Chapter 420: Going to lose their balls

Chapter 420: Going to lose their balls

"Crackle~"

After thoroughly rinsing the square pieces of meat in water, there was enough to fill a large basin, and Han Cheng dumped about half of it in one go.

After a brief wait, he poured half a cup of wine in half, covered it with a lid, and started simmering.

Once these were done, he similarly handled another open-mouthed earthenware jar, or one could call it a clay pot.

Drinking a can of the intense wine that made people dizzy this way, the second senior brother who saw this was distraught.

But then he immediately looked forward to the food simmering inside the pot.

After using a whole barrel of good wine, the resulting dish was sure to be exceptionally delicious!

As he smelled the gradually wafting aroma uncontrollably, a stream of clear drool flowed from his mouth.

Realizing this, he quickly sucked it up, licked his lips, and turned to continue digging foundations.

"Lower the fire a bit."

Han Cheng lifted the lid, stirred it a bit, checked that the water was boiling, and instructed the fire to be reduced.

Then he placed several cleaned and cooked pork intestines into two other large pots regularly used for soups, added water, and began simmering.

When it was almost ready, he added salt, chopped green onions, and cleaned wild vegetables. Then, he added two large spoonfuls of fruit vinegar, stirred it, and served it in a large bowl.

A tangy aroma filled the air, making people's appetites soar at the smell.

After preparing this tangy intestine soup, the meat stew was also tender by now.

Han Cheng added some salt, stirred it, and then a spoonful of thick honey.

The thick honey gradually turned slightly red when it met the hot meat chunks, making the meat shiny and looking extremely appetizing.

A fragrant and not greasy sweet aroma wafted over.

Everyone helping here couldn't help but look at the large pot of freshly cooked meat, slowing their movements.

A can of wine, two spoonfuls of honey so sweet that one could almost swallow their tongue for such good things to make these two pots of food?

Heavens, how delicious this pot of meat must be!

"They couldn't imagine it.

The dish Han Cheng made was the original version of braised pork.

Continuous domestication was needed to make wild boar meat delicious and eliminate this taste, along with a necessary step — castrating the boar.

Of course, excluding the breeding pigs.

After Han Cheng left with those who followed him, the young wild boars, who tried to leave but couldn't find their way out, had grown considerably bolder. They began eating the green grass Han Cheng had thrown in.

As they ate the grass, they had no idea that in the future, some of them would lose their "eggs" and become like little eunuchs...

It turns out primitive humans could eat a lot of food.

This time, Han Cheng deliberately made nearly fifty percent more food than the previous average amount!

However, all this extra food was nowhere to be seen now, having gone into the bellies of the tribal people.

Watching everyone holding their bellies and humming, still looking unsatisfied, Han Cheng, sniffing, could only repeatedly think "food bin" in his mind...

The pigsty where the foundations hadn't been dug stopped.

Outside the tribe, the large millet fields planted at the beginning were now mature, and it was time to harvest.

Every available hand in the Green Sparrow Tribe was harvesting millet, including Han Cheng himself, the Divine Child.

All the less critical tasks had stopped; at this moment, everything had to make way for the autumn harvest.

After all, these golden grains, irrigated with their sweat, would be essential food in the days ahead.

"Chileng~ Chileng~"

The sickle in Tietou's hand danced happily; every time this sound rang out, a row of millet stalks fell, entering his left hand.

At these moments, Tietou was happiest because the skill he had honed from cutting grass could finally be openly displayed in front of others.

Compared to the chaotic grass, the millet was easy to cut for Tietou.

While others could cut two swathes (six rows) in one trip, he could easily manage three swathes! And he was faster than anyone else.

Often, by the time others reached the end and started wiping sweat to rest, Tietou had already sat on the edge of the field, resting.

When others finally reached the end and began to rest, he, already refreshed, would get up and start cutting back. Moreover, the areas he had harvested were spotless, with almost no grains left behind.

Tietou was always a man whom others could not look up to when it came to harvesting crops.

Of course, he always showed off his speed, ignoring others. When it was almost time to finish, instead of starting a new row after finishing one, he turned around and took responsibility for several rows left behind by others at the edge of the harvest, "bumping heads" with them...