Transmigrated To Ancient Times To Farm And Build A Kingdom

"Sour fruit can still make sauce, isn't it sour?" Nuan Chun gritted her teeth and shuddered. It is obvious that the aftertaste is the taste of sour fruit, not to mention eating that sour taste, the aftertaste alone is unforgettable.

In the past, when a female in the tribe was pregnant with cubs, she especially liked to eat sour fruit.

However, Nuanchun will not work at all.

Take a bite, and your teeth will be so soft that you can't eat anything.

Nanfeng smacked his mouth and said, "Grilled meat is topped with sour juice, it tastes very good."

"Sour fruit can be made into sauce, but it's a pity that the tribe has no sugar. Add some rock sugar to the sour fruit jam, and the sour fruit is sour and sweet, very delicious!" Chang Xia licked the corner of his mouth, reminiscing about the taste of strawberry jam and tomato sauce in his memory, After a slight pause, he continued: "Sour fruit tastes sour, and the juice poured on the barbecue has a special flavor. There is also sour fruit pulp used to stew meat and stew, which can enhance the umami taste of the soup, and has a certain effect of removing fishy smell."

"Sour fruit, is it really so good?" Nuan Chun doubted, showing an unbelievable expression.

Nanfeng pouted at the barbecue on the table, opened his mouth and said, "Didn't you notice when you were eating the barbecue? The barbecue made by Shen Rong is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and the gravy splashes when you take a bite. The slightly sour taste combined with the burnt aroma of the barbecue is endless. .”

With the same method, she couldn't cook as delicious barbecue as Shen Rong.

"The barbecue made by Shen Rong is really delicious." Nuan Chun praised.

It's just that she didn't realize that the barbecue was also topped with sour juice.

She has a full stomach and occasionally helps Chang Xia with things. Shen Rong will take over the barbecue, unless he is busy, Chang Xia and the others will start grilling.

Speaking of which, Nuan Chun really didn't know that barbecue and sour fruit could be linked together.

"Chang Xia, can you make candy?" Nan Feng rolled his eyes and whispered.

Chang Xia said that sugar is like honey, very sweet. Eat in the mouth, can always be sweet to the heart.

Nanfeng has never eaten sugar, but she has tasted honey.

Not much, just a little bit. It was Chang Xia who dipped the chopsticks and fed her.

Chang Xia is in poor health and has been drinking the medicine. The medicine is too bitter. Every year, the shaman society will leave a small jar of honey sent by the orcs to the holy mountain of Karna for Chang Xia, and let her take a sip or two when taking the medicine.

The remaining honey should be kept by witches to make medicine.

Similarly, the honey obtained by the tribal people from hunting is usually sent to the holy mountain of Karna. As a result, the orcs are very envious of the bears.

The bear family loves honey like life, with thick skin and thick flesh.

Among the orcs, the bears can easily find honey. It's a pity that the Bear Clan is not willing to trade honey, and will not exchange it with other countries except to send it to the Holy Mountain of Karna.

"It can be done. However, we must find raw materials for sugar production, such as sugar cane, beet or maple/maple tree." Chang Xia thought for a while, then continued: "Thatch root can also produce sugar, but the taste is not as good as sugar cane and beet So sweet."

"Chang Xia, can you draw the appearance of sugar cane? You just say the name, how do we know what can make sugar? You draw it, and I will show it to the tribal hunting team. The tribal totem warriors go out hunting every day. Maybe they I've seen sugar cane and beets before." Nanfeng's mind turned quickly, thinking of Chang Xia's painting of a cave dwelling with animal skins.

So, she directly suggested that Chang Xia draw all the sugar cane and beets.

Everyone in the tribe knows that Chang Xia likes to name things.

There were tribesmen who refuted it before, and slowly, the tribesmen were directly assimilated by Chang Xia.

"That's right! I'm so stupid, Nanfeng, you're too smart." Chang Xia patted his head violently and woke up.

Her power alone is limited.

However, it is possible to involve the tribe.

In this way, it is more justifiable to refuse the tribe exchange. At the same time, it can also exercise the enthusiasm and participation of the tribe.

"You wait, I'll draw with animal skin later." Chang Xia finished speaking, then shook his head, and said, "The animal skins drawn with charcoal are easy to fade, and wooden boards are more suitable."

When Shen Rong and the others were making doors and windows,

There are still some planks left. Wait a minute, she will process the wooden board again and make it the size of a palm, which is easy to carry.

Nuanchun put the prepared rice rolls, together with the animal bone pot, into the stone pot to cook.

"Chang Xia, you don't have to wait... go find the woodblock painting now. Leave the noodles and rice rolls to me and Nanfeng. I have already learned it. After a few pots of steaming and cold salad, I can send it to Shen Rong and the others." Taste. The raw rice noodles you mentioned need to be fermented, if you can't make them in a short time, then take your time." Nuan Chun said dryly.

Immediately, Nanfeng nodded quickly.

"Long Xia, listen to Nuan Chun." Nan Feng said: "The sooner you draw it and take it to the tribe, the sooner the hunting team can find sugar cane and beets, and the sooner we can eat sugar."

ah--

Nanfeng sighed.

Maybe, in a few days.

She can eat sweet candy.

After thinking about it, Nanfeng pushed Chang Xia away. She didn't even care about rice rolls, so she ran to bring the wooden board to Chang Xia, and she could draw directly after washing her hands.

heard the words.

Chang Xia was right after thinking about it.

It takes at least one night for raw rice noodles to ferment.

Now, she has made the bag of rice flour for filtering. Later, she will steam some fruit powder and knead it with the dough to ferment. This matter is not urgent, just do it before dinner.

However, if you want to eat raw rice noodles, you have to wait until tomorrow.

Taking the wooden board that Nanfeng stuffed into his hand, Chang Xia turned his right hand into a beast, and began to polish the wooden board with sharp claws. First cut off the long wooden plank to make it the size of a palm, and then polish the wooden thorns on the edge.

In addition to sugar cane and beets, which can produce sugar, Chang Xia also plans to draw other edible plants.

The palm-sized wooden board is a bit of a test of painting skills.

Of course, the more important thing is that the charcoal pencil is too soft, and it is easy to smudge when drawing.

While dealing with wooden boards, Chang Xia considered how to improve the charcoal pen. His eyes flashed, and he fell on a piece of unburned firewood—charcoal. Charcoal is harder than burnt-out charcoal pencils, and when you hold the pencil with a more balanced force, it won't smudge.

With this piece of charcoal, Chang Xia doesn't have to think about burning charcoal.

At this time, it is fast entering the rainy season, and the temperature is high. Charcoal, it's not too late to think about it in the cold season. What's more, she has already worked out the kang bed.

Small, thin boards, well sanded.

Chang Xia picked up the charcoal and tried it on the leftovers of some wooden boards.

The flora and fauna in Dusk Forest are slightly different from those on Earth, but generally similar. However, the size, shape and color of the image vary widely, which requires tasting to identify.

Considering the abundance of products in the Dusk Misty Forest, Chang Xia did not ask his tribe to bring back exactly the same plants. As long as it is close, it is a kind of success.

Fruit powder is the best example.

The taste is similar to that of rice, and no planting is required. The evening mist forest is full of ginkgo trees. All year round, you only need to pick it by hand, dry it, and grind it to get the fruit powder.

In theory, ginkgo is more convenient and more productive than rice.

In the distance, Nuanchun Nanfeng was busy while watching Changxia.

Looking at Chang Xia, who was concentrating on painting, the expressions of the two were gentle and full of hope. At the same time, there is a lot of pride and happiness.

"Nanfeng, send these vermicelli and rice rolls to Shen Rong and the others. I specially made a few extra bowls, and Kong Shan should be here by now." Nuan Chun found out the back basket and rattan basket, there were a lot of things.

It is inconvenient for her to walk back and forth with her belly outstretched.

Chang Xia was busy, and they didn't want to disturb her.

Therefore, Nanfeng could only let Nanfeng run alone.

Nanfeng nodded, and said briskly: "Small idea, leave it to me."

He took the basket filled with food such as vermicelli, rice rolls, toppings, etc., and carried it to the rattan basket. Nanfeng's footsteps were like the wind, and he quickly rushed to the next mountain.