There is always some tranquility in the morning, giving people an indescribable sense of comfort.

On the river bank in front of the Qingque tribe, the water in the river flowed gurglingly.

After passing some artificially modified places, the water that traveled steadily fell down.

It hit the wooden leaves and splashed out a splash of water.

He also smashed this waterwheel-like thing and spun it around.

On the edge of the river, there is a thatched house built with thatch.

Inside the thatched hut, a large stone mill was rotating continuously, making a subtle sound unique to the rotation of the stone mill.

This is a water mill.

There is no donkey in the mill, and no one is grinding the mill there.

The power required for the rotation of the stone mill comes from the water outside.

The rotating stone grinder is no longer as young as before. Han Cheng holds a wooden ladle and slowly pours the wheat in the ladle into the grinding point.

At this time, Han Cheng can already be called an old man in this era.

Because at this time, he was already thirty-five years old.

Thirty-five years old is still a very young age in later generations.

If you are not married, you can still be casual.

But in today's era, among many tribes, people can actually live longer.

It's not that the life span of people in this era is so short, but that the various difficult living environments have caused too much damage to them.

At this moment, it is not too much to attribute Han Cheng to an old man.

Because next to him, a little girl with a red headband and braids was raising her head hard, looking at the white flour flowing from the cracks of the stone mill, and quietly wiping her saliva.

"Grandpa, grandpa, Xiaoya wants to eat steamed buns, big, big steamed buns!"

After watching this for a while, the little girl finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He walked forward, pulled Han Cheng's clothes, and said in a sweet voice.

When Han Cheng heard this, he stopped what he was doing and looked at the little girl with a smile on his face.

He knelt down, held the little girl in his arms, and kissed the little girl's face very affectionately.

"Okay, then grandpa will make steamed buns for Xiaoya in a moment. He will make big meat buns and make our little Ya chubby!"

"Dad, dad, I want to eat too, I also want to eat big meat buns!"

Perhaps because he saw the little girl's treatment, standing next to Han Cheng, a little boy who was a little younger than the little girl, also ran over and hugged Han Cheng's arm, with some anxiety and concern.

The sound of milk is milky.

Han Cheng also stretched out his other arm, took the little boy into his arms, and then stood up holding each other in his arms.

"I won't let you eat big meat buns! You always imitate others! If Xiaoya says you want to eat big meat buns, you should also say you want to eat big meat buns!"

The little girl looked a little unhappy, pouted, and used her chubby hands to push the little boy who was in Han Cheng's arms, who was smaller than her.

The little boy was pushed by the chubby little girl and immediately became unhappy. He curled up his mouth and wanted to cry.

"Dad, Xiaoya hit me!"

He curled his lips and complained to Han Cheng, feeling aggrieved.

"Xiaoya, please don't hit anyone. This is your uncle. How can you hit your uncle?"

Han Cheng spoke up to educate the little girl.

The little boy also said: "I am an uncle. I have never hit Xiaoya, but Xiaoya always hits me."

Seeing that Han Cheng, a grandfather, had spoken, and the little boy opposite him, who was younger than himself but was his uncle, also said the same thing, little Fatty Nier hesitated for a moment and said, "Uncle, I'm sorry.

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Children's thoughts are so simple. The little boy who felt aggrieved just now suddenly became happy again after hearing Xiaoya's apology.

When Han Cheng saw this, he put the two little guys down.

"You guys are playing here, don't fight. I'm going to keep grinding the flour. If I don't grind it out, none of you will be able to make big buns."

Hearing what Han Cheng said, the two little guys immediately nodded obediently, saying that they would definitely be obedient.

Little Fatty Ni'er is Little Wandou's eldest daughter.

The time at this time was the twenty-seventh year of Qingque. According to the calculation of later generations, Xiao Wandou was indeed not too old.

But in today's era, it has long been possible to marry a wife and have children.

As for the little boy on the side, he is the fifth son of Han Cheng and Bai Xuemei.

In this era, there weren't many measures, and Han Cheng himself didn't mind having too many children, so he didn't deliberately control them.

In addition, he and Bai Xuemei are both in their thirties, still young, so it is not surprising that his son is younger than his eldest son's daughter.

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In later generations, this situation has become unimaginable to people of Han Cheng's generation and younger people, but among the older generation, this situation is not uncommon.

It is not unusual at all for a mother-in-law and her daughter-in-law to undergo confinement together.

It is not impossible for the eldest niece to coax the younger uncle instead.

At this time, in the era that Han Cheng lived in, people generally found spouses very early. In addition, after Han Cheng's arrival, the living standards and medical facilities in the tribe have undergone a very significant change. People's life span

It has been greatly extended. The current situation is very normal and common.

It's just that when these two little guys are together, they are prone to conflicts sometimes, which makes people feel a headache.

If the two little guys don't make trouble, they are still very cute.

The stone mill continued to rotate, crushing all the wheat that Han Cheng sent in.

When there was a lot of wheat crushed around the stone mill, Han Cheng shoveled the flour and bran mixture into a special small sieve to sift the dough.

This small sieve is specially made and has very fine holes. If it is not fine enough, it will not be able to separate the flour and bran well.

As Han Cheng sifted, the white flour leaked from the small sieve and fell into the large dustpan below.

The two little guys gathered around again at this time, squatting not far away and watching, with curiosity flashing in their eyes.

After a busy morning, Han Chengcheng left the mill with two little guys and a bag of noodles.

It is early summer at this time, and the sun has become relatively hot.

Han Cheng, who was pushing a bag of noodles in a trolley, looked into the distance and saw patches of golden yellow.

Among this golden color, there is also a lot of green mixed in.

These golden wheat are the wheat that was planted years ago. It has reached maturity and is ready for harvest.

As for those green ones, they are the millet in the tribe.

At this time, it had been five years since the tribe had obtained wheat seeds.

After five years of reproduction, the planting area of ​​wheat has exceeded the planting area of ​​millet.

This is something that is bound to happen.

On the one hand, this is because the yield of wheat exceeds that of millet.

Another more important reason is that after the wheat was ground into flour, Han Cheng, the divine son of the Qingque tribe, came up with new tricks.

Soft white steamed buns, stuffed buns, ear-shaped dumplings, wontons with less filling and more skin, scallion pancakes, pot helmets, thousand-layer pancakes, as well as braised noodles, ramen noodles, shaved noodles, covered noodles, noodles, etc.

Various forms of noodles...

This variety of new ways to eat it immediately won over the taste buds of the Qingque tribe people.

At first, I thought millet was very delicious, but after seeing the various kinds of food Shenzi made from flour, when I ate millet again, I felt that it didn't taste that good anymore.

Compared with the dry millet rice that I have eaten for many years, it is really far behind the various pasta products.

The emergence of wheat is simply a blessing to the people of the Qingque tribe.

Before this, they had never thought that a single crop could be made into so many varieties.

Moreover, everything is so delicious.

No matter how much you eat, you can never get enough.

This is the charm of pasta.

Because you can eat it in countless ways, you can switch to another one before you get tired of it.

So it can be eaten for a long time.

After the emergence of pasta, people in the tribe ate dry millet rice less frequently.

Most of the millet is used to make porridge.

But even if it is used to make porridge, flour can also play a role.
To be continued...