Author: Han Qianmeng

Xiong Qingmei happily held Fang Quan's hand here and told Fang Quan that he discovered that today's sweet root can be boiled into sugar, and the sweet root can be made into starch and vermicelli.

Fang Quan looked at Xiong Qingmei's happy look and gently stroked her head. "We Xiong Qingmei are very powerful." That tone was so spoiled.

Soon, the fat sausage was fried. Xiong Qingmei first poured a large bowl of Fangxun wine, and then filled a large bowl for his mother Qionghua. "Zuo Xiayi, this is my fried fat sausage. You and uncle

You can try it. If it tastes good, I will make more next time."

"Well, Zuo Xiayi, give it a try." Qionghua is really happy recently. Xiong Qingmei seems to be inspired. She is both generous and smart,

Xiong Qingmei is also very generous to those around her, "If you want to eat, put a bowl on it."

"Thank you, Xiong Qingmei." Those people were rude to Xiong Qingmei. They just took a bowl and put it in it.

However, they didn't eat Xiong Qingmei for free. They filled it with fat sausages and sent back a large piece of barbecue.

Qionghua is very happy to see Xiong Qingmei becoming good friends with the people next to her. Only in this way can Xiong Qingmei communicate more with everyone, and everyone likes her more. In the past few days, all she has heard is others praising Xiong Qingmei.

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Jin Heng stood in the distance, looking at Xiong Qingmei with a complicated expression. This female was so different from the one he saw many days ago. If he didn't look at that face, or didn't look like before, he would suspect Xiong Qingmei.

Has it changed?

You said you were so obsessed with him that you changed soon after his death. I didn't like him immediately. This love came and went quickly.

This female doesn’t know how to be generous, but she is also very smart. She can cook all kinds of delicious food. Everyone in the tribe eats greasy things. In fact, Jin Heng also wants to taste the delicious food made by Yin Zhu. After all,

It smells very attractive.

It's just that Jin Heng can't eat with that face. Besides, he's not a good eater.

The next day, Xiong Qingmei got up early and prepared to cook sugar. But when she was about to cook sugar, Xiong Qingmei found that she needed too few things.

She knows how to make local brown sugar, which is to squeeze the sugar cane, boil it, and stir it all the time. There is no juicer here, and the grass is not big, so it is difficult to pick it. Xiong Qingmei plans to crush the sweet root and cook it in a stone pot.

In this way, the sugar is completely cooked. It's just that the whole thing is cooked together, and subsequent filtration is a problem.

There is no gauze here. Even if you want to make starch with cotton root, you still need gauze.

There is no cloth in the world. Xiong Qingmei said that he was also desperate. After thinking about it, he finally had to find Fang Quan to cut bamboo, and then donated his dagger to teach them to use bamboo strips to make small baskets. And the bamboo strips should be arranged densely.

It can only leak water.

She doesn't know how to make a bamboo basket, but she still knows what a bamboo basket looks like.

Xiong Qingmei could only describe what the bamboo basket looked like, and then asked Fang Quan to operate it. I have to say that Fang Quan was still very smart. After Xiong Qingmei said it twice, he really made it look like that. Although it was not very

Nice, scattered at first, the first one is for practice. The second one is better. After that, it becomes more and more like this.

Fang Quan shook Xiong Qingmei's dagger, "Xiong Qingmei, what is this? This is very useful. It is sharper than our claws."

Xiong Qingmei saw it and said embarrassedly: "This is a dagger made of iron. I can't make it." She didn't know what iron ore looked like. Even if it was iron, she only knew that it needed to be refined at high temperatures. At present,

With technology, it can never reach such high temperatures.

When Fang Quan heard this, he could only sigh: "What a pity, if everyone in the tribe had such sharp weapons, he would not be afraid of any ferocious beasts."

Xiong Qingmei just smiled. She couldn't teach them this. Maybe she could use the identification system to find out what the iron ore was, but she really couldn't refine it.

At this time, Fang Quan quickly changed the topic, "Xiong Qingmei, we can also make this bamboo basket bigger and use it to hold other things."
Chapter completed!