At noon, the sun was hot above his head, and Bujia was sweating all over the cave entrance, "I will eat at the bottom of the mountain at noon, so there is no need to do it."
Since I have been busy working in the cave, I have eaten big pot rice, and the scent from the foot of the mountain has come up early, Gao Ming Feeling sore and weak, he didn't bother to cook, so he locked the cave door, hugged Xiao Le, and the big guys went down the mountain to eat together.
Qi brought a large piece of red sugar, and the big pot of rice usually eats barbecue meat. Later, when he got tired of eating, Gao Ming made a big iron pot. Big stones were built into a simple earthen stove. Sometimes it was wild vegetables stewed with big meat. Mao's caveman thought it was quite fragrant, but Qi Qi felt a little greasy after eating it. It would be good to boil a pot of cool and sweet sugar with red sugar to relieve the greasy taste.
At the foot of the mountain, rows of bamboo pottery bowls, chopsticks and spoons are piled up on the long bamboo table. There are pieces of meat stewed in the cauldron, and a wild boar is roasted next to it.
But from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain, there is a thin layer of sweat on Gao Ming's forehead and neck. It is not only hot, but also uncomfortable. How much he can dodge, Gao Ming will be irritable if people know that he has been made into a bad way.
Bujia helped Gao Ming to sit on the rock under the big tree, Gao Ming held Xiao Le in his arms, the women came up to say hello, Gao Ming responded with a smile. "I eat stewed meat, less meat and more wild vegetable broth." He didn't want his chrysanthemum to suffer because of the hot weather.
After a while, Bujia came over with a plate of barbecue and a bowl of stewed meat, and Lin Zi also brought stewed meat. The big guys sat or squatted under the shade of the tree and finished their meal in a hurry, with sugar water boiling in the big kettle Soon, one pot was opened after a while, and each person had a bowl after eating.
Gao Ming pushed the half-eaten meat bowl to Bujia, and he couldn't eat any more. Bujia saw that the bowl was full of meat pieces and there were few wild vegetables, so he didn't persuade Gao Ming to eat more because it was too greasy. After a while, he came over and brought warm sugar water in the bamboo tube. Gao Ming was not polite, he drank it in one gulp, and Bujia went to get the second cup.
The women sitting on the side were a little envious when they saw how Bujia treated Gao Ming, but they were not bad at all when they thought about the men, hunting would always give them the tenderest meat, and they would pick wild fruits for them. It's okay to think about it this way, and the big guys started chatting about gossip again.
"Why haven't I seen A-Lai?"
"A-Lai gave birth to a daughter yesterday. I went to see her. She has red skin like a little monkey, and A-Mu, who is not enough to listen to, said that she looks like A-Lai when she was a child..."
"Daughter really It would be bad if it looked like a mosquito, but the mosquito has a strong body and is good at hunting. His daughter must be in great shape when she grows up. Let's go to see Alai at night?!"
"I'll go too, the leaves in our cave are about to grow I'm going to ask Amu Mosquito to help me look at it these few days..."
There will be a new life in the cave soon, Gao Ming is also very happy, and he will go back to tell Qi at night, if there is anything that needs help, he will move around frequently Well, when a woman gives birth here, Eminem delivers the baby. She doesn't know medical skills or pharmacology, and only relies on her previous experience of giving birth. At least Qi knows the properties of the medicine, and it is less dangerous to ask Qi to help.
Gao Ming propped his head boredly, he was a little sleepy just after eating, his eyelids touched his head like he was pecking at rice, bit by bit, Bujia looked funny, and took Gao Mingwai into his arms.
"Brother Xiaoming, Brother Xiaoming!" Yuan Xiaohe ran over.
As soon as Gao Ming woke up, seeing Xiao He smiling, his nervous heart relaxed a little. He had just vaguely dreamed that he was hunting in the woods, and happened to meet a vicious and ferocious wolf, with green eyes walking through the woods, and the battle was imminent.
"What's wrong?" Gao Ming yawned and rubbed his eyes to wake himself up.
Xiao He pointed to the pile of broken shells on the yellow pole in the distance and said, "Master told you to go there, and he said he seemed to have found paper?"
"Paper!!!!" Bujia and Xiaohe looked at each other. Isn't Xiaoming weak? Running so fast is a big deal! ! The two followed closely behind.
The broken shells of the yellow poles were piled up as high as a hill. Wen Xiaobao was squatting there studying something. When Gao Ming arrived, he saw Xiaobao handing him a piece of broken shells stuck together. Gao Ming took it, and the soft yellow poles passed by. The peeling shell shattered when touched, and the withered yellow shell became fragments the size of a fingernail. They piled it up like this at will, and it was exposed to the sun after a few days without anyone caring about it. At this moment, the shells in their hands have been connected together. , the texture is a bit hard, Gao Ming gently broke it, and it broke, but this piece is a bit like straw paper.
"I took this out from the bottom. The top one is more brittle. It must have been exposed to the sun too much. The inside can be softer. Can you make paper?" Wen Xiaobao looked at Gao Ming expectantly. He didn't want to use stones. And the bamboo board scraped the butt off. "Even if you can't write, it's okay to make something softer to wipe your ass."
Gao Ming looked at the embarrassed Wen Xiaobao jokingly. You're not afraid that Bu Jia will dislike you when you scrape it off!?"
Bu Jia just heard this sentence, no matter what the problem is, he must show his loyalty anyway, and he affirmed: "No matter what Xiao Ming looks like, I will not dislike it."
Gao Ming was embarrassed immediately Get up, now Wen Xiaobao is playing with his arms around his chest. Gao Ming ignored Bujia, cleared his throat, and said, "I'll take some back to try today." His junior high school history textbook seemed to say that the paper was made of tree bark and rotten fishing nets. Just like what Xiaobao said, writing can be improved slowly, but the paper for wiping the butt should come out quickly, if it is not scraped clean in summer, it will have a smell, and it needs to be washed, and in winter, it is cold and frozen after pooping. Chrysanthemum hurts, this is also good news!
After a good rest, the elderly Ah Mu and the man took over the job of washing the pots and dishes. Zheng Mao led the farming team up the mountain again. Gao Ming took the initiative to take the bamboo basket with eyes full of lust and spring, and the corners of his lips raised a little, and he said with a smile: "I will do the rough work, be careful not to hurt
your butt!" Gao Ming thought about what it meant, and then understood Wen Xiaobao is talking about her chrysanthemum! His face was red and his head was smoking with anger, this little treasure is too narrow-minded! This is revenge for my joke just now! Walking behind Wen Xiaobao, Gao Ming gritted his teeth and said, "My butt is fine, it won't be a problem if we fight another five hundred rounds!"
Wen Xiaobao smiled without saying a word.
Landa Sado, who was walking behind, was full of doubts. The curious Landa wanted to ask Gao Ming, but was dragged back by Sado. Didn't you see that Xiao Ming was grinding his teeth with a dark face?
At the entrance of the cave, the woman taking over in the afternoon came, chatting and laughing, but the work in hand was not sloppy at all. Xiaohe added sugar water and helped Gao Ming, Qi coaxed the two children to sleep, Wen Xiaobao put down the bamboo basket on the mountain and went to work in the field, they were the only ones left in the cave.
Gao Ming tried his best to recall the pitiful things about papermaking in his stomach, but he didn't mention the age, and he only knew the approximate materials. He scratched his head and stared at a basket of yellow poles. He almost saw through the shell, while Xiao He hesitated. Do you want to ask what to do first? Gao Ming didn't know what to do first, so he grabbed the broken shells, some of them were glued into a small piece, the biggest one was half a palm, and it would be broken with a light touch. Chrysanthemum's! ! But it can stick a little because of some ingredients, maybe it just needs to extract sticky things and let it dry.
"Xiaohe, add water to the pot, let's start cooking!" Anyway, there are a lot of yellow stalk shells, and it's okay if they are boiled. Gao Ming added firewood to the stove, and after a while the water in the big iron pot boiled, Gao Ming seemed to have grabbed a few handfuls of yellow stalk shells, just like cooking porridge, you can't put too much yellow stalk shells, try it little by little Come.
Xiao He sat on a small stool to add firewood, and Gao Ming stood by the edge of the iron pot and stirred it with a big spoon, just like they did in their hometown. After being boiled over high heat, the sticky yellow stem shells gradually turned into a paste, and the color began to turn yellowish.
"Xiaohe doesn't need to add more firewood." Gao Ming felt that it was almost done, and hurriedly looked for tools. The softened shell in the pot should be fished out, and the withered yellow thick soup should be left to dry. After it settles, the water on the top should be skimmed, and the bottom should be poured into a wooden box to dry to see if the paper can be produced. "Xiaohe will make a long and rectangular box out of bamboo for us. The box is not high, just ten centimeters.
Xiao He didn't ask what he wanted, and quickly went to get the bamboo sticks from the storage hole. Gao Ming remembered that there was a bamboo sieve in the cave, which was still used to remove the wheat husks last year, and it was used a while ago, which happened to be placed at the entrance of the storage cave. Gao Ming scooped the boiled soft and mushy yellow husks onto the bamboo sieve and left them alone, thinking that the pot contained the essence.
After the Xiaohe bamboo box was finished, the water in the pot had cooled down, and the color of the water on top was clearer than before. After pouring out the clear water on the top, the bottom was full of mushy things mixed with impurities. Pour it on a bamboo box and let it dry in the sun.
"Brother Xiaoming, can this really be done?" Xiao He asked curiously.
Gao Ming didn't know if it could be done, but he felt that his thinking was fine, so it should be done, right? ! "I'll know when it dries in a while." I went into the kitchen and put down the iron pot, and saw the soft and broken shells in the bamboo sieve at a glance.
The temperature here is high, and the entrance of the cave is facing the sun. In order to prevent exposure to the sun, Gao Ming deliberately put the paper under the shade of a tree under the stone table to dry, but the temperature is enough. After half an hour, Gao Ming took it out and put the box in the box. On the stone table, Xiao He looked curiously at the yellow shell inside the bamboo box that had been sun-dried to yellow powder.
"Brother Xiao Ming, it's turned into powder like black fruit." Xiao He squeezed it with his fingers, wanting to taste it in his mouth.
"Don't die!" Gao Ming stopped, "I don't know if this can be eaten, but the paper obviously doesn't look like this, so it might as well not have been cooked!"
Shaking his head in disappointment, he failed. "You take a big bamboo tube and pour the powder in it, and then try to find a Gu Gu who still has red eyes."
Xiao He has never seen paper, but the master and Xiao Ming are so looking forward to it, it must be very delicious! This boiled one may be delicious, so I went into the hole and took the big bamboo tube.
Disappointment is disappointment, but this is the first time to study, failure is success, and experience can always be found. Gao Ming cheers himself up, thinks about his own chrysanthemums, thinks about the chrysanthemums of the people in the cave, thinks about the chrysanthemums of the 200 people in the tribe! !
Xiao Ming, who is determined to save the chrysanthemum of all primitive people, began to increase his confidence, and went into the kitchen like a chicken blood to continue thinking!
Eh? The yellow pole shell in the bamboo sieve seems to be stuck! On the bamboo sieve, Gao Ming unintentionally piled up a small pile. The top ones had been dried. Gao Ming tore off a corner of the top, and it was indeed stuck. He tore it with his hands. Resilience, maybe here is the secret to success? !
Gao Ming's eyes lit up, and he stared at the puddle on the bamboo sieve and began to think seriously!