Chapter 39 Drawing wood panel paintings

"Sour fruits can still be made into sauce, aren't they sour?" Nuan Chun gritted his teeth and shuddered. He was obviously reminiscing about the taste of sour fruits. Not to mention eating it, the sour taste alone was unforgettable.

In the past, when there were females in the tribe who were pregnant with cubs, they especially liked to eat sour fruits.

However, warm spring is totally unacceptable.

After one bite, my teeth were so sore that I couldn't eat anything.

Nanfeng smacked his lips and said, "The barbecue tastes great when topped with sour juice."

"Sour fruits can be used to make jam, but it's a pity that the tribe doesn't have sugar. When you make sour jam and add some rock sugar, the resulting sour fruits are sour and sweet, extremely delicious!" Chang Xia licked the corner of his mouth, recalling the taste of strawberry jam and ketchup in his memory,

After a slight pause, he added: "The sour fruit is sour when eaten, and the juice is poured on the barbecue for a unique flavor. The sour fruit pulp is also used to stew meat and soup, which can enhance the umami flavor of the soup and has a certain effect of removing fishy smell."

"Sour fruit, is it really that good?" Nuan Chun doubted, showing an unbelievable expression.

Nanfeng nuzzled at the barbecue on the table and opened his mouth: "Don't you notice when you eat barbecue? The barbecue made by Shen Rong is charred on the outside and tender on the inside. The meat juice splashes out when you take a bite. The light sour taste combined with the burnt aroma of the barbecue is endless aftertaste.

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Using the same technique, she couldn't make as delicious a barbecue as Shen Rong.

"The barbecue made by Shen Rong is indeed delicious." Nuan Chun praised.

However, she didn't realize that the barbecue was also topped with sour juice.

She has a strong belly and occasionally helps Chang Xia with things. Shen Rong takes over the barbecue. Unless he is busy, Chang Xia and the others will start grilling.

Speaking of which, Nuanchun really didn't know that barbecue and sour fruits could be connected.

"Chang Xia, can you make candy?" Nan Feng rolled his eyes and whispered.

Chang Xia once said that sugar is like honey, very sweet. If you eat it in your mouth, it will always be sweet to your heart.

Nan Feng has never eaten sugar, but she has tasted honey.

Not much, just a little bit. Changxia dipped her chopsticks into it and fed her.

Changxia was in poor health and had been taking medicine. The medicine was too bitter. Every year, the witch would leave a small jar of honey sent by the beast tribe to the Holy Mountain of Cana for Changxia, so that she could take one or two sips when taking the medicine.

The remaining honey is kept by witches to make medicine.

Similarly, the honey obtained by the tribesmen from hunting is usually sent to the Holy Mountain of Karna. As a result, the beast tribe is very envious of the bear tribe.

The bears are addicted to honey and have thick skin and thick flesh.

Among the orcs, the Bear Clan can easily find honey. Unfortunately, the Bear Clan is not willing to trade honey, and will not exchange it with anyone except sending it to the Holy Mountain of Cana.

"It can be done. However, you must find raw materials for making sugar, such as sugar cane, beet or maple/maple tree." Chang Xia thought for a while and continued: "Thatch roots can also make sugar, but the taste is not as good as sugar cane and beet.

So sweet."

"Changxia, can you draw what sugar cane looks like? If you just name it, how can we know what can be made into sugar? Draw it and I'll show it to the tribal hunting team. The tribal totem warriors will go out hunting every day, so they might

I've seen sugar cane and beet somewhere." Nan Feng's mind was spinning rapidly, thinking of the cave dwellings that Chang Xia used to draw with animal skins.

So, she directly suggested that Changxia draw all the sugar cane and beets.

Everyone in the tribe knows that Chang Xia likes to name things.

Some tribesmen had refuted it before, but slowly, the tribesmen were directly assimilated by Changxia.

"That's right! I was really stupid, Nanfeng, you are so smart." Chang Xia slapped his head hard and woke up.

Her power alone is limited.

However, tribes can be involved.

In this way, it is more justified to refuse tribal exchanges. At the same time, it can also train the enthusiasm and participation of the tribesmen.

"Just wait, I'll use animal skins for painting later." After Chang Xia finished speaking, he shook his head and said, "The animal skins painted with charcoal are easy to fade, and wooden boards are more suitable."

When Shen Rong and the others were making the doors and windows, there were still some wooden boards left. Later, she processed the wooden boards again and made them palm-sized, making them easier to carry.

In Nuanchun, put the prepared rice rolls and the animal bone pot into the stone pot for steaming.

"Chang Xia, you don't have to wait... go find the woodblock painting now. Leave the matter of vermicelli and rice rolls to me and Nan Feng. I have already learned how to steam them in a few pots, cut them into strips, and serve them cold. Then I can send them to Shen Rong and the others.

Taste it. The raw pressed rice noodles you mentioned need to be fermented and cannot be made in a short time, so just do it slowly." Nuan Chun said emphatically.

Suddenly, Nanfeng nodded quickly.

"Chang Xia, listen to Nuan Chun." Nan Feng said: "The sooner you draw it and bring it to the tribe, the sooner the hunting team can find sugar cane and beets, and the sooner we can eat sugar."

ah--

Nanfeng sighed.

Maybe, in a few days.

She can eat sweet candies.

After thinking about it, Nan Feng pushed Chang Xia away. She didn't even care about rice rolls and ran to get the wooden board to Chang Xia so that she could start painting directly after she washed her hands.

Hear the words.

Chang Xia is right to think about it.

Fermentation of raw pressed rice flour takes at least one night.

Now, she has prepared the bag of rice flour for filtering. Later, she will steam some fruit powder and knead it with the dough to ferment together. This matter is not urgent. It can be done before dinner.

However, if you want to eat raw rice noodles, you have to wait until tomorrow.

Taking the wooden board that Nan Feng put into his hand, Chang Xia transformed his right hand into a beast, and began to polish the wooden board with his sharp claws. First, he cut the long wooden board into a palm-sized shape, and then polished the wooden thorns on the edge.

In addition to plants that can produce sugar, such as sugarcane and beet, Changxia is also planning to draw other edible plants.

The palm-sized wooden board is a bit of a test for painting skills.

Of course, the more important thing is that the charcoal pencil is too soft and easily smudges when drawing.

While Chang Xia was working on the wood board, he was thinking about how to improve the charcoal pen. His eyes flashed and fell on a piece of unburned firewood - charcoal. Charcoal is harder than burnt charcoal, and the force used when holding the pen is more balanced.

You won't faint.

With this piece of charcoal, you don’t have to worry about making charcoal all summer long.

At this time, it was about to enter the rainy season, and the temperature was on the high side. It was not too late to wait until the cold season to think about charcoal. What's more, she had already tinkered with the kang bed.

Small, thin boards, polished neatly.

Chang Xia picked up charcoal and tried it on some scraps of wood boards.

The animals and plants in the Twilight Forest are slightly different from those on Earth, but are generally similar. However, the size, shape, and color vary greatly, and you need to taste them to identify them.

Considering that the Twilight Forest is rich in products, Chang Xia does not ask the tribesmen to bring back identical plants. As long as they are similar, it is a success.

Fruit powder is the best example.

The taste is similar to rice, and there is no need to plant it. The dusk forest is full of ginkgo trees. You can get the fruit powder by just picking it, drying it and grinding it all year round.

Generally speaking, ginkgo is more convenient and more productive than rice.

In the distance, the warm spring south wind is busy while watching the long summer.

Looking at Chang Xia who was concentrating on painting, the two of them had gentle and hopeful expressions. At the same time, they were also filled with pride and happiness.

"Nanfeng, please send these vermicelli and rice rolls to Shen Rong and the others. I specially made a few more bowls, and Kongshan should be here by now." Nuanchun found the backpack and rattan basket, there were a lot of things.

It was inconvenient for her to walk back and forth with a bloated belly.

Chang Xia was busy and they didn't want to disturb him.

Therefore, Nanfeng could only make a trip alone.

Nanfeng nodded and said briskly: "It's a small matter, leave it to me."

He took the basket on his back that contained vermicelli, rice rolls, toppings and other foods, and then picked up the rattan basket. Nanfeng's footsteps were like the wind, and he ran quickly to the next hill.

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