In the second month of winter, the weather became even colder, and the mountains were covered with white areas.

Other tribes are shivering in caves, or trembling in houses, lacking food and clothing, and enduring the cold winter hard.

But the Mang tribe is different because they have enough food and are not short of firewood. After the weather is cold, everyone is still busy in front of the fire.

Bone utensil workshops, stone utensil workshops, wood utensil workshops, pottery workshops, and garment workshops still work every day, especially utensil workshops. In order to make everyone warmer, it takes a lot of manpower and time to make animal leather jackets.

Those newly awakened totem warriors are still clearing the land every day, and even if it is cold, they have not stopped for a day.

Next month, they will start learning hunting skills, and those who already have hunting experience will join the hunting team to conduct winter hunting training.

And the three hundred prisoners also surrounded the fire pit to polish stone tools and bone tools, or other simple tasks in exchange for food.

As the leader of the tribe, Chen Bei was not so busy after everything in the tribe was on track. In addition to often hunting in the mountains and training his combat power, he still lived a leisurely life in the tribe.

"Boiled beans in salt water don't taste very good."

Chenbei ate mixed grain rice today, including soybeans and some other dishes, but more soybeans were added.

Chen Bei suddenly missed tofu.

"Since I can make soy milk, can I make tofu?"

Chen Bei was not sure at all because he had never made tofu.

Moreover, he remembered that plaster was needed to make tofu, and he had never seen this thing nearby.

"Is there any other way?"

Chenbei was a little unwilling to accept it. He had soybeans but no tofu, which made it too uncomfortable.

It would be fine if I didn’t think about it, but the more I thought about it, the more I felt unwilling to accept it.

Chen Bei thought hard, and finally, he remembered a documentary he had watched in his previous life: Xia Guo on the Tip of the Tongue.

There is an episode in this documentary that tells the way to make tofu, which is to use sour water.

Chenbei looked at the sauerkraut jar in the corner of the house. There was a lot of sour water in the jar, and it had become more and more sour.

"Can you use the sour water of this sauerkraut to make tofu?"

As soon as this thought came true, Chen Bei's heart that wanted to eat tofu was also ignited and burned.

"Try it, I don't believe it, I can't eat tofu!"

Chen Bei immediately dried it and immediately peeled the soybeans with a rough stone mill, then poured it into a wooden barrel, and took away all the skin floating on it.

Then he placed the barrel next to the stove so that the water temperature would not be too low.

After he finished it, it was already dark.

That night, he looked into the bucket with soybeans from time to time, dreaming of eating tofu, Mapo tofu, braised tofu, fried tofu...

The next morning, Chen Bei got up and went to see the soaked beans as soon as possible.

Although the temperature is very low, the beans have been soaked overnight because they are placed next to the stove.

"Grind soy milk!"

Chenbei used a wooden spoon and spoonful of water to scoops of soybeans into the stone mill, and then grind it into soy milk.

The stone mill rotated slowly, and the yellow beans turned into white soy milk in the stone mill, and then flowed into the wooden barrel.

There is a linen bag in the wooden barrel, which is the latest product of the garment workshop. It took a long time to weave the twine woven ramie leather into linen, and at Chenbei's request, it made a linen bag.

After all the ground soy milk entered the burlap bag, Chenbei tied the mouth of the burlap bag tightly, then put it on another wooden barrel, and set two sticks on it to start pressing the slurry.

As he tried his best, a large amount of soy milk leaked out from the burlap bag and left the bean dregs inside.

But as he squeezed it, Chenbei found that a small amount of bean dregs were squeezed out and fell into the soy milk.

"Oh, it's not dense enough."

Chen Bei had no choice but to stop. In fact, more soy milk could be squeezed out from the burlap bag, but more soy dregs would be leaked. In desperation, Chen Bei had to stop.

Even so, he got half a bucket of soy milk.

Then, Chenbei washed the pottery cauldron, poured the soy milk in and boiled it on high heat.

"Gulugulu..."

After the soy milk was boiling, Chenbei stirred it with a wooden spatula, and it felt almost done, and then moved the pottery cauldron away from the fire.

Then, he used the wooden scoop of water to scoop the soy milk from the pottery cauldron into the bucket.

"Success or failure is here."

Chenbei scooped out the sour water from the sauerkraut jar. After the soy milk was a little cooler, he tried to add sour water to it one by one.

After adding sour water, as he stirred, it was obvious that the tofu flowers began to condense after a while.

"Is this going to be done?"

Chen Bei was slightly excited. He didn't dare to add sour water to it, for fear of adding too much.

After waiting for a while, the tofu flowers condensed more, turning into small balls, and the water in the bucket gradually became clear.

Chen Bei scooped the tofu into a pottery basin and carefully poured out the water.

"It looks a bit like tofu, but I don't know how it tastes."

Chen Bei scooped a small piece with a spoon, put it into his mouth, and then frowned.

"The taste...it seems different from what I remember. It's not delicious and not that tender."

Although it doesn't taste very good, it's tofu after all. Chenbei plans to add some chili and spices to make Mapo tofu, which should taste much better.

Chenbei found a clay pot, poured the tofu, pepper, pepper, fish oil, and ginger slices together, and then slowly cooked it over low heat.

"Gudu Gudu..."

Soon, a strong fragrance appeared in the room and a spicy smell.

“Let it cook for a while.”

Chen Bei waited patiently, his face full of expectations.

"What's the taste? Not good, it's muddy."

After Chen Bei smelled a faint burnt smell, he quickly moved the pot from the fire. He shoveled the bottom of the pot and it was indeed a little muddy.

“How about it taste.”

Chen Bei picked up the chopsticks and bowls, picked up one and put it into his mouth.

“Hot…”

The tofu soaked in fish oil and chili was very hot, but Chenbei was reluctant to spit it out, so it took a while to swallow it.

Sure enough, after adding chili, even if the tofu tastes badly, it tastes much better.

Chen Bei's face was filled with joy. On this snowy day, he felt very satisfied while eating Mapo tofu...

On the third month of winter, one day, a burst of laughter suddenly came from a house in the tribe.

"Hahaha, I finally succeeded! I succeeded!"

He closed himself for two months, took a new bow and walked out of the door.

This bow is almost the same as Chen Bei described. It is densely wrapped with hemp ropes, and is wrapped with cow horns and animal tendons.

This bow is finally no longer fragile. It can initially withstand the power of the totem warrior and will no longer be easily pulled off.
Chapter completed!