Song Xuan's head was empty and he looked at the snowy scene outside the door. Shi Meng looked at the stunned envoy, shook his shoulders and said.
"God's envoy, God's envoy!"
"Huh?, what's wrong!"
"Stones, big rocks, I've polished them again!"
This was already the third stone mortar polished by Shi Meng. Although Song Xuan never urged them, this was a task assigned by the divine envoy after all. Even if they were lazy again and again, they could grind out one in ten days.
Moreover, there are not many stones prepared, only about ten, and nearly half of them will have to be moved to the salt mine for use.
However, those who grind salt ore do not need to go so deep, and it will be relatively easier to polish.
Although he did it reluctantly, the stone mortar he made still met Song Xuan's requirements very well. Since he had used enough to pound rice, it was time for Song Xuan to prepare it for everyone to taste.
"Okay, let's put them all together!"
"That's right! There are a few blocks behind the house, and the lines have been drawn for you. You can move them over."
"ah?!"
After listening to Song Xuan's words, Shi Meng, who thought he was done, suddenly fell into disappointment. He worked hard for more than a month, and there were still some results. However, Song Xuan assigned him a task, and he had no way to refuse, so he could only be dejected. and walked outside the house.
Song Xuan asked two people to bring two vats of rice over. The vats were not big, and one vat of rice only weighed forty or fifty kilograms. It was estimated that the two vats of rice would weigh only fifty or sixty kilograms in the end.
Although it is not a lot, it is not a problem to give it to everyone in the tribe. If you cook porridge, you can even eat a few more meals.
After all, we are working inside the house now, and the amount of activity is not particularly large. Everyone has deliberately curbed their usual astonishing appetite. This is also a habit that has been formed for a long time. Eat less in winter.
But compared to the past, I still eat a lot more now. After all, there is plenty of food!
"Angel, what are you doing?"
Now that Song Xuan had brought them to these big rocks, Shi Rui asked with some confusion.
Although everyone in the tribe knows about drilling holes in big rocks, most people have never understood its specific functions. Only those who have been to salt mines actually know that it may be used to crush rocks. Grinding salt ore.
Song Xuan didn't explain much, and then opened the rice vat containing rice and said while doing it:
"Just watch out, I'll take care of this later!"
In fact, pounding rice is not complicated. The main thing is to control the strength. If the strength is too much, the rice grains will be easily smashed, but if it is too light, the efficiency will be much slower.
This was Song Xuan's first time doing it, and he had never practiced it before. After all, whether it was a rice vat or this stone mortar, it was very troublesome to move it.
He took two handfuls of rice and put them into the stone mortar, and then picked up the big wooden hammer on the side. This "7" shaped wooden hammer was also prepared early in the morning.
Since it is not used many times now, I don’t know when it will be used next time after pounding it this time, so Song Xuan did not involve any lever structure. That kind of thing can be done later when he has a little more time, so he will do it now Just use your hand to pound it.
The handle of the big wooden hammer is about the same thickness as a spear you usually use, and it feels good to hold, but the hammer head in front is a little heavier, so you need to open your hands as wide as possible, so that you can save more effort when smashing.
Seeing Song Xuan hammering the rice inside, several women were stunned for a moment. The envoy kept saying that this food was edible, but except for a few people who had seen it in Shuibu.com, the other women were stunned. No one knows how to eat this rice.
When harvesting, some people also tried to stuff it directly into their mouths to taste it, but it was very irritating and not tasty.
Only then did they understand that it turned out that they had to take off the outer layer of yellow shell. Although they only washed it a few times, the rice grains had already begun to come out. The white rice was still very special among a group of yellow rice. obvious.
"Okay, do you understand?"
Song Xuan's movements were not complicated, since he nodded:
"Angel, can you just smash it like this?"
"Well, you guys try it first!"
The former Song Xuan agreed simply, and several people also acted vigorously. One of them took a wooden hammer, poured the rice into the stone mortar and started smashing it.
However, it was obvious that both themselves and Song Xuan had overestimated the abilities of several people. They used a large amount of force, a small amount of force, a few light blows, no reaction at all, and a strong blow. Then he smashed the rice and scattered it everywhere, making Song Xuan feel distressed.
"Stop, stop, stop~"
Seeing a few people dancing wildly, Song Xuan quickly stopped them. The light ones were okay, at most they had no effect, but the two stronger ones had already knocked out less than half a bowl of rice. If they really wanted to continue fighting like this, there would be no way for the tribe to do so. There aren't so many things for them to deal with.
"You guys watch carefully, take your time and increase your strength from small to large!"
"One hammer at a time, don't be anxious!"
Song Xuan had no choice but to demonstrate it again, and then gave instructions one by one, so that several women could master the power.
A few of them were not stupid, and they all learned it with a little guidance, and the efficiency was very good. Song Xuan watched from the side for a while, and then pounded the rice inside into pieces.
There was no need for Song Xuan to explain the rest of the work. They took out the prepared rice themselves, but there was still a lot of rice bran mixed in. The unthreshed ones were easier to get rid of. Anyway, they didn’t get much at one time, and it was difficult to pick them up. It’s not too troublesome, but other things are difficult to do.
Song Xuan knew that rice bran could be used to feed pigs, but there was no way to use it now. Being able to grind out this batch of rice was already a very good result. As for how to do it better in the future, Song Xuan still had to do it again. Think of something.
However, this is not what we are considering now. If we want to pound rice on a large scale, at least it will be done after the autumn harvest next year. There is still a lot of time, and even if it cannot be used, it will not affect the production of the tribe. Most of the things raised in the tribe now are grass-eating.
Even if you catch a few wild boars, that's okay. Wild boars are omnivores, so you don't have to worry about not having anything to feed them, as long as you can use the most important parts of them.
The actions of a few people quickly attracted the attention of others, especially Shi Meng and the others, who were very interested when they saw that the big stone they had worked so hard to polish was originally used for it:
"Hey~ Hey, Litmus, let me try it too!"
Shi Meng said and wanted to take the wooden hammer.
"No, no, no, this is the work of the God's envoy. You are responsible for smashing it!"
After listening to Shi Rui's words, Shi Meng could only retract his hand in embarrassment. He definitely couldn't be responsible for it. It would be okay if this was an ordinary thing, but this was obviously not an ordinary thing. Song Xuan promoted it alone. Rice has been around for a long time, almost a year since its discovery, but Song Xuan has never given up. Obviously this is very important in Song Xuan's mind.
"This is not easy to do. It doesn't matter whether it's light or heavy. If you want to play, let the angel teach you how to do it!"
However, Shi Rui was afraid that Shi Meng would be embarrassed, so she finally explained, but her tone was not very good.
Shi Meng could only mutter in his heart:
"What's so hard about hitting it with a big piece of wood?"
Song Xuan, who was not far away, also noticed that more and more people were gathering here. He came closer and saw Shi Meng deflated.
Although it is not a difficult task, it is the first time to do it after all, so it is still not suitable to leave it to a rough guy like Shi Meng. Even if they restrain themselves repeatedly, they can easily crush the rice grains.
Song Xuan also wanted to give everyone a good experience for the first time, so it was better to be careful, but he could let them do it after next year. After all, if the planting is successful, rice will be used as the staple food, and the daily life of the tribe will be The demand will be a large number.
Calculating one pound per person per day, it would take two to three hundred pounds of rice to pound. Thinking of this, Song Xuan began to dig a hole for Shi Meng:
"It's okay, let them do it first this time, and leave everything to you from now on!"
"real?"
Shi Meng, who didn't know the truth for a while, was actually a little happy that Song Xuan had entrusted him with such a big thing to complete, and he hurriedly confirmed with Song Xuan:
"God's envoy, it's settled, I have to do all this in the future!"
"OK!"
The two hit it off immediately.
In Shi Meng's eyes, this was much easier than drilling holes in rocks. It was even a bit fun to watch the rice rolling under the wooden hammer.
But what he didn't know was that what was waiting for him in the future was mountains of rice.
Since it was getting late, Song Xuan hurriedly found Shi Yan:
"Yan, you don't have to do too much tonight. Well, half as usual is fine!"
Although Song Xuan wants Shi Yan to cook less, he is still a little worried that everyone is not used to eating. If he cooks half of it, he will not be hungry even if he is not used to it.
"Angel, is this enough to eat?"
Shi Yan has always been responsible for the internal affairs of the tribe. He and a few women basically do all the cooking. He basically knows how much everyone can eat. This amount of food is obviously not enough for one meal in the tribe. .
Song Xuan didn't do much and said directly:
"It's okay. I'll get something later. Come over and talk to you first!"
"Also, please clean the pot you brought over before. I'll use it later!"
Since Song Xuan said he could solve it, Shi Yan no longer worried. Anyway, people were in the tribe, and they could make things quickly even if there was not enough food.
The pots used to cook rice are specially made by Song Xuan from stone. They look much deeper and larger than ordinary ones, and each pot also has a special lid, which can almost fit perfectly. .
