As the oars paddled, the raft moved slowly on the water.

Xiao Wandou, who was walking on the water on a raft for the first time, shook his head in Han Cheng's arms and kept looking around, with a look of novelty on his face.

But although it was novel, he was not afraid because his father protected him in his arms.

There is a slight lake breeze blowing along the water surface, bringing with it bursts of coolness.

On the more open lake in the distance, there are waterbirds fluttering and flying. Sometimes they suddenly fold their wings and shoot straight down like arrows leaving the string, splashing a splash of water. When they fly again, fish will follow them.

Rise to the sky.

Not far away, there were mallard ducks swimming forward with the raft, expressing their surprise that these monkeys could swim in the water like them.

After swimming like this for a while, some wild ducks discovered some shortcomings of these water monkeys, that is, they can only swim on the surface of the water, but cannot drill into the water.

As a result, one or two wild ducks began to dive into the water continuously, and then came out from other places. Sometimes, some fish tails would be exposed from their mouths.

After giving full play to their special skills and showing off their skills in front of the group of monkeys who entered the water, the two ducks flapped their wings on the water and screamed "Quack, quack, quack" in excitement.

Junior Brother Sha, who was on the same raft as Han Cheng, silently tied a small rope to the tail of an arrow, tied the other end of the rope to the railing on the edge of the raft, and then placed the arrow on the bowstring.

On top of it, after pulling it open, the handle was released, and the feather arrow with the rope sprang out quickly.

The wild duck that was flapping its wings and calling happily screamed, flapped its wings and struggled a few times in the water, and then fell silent.

While the other wild ducks were flying around in panic, the wild duck, which had been pierced by an arrow, was pulled onto the raft by Junior Brother Sha's rope.

Soon it will turn into a roasted duck.

This kind of thing tells everyone in the Qingque tribe that not only is the leader who is the first to hit the rafter rain first and likes to show off his skills, but also the wild ducks that are too close to the sharp archer when showing off their skills can easily turn into roast ducks...

As the raft moved forward, lake water appeared on the raft from the gaps, forming small puddles that did not exceed the highest point of the raft. Occasionally, a startled fish would jump out of the water and fall back into the water with splashes of water.

The raft moved forward slowly in the vast mist, and everyone was excited about the novel experience of rafting on the lake.

The only regrettable thing is why those leaping fish didn't land on the raft.

The raft moved forward all the way, from the east side of the island to the north side, and stopped where it first docked.

When it came to the shore, someone standing at the front of the raft threw down the cable. The people who had stayed on the island before leaving picked up the cable and pulled it tightly, pulling the front of the raft tightly against the shore.

Most of the people in the tribe had never seen such a big beach. When they got off the raft and stepped on the clean beach with their bare feet, they were all very happy.

Looking at the blue sky, the sunshine, the large lake, and the clean, large beach, Han Cheng suddenly felt that in the future, in addition to fishing, digging lotus roots and digging guano on this island, he could also

Build a few pavilions here and put a few deck chairs made of bamboo.

I was barefoot and wearing big underpants made of linen. When I was tired from walking by the water, I lay down on the lounge chair, basking in the warm sunshine, squinting from nap to nap, and when I woke up, I looked at the clouds in the sky.

Shu...

You can't think about this. Just thinking about it makes you feel so beautiful.

I can’t wait to start implementing it now.

But when Han Cheng's eyes fell on the beach farther away, and after he and others left, he climbed back onto the beach and lay on the old turtle lazily basking there, his face suddenly twitched.

Why, after seeing the state of these guys at this time, Han Chengcheng felt that the wonderful life he drooled over just now seemed like he was scolding himself.

Sooner or later, these damn guys will be arrested and stewed for you to drink!

Unknowingly, Han Dashenzi, who had scolded himself, felt very angry when he saw those old turtles who always liked to come to the beach to bask in their backs when they had nothing to do.

The beach is always a playground that children especially like to play.

In particular, Han Cheng used a bowl, filled it with wet sand, patted the porcelain solid with his hands, then tipped it upside down on the beach, gently removed the bowl, and left a patch of wet sand on the spot.

After flipping the bowl upside down, the few children who followed immediately stayed on the beach and didn't want to leave.

Not only them, but also some women who followed were attracted by this novel activity.

Seeing this, Han Cheng thought for a while and asked a few strong men who had been to the lotus pond and seen bird droppings to stay nearby with weapons to protect them. He and other people went to the west of the island with Wu and the others.

On the side and in the middle of the island, you can see the large lotus roots, as well as the guano and struvite stones that are extremely important to the tribe.

For witches and most people in the tribe, food that can be eaten and things that are of great use to the tribe are far more important than having fun...

The gentle breeze from the lake stirred the green lotuses, and among the branches and leaves, Wu smiled like a toothless child.

The rest of the Qingque tribe who saw lotus roots for the first time also laughed heartily, especially after hearing Han Cheng talk about the deliciousness and high yield of lotus roots.

"Plant to the tribe, plant to the tribe..."

The witch was chanting there, and everyone else who heard him nodded.

For the people of the Qingque tribe, they still subconsciously regard the main tribe of Qingque, which they have lived in for a long time, as the real tribe. When they encounter good things, they always subconsciously want to get them to the main tribe.

Only in this way will you feel at ease and feel that such things truly belong to your tribe.

Han Cheng nodded aside. He had plans to transplant the lotus roots to the main tribe. After all, over the years, there have been many potholes around the main tribe. If lotus roots are planted, a lot of them can be dug in the winter.

of lotus root.

Not only in the main tribe, but also in the suitable potholes along the entire Bronze Expressway, Han Chengdu planned to plant lotus roots in them. If there were suitable ones in the Tongshan residential area, he would not let them go.

Anyway, now is different from later generations. In this era, the land is vast and the people are very sparse. There are enough people in the main tribes to be able to work hard. Large tracts of land can belong to their own tribes.

As for the fact that there are so many lotus roots that will not be dug out in time, this is not within the scope of Han Cheng's consideration.

Firstly, the lotus roots growing under the water can be dug for a very long time, which can last from summer to winter. Secondly, even if they cannot be dug out, it is still very good to watch them growing there. When the time comes, you can walk along the Bronze Expressway.

After walking, it is also very nice to enjoy the fragrance of flowers along the way and create a hundred-mile lotus path.

After seeing the large lotus pond here, Han Cheng took Wu and the others on a special trip to see the forest that was covered with a thick layer of bird droppings and had a strong smell.

Then we went to the large number of struvite stones on the east side of the forest leading to the southern end of the island.

After seeing the numerous bird droppings, everyone in the tribe was so happy that they couldn't help but smile from ear to ear.

With so much guano, the tribe's food production will increase a lot.

After the visit, Mr. Wu’s toothless mouth had never been closed, and his whole person was extremely energetic.

Everyone returned to the lotus pond, went down and touched more than a hundred kilograms of lotus roots, washed them in the lake water, and took them back to the beach.

Someone looked for dry firewood and lit several bonfires on a beach.

A few stones were placed around the fire, and the clay pots brought with the ship were placed on top, and a simple stove was ready.

The newly picked lotus root undoubtedly became the star of this meal.

Peel and cut into dices that are four centimeters long and about one centimeter thick. When the fresh fish soup and turtle soup in the jar are about to be stewed, add these lotus root dices.

There is no sliced ​​cold seasoning, because this time we are going camping, and we don’t bring enough seasonings, especially without vinegar, so the lotus root slices will not taste good.

When the bonfire was about to burn out, Han Cheng buried some lotus roots in the fire and burned them with dark red charcoal.

“Delicious! Delicious!”

After the fresh fish and lotus root soup and soft-shell turtle and lotus root soup, which are similar to dark cuisine, came out of the pot, everyone picked up the lotus roots in their respective bowls and put them into their mouths.

The fully cooked lotus root dices taste very noodles, and after one bite, a lot of white strands will come out, which tastes very good.

Everyone in the Qingque tribe who ate lotus root for the first time praised it while eating.

Especially the shaman who has bad teeth eats more because this lotus root is more to his liking.

Han Cheng, who was eating lotus roots, was equally happy because the quality of the lotus roots here was better than he had imagined. It was actually noodle lotus roots.

"Taste this."

After finishing the rice in the bowl, Han Cheng opened up the dim pile of coals, revealing the burnt black lotus roots buried inside.

In addition, he broke off a relatively thin clean branch and pierced one of the lotus roots. It was penetrated without much effort. The touch on his hand told Han Cheng that the lotus roots were cooked.

Immediately, he dug out all the lotus roots buried in the ash pile.

He picked up a piece and gently smashed it on the ground to shake off some of the ash covering the surface. Han Cheng handed it to Wu and motioned to Wu to peel off the outer layer of skin and eat it.

Han Cheng himself also picked up a piece of lotus root that was a little hot and began to peel the roasted lotus root and eat it.

When using a fire to cook sweet potatoes, potatoes, taro, lotus roots, etc., it is best to open the charcoal pile when the fire is about to stop.

Otherwise, if you put it away too early, it is very likely that the burned items will be carbonized, making the whole or most of them inedible.

But don't put it too late, otherwise it won't be cooked properly.

Han Cheng found a few thick green leaves and folded them together, wrapped the lower part of the burning lotus root, held it in his hand, and started peeling it off from one end.

As the outer layer of burned, hard skin was peeled off, some of the heat trapped inside suddenly came out.

After peeling off the upper half of the skin, Han Cheng couldn't wait to take a bite. It tasted very good and was more floury than cooked lotus roots.

Little Wandou watched anxiously, tapping his feet, opening his mouth, and kept calling daddy.

However, Han Cheng still put the lotus root in his hand next to Bai Xuemei and let Bai Xuemei take two bites before giving it to Xiao Wandou.

Typical parents are true love.

The witches and other people on the side also followed Han Cheng's example, picking leaves from big trees, wrapping one end of the roasted lotus root in leaves, peeling it in their hands and eating it, everyone praised it.

Bad mouth, especially for people who don't have good teeth.

When everyone had almost eaten the food, the sun was gradually setting in the west, and from time to time a flock of birds would fly from a distance and land in the island woods.
To be continued...