Transmigrated To Ancient Times To Farm And Build A Kingdom

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Like raw rice noodles, it tastes best when it is just cooked out of the pan.

It's a pity that there are too many clansmen today. It is too difficult to eat freshly squeezed rice noodles. After all, there is only one squeezer. Chang Xia can only squeeze out the cooked rice noodles, pass cold water, and then put the rice noodles into the rattan sieve aside.

"Grandma Su Ye, would you like to try the freshly squeezed rice noodles?" Chang Xia asked.

There is existing bone soup in the stone pot, but unfortunately there is no topping. However, in addition to keel and tube bone, bone soup also has ribs stewed. Add some chopped green onion, and the taste of raw rice noodles in bone soup will not be bad.

Su Ye glanced at Bai Qing, and then at the excited expressions of the xylophone mother and daughter.

"Don't talk about me, let's taste the taste of raw rice noodles together."

"Wu, yes!"

Immediately, Nanfeng let go of the squeezer and cheered endlessly.

Same idea as Bai Qing, obviously already full. However, looking at the thin white vermicelli, Nanfeng felt squeezed and could eat another bowl.

"I'll pick some scallions, and Nanfeng will take out the boiled fine powder and divide them into bowls. There's no broth, just use bone broth." Chang Xia walked briskly to the vegetable field next to him to pick scallions. Cough, in fact, Chang Xia is also a bit greedy.

It has nothing to do with whether you are hungry or not. I just want to taste the taste of raw rice noodles made of fruit powder.

"Bai Qing, quickly bring the bowl." Nan Feng ordered.

Wu, she dare not command her. Bai Qing, before taking over the shaman's duty, let's use it once. Today, he was mostly fascinated by the delicious food. The usual Bai Qing put on a serious face, very majestic.

Not to mention ordering him, Nan Feng felt a little lacking in confidence even when talking to him.

Sure enough, people who love food are like a family in the world.

Chang Xia quickly picked the shallots, cleaned and cut them into minced green onions, and sprinkled them on the freshly squeezed rice noodles served by Nanfeng Sheng. With sharp eyes and quick hands, Nan Feng walked towards the long table with a bowl in his hand, handed the first bowl to Su Ye, the second bowl to Xylophone, and the third bowl she gave to Bai Qing with a sigh, and finally came to the long table with Chang Xia Sit next to me.

Su Ye Muqin looked at the mischievous Nanfeng, smiled, and shook her head.

Then bow your head and taste the raw pressed rice noodles.

At the first bite, several people chose to drink soup.

Fresh, sweet, and slightly sour.

Su Ye and the others don't know where this sour smell comes from, but Chang Xia knows it well. This sour taste comes from the fermentation of the dough balls. The raw rice noodles are eaten with this slightly sour taste, which is different from the taste of other rice noodles.

"The taste of raw rice noodles is completely different from that of cold rice noodles, and it's also different from fish noodles." Nanfeng tasted the difference quickly after eating the raw rice noodles.

Chang Xia smiled mysteriously.

Raw pressed rice noodles, most people can't taste the difference.

Nanfeng's mouth is quite powerful.

She remembered that the freshly squeezed rice noodles in Nanning, China, like to add perilla. Chang Xia is not used to the taste of perilla, but she can accept it for grilling fish or making seafood.

It's just that she can't accept eating rice noodles with basil.

That smell was too weird and awkward for Chang Xia.

"Chang Xia, can the fine powder of raw rice noodles be preserved?" Su Ye asked.

She has eaten vermicelli, and vermicelli is easy to make.

However, Fenpi knew at a glance that it was difficult to preserve.

If the fine powder made from raw rice flour can be preserved, ginkgo fruit will probably become more important.

"The dough of raw rice flour needs to be fermented, so the fine powder produced can't be stored for too long, and it will easily change the taste. However, fruit powder can indeed be stored as dry powder, but the process is complicated, and I need time to study it." Chang Xia said in a deep voice.

She understood why Su Ye asked this.

The Dusk Forest is rich in products, allowing the orcs to thrive here for generations.

However, success is also the twilight forest, and failure is also the twilight forest. Unlike the Qinghai Plateau and the East China Sea, Dusk Forest has no other unique products except ginkgo, and cannot provide more strength for the orcs.

Like Qinghai plateau light stone and ice crystal grass,

There are all kinds of pearls, tourmalines and corals in the East China Sea, all of which are valuable treasures. Any kind can be exchanged with foreigners for expensive items.

On the other hand, in the Dusk Forest, the only things that can be sold are animal skins, animal bones, and various wild vegetables and fruits. These things can feed the hunger and feed the huge beast race, but they cannot exchange with other races to get more things.

nowadays.

If Changxia can develop dry powder.

Things will never be the same again.

Food, in any race, is the top priority.

This is especially important for foods that can be stored for a long time without spoiling.

"Chang Xia, you said...the fruit powder is made into dry powder and stored like ginkgo?"

Not far away, Gen is holding an iron wooden box, which contains the things that Su Ye asked him to bring, the leaves and branches of the white tree. At the same time, it was also the paper and pen that Chang Xia wanted.

Followed by several clansmen, all carrying things on their bodies.

Ginkgo fruit, meat, wild vegetables and unknown roots.

From Changxia, it is confirmed that the yellow root that Nuanchun said is yam, and a lot of delicious food is made with yam. After that, the tribe became more and more enthusiastic about digging roots. Due to the fact that Changxia was busy building kilns recently, the tribe did not come to disturb.

Today, Su Ye opened his mouth.

Gen asked the tribe to pick out a small part of each of the things collected during this period and bring them here, waiting for Chang Xia to identify them.

Chang Xia turned to look at the root trembling with excitement, nodded slightly, and said seriously: "Dry powder can indeed be stored for a long time, but the production process is complicated."

Like vermicelli and raw rice noodles, it can be regarded as rice noodles made by simplifying some processes. The same is rice noodles, the former is easy to make but not durable, while the latter has a complicated process, but it can be stored for several years without spoiling.

"Chang Xia, you can ask the tribe if you need anything." Root said seriously.

He and Su Ye looked at each other, their eyes filled with excitement and excitement. If Chang Xia can develop dry powder, Dusk Forest will be able to get rid of the embarrassing situation. Next year's Normandy Fair, the exchange of orcs with birds and fish will no longer be at the bottom.

Thinking about it, the two looked at Chang Xia with enthusiasm and anticipation.

"I won't be polite to the tribe." Chang Xia replied with a smile.

Although she didn't quite understand the excitement of Granny Su Ye and Gen, she had more or less guesses. It's just that no matter what the reason is, it's useless to be curious before the dry powder is made.

"smell good!"

"Xylophone, what are you and Wu eating?"

The tribe couldn't understand what kind of charades the three were playing, and they wanted to know what Wu and Chang Xia were eating. It smells, very fragrant.

"Raw pressed rice noodles." The xylophone picked up a piece of fine powder and stuffed it into his mouth, making a purring sound. I heard from Chang Xia that eating noodles has to be like this.

Several people on the xylophone tried it, and it felt okay.

It's just that when you first start eating, you won't be overwhelmed, and a lot of soup will splash out. Eat a few more times, and slowly learn how to make noodles.

Don't say it, it's quite interesting to talk about it.

"Is there any more?"

Some clansmen couldn't help being greedy and asked.

Xylophone pouted to the side, and said: "All the ready-made fine noodles are here, you can do it yourself if you want to eat. Nanfeng, you go teach Uncle Yundong and them to make some freshly squeezed rice noodles. I think He Yun and the others are coming over soon."

Yun Dong is He Yun's partner, about the same age as Gen.

He is also a powerful totem warrior of the tribe. Bewitched by Root, I came to visit the cave dwellings, guessing that after today, the tribe would become very busy.

"Nanfeng, come and teach Uncle how to make raw rice noodles?" Yundong waved to Nanfeng, and the group of people unloaded the rattan baskets on their bodies, staring at Su Ye and the others on the long table. Squeezing rice noodles expresses one meaning: want to eat.