I've been transported to the orc continent.

Chapter 203 Making Vermicelli

Each orc can only receive two buns.

Besides steamed buns, there were also stir-fried winter melon, cold dishes, and chopped braised offal, but few orcs took them; they were all eating the steamed buns.

In the past, the orcs would chat and laugh during meals, but today, very few of them spoke; they were all busy eating their buns.

The same goes for the moon.

Bai Ling had already eaten one, and he was eating his second one, so he was eating a little slowly. Yue was eating steamed buns for the first time, and he ate very quickly, finishing one in three or four bites. Seeing that Yue had finished one steamed bun, Bai Ling quickly handed him the mung bean soup.

Yue seemed a little embarrassed. He didn't say anything, but took the earthenware bowl and drank several mouthfuls of mung bean soup.

When Yue ate her second steamed bun, she ate much slower, so Bai Ling asked, "Yue, do you think the steamed bun is delicious?"

Yue nodded vigorously: "Delicious, really, really delicious."

The fact that Yue used "very" twice is enough to prove her love for steamed buns.

When Yue thought the steamed buns were delicious, Bai Ling felt very happy: "Then next year I will plant more wheat, so that we can eat noodles every day."

Yue felt that the kind of life Ling described was absolutely wonderful, and he nodded emphatically: "Okay, from now on we'll eat noodles every day."

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Two steamed buns were not enough to fill the beastmen's stomachs. They needed to eat something else. Today's main dish was steamed dumplings, which the beastmen usually loved. But after eating the steamed buns today, the once delicious steamed dumplings didn't seem so tasty anymore.

The orcs ate and talked with their friends, and the conversation revolved entirely around steamed buns. Some orcs said that steamed buns were the most delicious food, some orcs dreamed of being able to eat steamed buns more often in the future, and some orcs said that their families would also plant wheat next year.

When it was mentioned that wheat should be planted next year, the other orcs nodded in agreement, saying that wheat must be planted next year, it was a must.

Not only the orcs of the High Tree Tribe, but also the orcs of other tribes, even the orcs of the Central Tribe, secretly made up their minds that they must plant wheat next year.

The central tribe also grows wheat, but because wheat is difficult to cook and doesn't taste good after cooking, the orcs in the tribe don't like to eat it. But now that there's a new way to eat wheat, its status has suddenly changed from an unpalatable food to the most delicious food. So what reason is there not to grow it?

We must plant them, and we must plant them vigorously.

Zhan thought so too. After the orcs finished eating, Zhan called a few of them over to him alone.

“Carry your iron tools and go to the Great River Tribe to exchange them for wheat,” Zhan said. “I heard that the Great River Tribe has grown a lot of wheat. Try to exchange as much wheat as possible. Next year we will plant wheat in the tribe’s public fields, and the year after that each household will be able to get a lot of wheat seeds.”

Zhan didn't even wait until the next morning; he had the beastmen set off under the cover of night.

The steamed buns are so delicious, the sooner we switch to wheat, the sooner we can feel at ease.

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The orcs of the Central Tribe are leaving today. They will take the cassava back to their tribe. By next year, these cassava will have turned into fields of cassava. In just a few years, cassava will have taken root and sprouted in the Central Tribe. At that time, the Central Tribe will be like the High Tree Tribe, no longer having to worry about going hungry.

Bai Ling watched the Sky Beastman fly away, his face filled with envy. He wondered when he would be able to ride on the Sky Tribe and fly into the sky.

Seeing Bai Ling's reluctant gaze, the Third Elder seemed to understand something. A smile appeared on his lips, as if he had made a decision in his heart.

Bai Ling stopped carrying cassava with his tribesmen because Zhan had assigned him to cook.

Delicious food is the best motivation. Didn't you see that the orcs ate two buns yesterday? They're even more energetic when they work today.

All Bai Ling had to do was stir-fry vegetables and stew meat. He was thinking about making some dishes that his people had never eaten before when he suddenly saw the mountains of cassava piled up in the square. Bai Ling had a flash of inspiration and thought of another food.

Bai Ling went to Cai and asked, "Grandpa Cai, should we eat all those cassava roots that have been dug up right away?"

Cai nodded: "Yes, spoiled cassava doesn't keep well, so we have to eat it first."

Bai Ling smiled and said, "Alright, let's collect all the spoiled cassava today, grind it into cassava flour, and I'll make something delicious for everyone."

Upon hearing about the delicious food, Cai's eyes lit up: "What delicious food?"

Bai Ling said, "It's cassava noodles, and it's delicious."

Cai: "There is still a lot of cassava flour in the tribe. You can use that to make it. Otherwise, you have to grind the cassava and dry it into flour, which will take several days."

Bai Ling nodded: "Okay, I'll go get some tools first, so I can make cassava noodles."

Bai Ling first made a mold. He found a piece of wood and drilled rows of small holes the size of soybeans in it. This was a simple mold, which he would use for the time being. When he had time later, he would make a simple noodle press.

Bai Ling put more than half a basin of tapioca flour in the earthenware plate, added salt and water and stirred it into a paste. She lit sorghum stalks in the earthenware pot and put the paste into the pot to start cooking.

This can't be done with a big fire, it has to be a small one. The orc who was best at making fire sat on a rock and tended the fire. He kept poking at the firewood with a fire poker and added two sorghum stalks every now and then.

Bai Ling held a wooden spatula and stirred the pot continuously. The water in the pot decreased, and the paste became translucent.

Bai Ling shouted, "Get all the fire out!"

The orc tending the fire quickly set to work, taking out the still-burning sorghum stalks and setting them aside. Another orc immediately poured a basket of soil over them, burying the thick smoke before it could even rise. The burnt stalks in the fire pit were also swept out with fire pokers.

Although the fire was removed, the pot was still hot. Bai Ling continued to stir it with a wooden spatula. The tapioca flour in the pot had turned into a jelly-like substance. Bai Ling stirred it with the wooden spatula and found that it was almost cooked.

Pour the cooked tapioca flour into an earthenware bowl, add tapioca flour and hot water, and start kneading.

While rubbing, Bai Ling said to the tribespeople who were helping, "Put water in the iron pot and boil it. Then find a large earthenware pot and put cold water in it."

The beastmen did as Bai Ling instructed. Bai Ling kept kneading the cassava flour in the ceramic basin until the cooked cassava flour and the raw cassava flour were perfectly blended together.

Bai Ling poked it with her hand, and a hole was poked in the tapioca flour, but her finger was also covered in tapioca flour.

The water in the earthenware pot had boiled. Bai Ling carried the earthenware basin over, scooped the cassava dough out of the basin, and placed it on a wooden board with many small holes.

With a little force, the cassava dough leaked out of the small hole.