Feng was relieved. The first time he made steamed buns was already very successful, so the next thing was simple. He just mixed all the remaining flour and waited for the dough to rise. Calculating the time, all the steamed buns could be made before moving tomorrow.

On the second day, the tribesmen on both sides stopped their work and started moving things into the earth building.

To be honest, the relocation of primitive people was really simple - fur, pottery jars and some necessary tools and weapons.

Apart from these, there was nothing else.

So the "relocation" that Mu Feng thought was so grand was completed at his command.

What impressed all the tribesmen was that a pile of bamboo was burned in front of each earth building. The "crackling" sound was endless, which scared everyone.

Except for Mu Feng, everyone in the tribe heard such a sound for the first time, and they were so scared that their faces turned pale.

Some of the timid ones even had trembling calves.

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

What made the five wolves, including Damazi, who were originally lively and energetic, trembled and huddled beside Mu Feng without daring to move.

"Hmm?" Mu Feng's eyes lit up, "Yes, firecrackers, the sound of firecrackers can scare away many wild animals! If I can make gunpowder, even firecrackers, I'm afraid no one can withstand the power!"

Mu Feng got excited: "Gunpowder, gunpowder!"

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

But thinking of the saltpeter and other things needed for gunpowder, it's quite complicated, and he can't figure it out for a while.

"Well, remember this. When I have time, I must figure it out."

"Great, great chief..." Li Hu said with a pale face, "Is this a firecracker? It's too scary!"

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

After a pause, he smiled and said, "Look, you guys are so scared when you know it's bamboo in advance, what if other people don't know?"

Li Hu suppressed his fear in his heart, thought about it, and then said, "Will other people be scared too?"

"Yeah!" Mu Feng smiled and nodded, "Look, the wolves are scared! If this kind of thing is used well, it will definitely be a secret weapon for our tribe!"

"Secret weapon?" Li Hu was at a loss.

"Well, not now, it will have to come!" Mu Feng corrected, "Soon!"