Chapter 262: Silkworm, tree planting, nursery, donkey tribe coming

The breeze blew, the wind chimes under the eaves jingled, and the lazy spring sun shed, and the body was warm.
Han Cheng sat under the root of the south wall, holding a stick in his hand, and looked carefully in front of his eyes. There were some flowers in his eyes, but he didn't see any flowers in the stick.
He rubbed his sore eyes and put the stick in his hand back into the pot near his feet.
The pots are dry, and there are some yellow and tender leaves inside, which are the newly extracted mulberry leaves this year.
He has never forgotten about silkworms. Even if the silkworms are reared according to the current technical methods, it is basically impossible to turn the fine silk into gorgeous silk, but Han Cheng never gave up on raising them. The idea of ​​silkworm.
Silkworms are still relatively primitive now, and there is still a long way to go from mature silkworms. If this is the case, let's raise them on a small scale for now.
Not to make silk, but to breed silkworms that can produce larger cocoons.
Compared with the improvement of weaving technology, the evolution of silkworm cocoons is undoubtedly more difficult, requiring long-term cultivation from generation to generation.
When the means of weaving has reached the point where silk can be used to weave silk, it is too late to start cultivating silkworms.
Sitting here and waiting for a while, the larvae of the silkworm did not come out of the silkworm seeds. Han Chengcheng put the small pottery pot on the window sill and walked out of the courtyard.
Outside the Qingque tribe, it was a busy labor scene at this time.
The people headed by the elder brother, now after a winter, seem to be soft on the ground, digging with bones.
They are not turning the ground, but digging holes.
The pits were dug in a clearing to the east of the Qingque tribe, on the border with the forest, and beside the small river a little far from the Qingque tribe.
These pits are dug almost every two meters.
Don't doubt why the digging is so accurate, because the lame lame is measuring with a two-meter stick.
These pits extend from the small river in the south to the foot of the mountain two or three miles away.
There are two rows of such pits.
Someone digs a hole in the front, and the one behind picks up a small sapling and puts it in the dug pit. According to the demonstration of the son of God, he straightens the sapling. The side is bright, and the pile of soil on the side of the pit is filled with bones. Seal it in, tread as hard as possible with your feet.
After doing this, they took the bone shovel and the sapling, walked to the next pit, and then repeated the previous actions.
Ruhua carried a load of water all the way from the river bank, walked to the newly planted sapling, and put the load down.
Holding the rope on the jar with one hand, lifting the bottom of the jar with the other, aligning the mouth of the jar with the pit of the newly planted tree, slowly tilting it down.
The cool, white water slid out of the jar and fell into the tree pit.
Sometimes, when a jar of water runs out, there will be one or two jumping fish at the bottom of the jar.
If it was before, in the original tribe, Ruhua would be very happy to hide the small fish secretly in his hands, find opportunities that some people can't see, fill the small fish into his mouth, chew nervously, and sincerely Feeling lucky today.
But now, she would no longer do such a thing.
Three meals a day, every meal is full, she is used to living this kind of life, and thinking about it again, she doesn’t know how she survived and grew up...
The flower watering is very careful and conscientious. Sometimes when the saplings are crooked, they will stop to straighten the saplings.
She is the same as other people in the tribe, as long as the things that the son of God confessed will be executed without compromise.
This sapling is not a miscellaneous tree, but a fruit tree dug from the surroundings by the tribe in the past few days.
After confirming that the saplings were not crooked, Ruhua released her hands and treated these saplings very carefully.
When she was doing this, the scene that the son of God described a few days ago would emerge involuntarily in her mind—
The wind blew gently, the branches and leaves swayed slightly, and the rich fruity fragrance filled the entire courtyard along the wind.
Not far from the courtyard, the planted fruit tree has grown up, and the branches are bent down by the full fruit.
You don’t need to travel all the way to pick the fruit, and you can get the fruit easily when you leave the courtyard...
This scene is fascinating to think about.
At the same time, I was thinking, why didn’t you know how to plant fruit trees in the wild near the tribe?
Balloon did not participate in the tree planting activities, he has other things to be busy.
Crouching on the edge of the field, he was inserting many tree sticks about five centimeters long into the overturned soil.
The stick was not inserted completely, exposing one or two spores without leaves.
He did it seriously, and he didn't quite understand what the son of God said that these tree sticks could grow trees after time.
They are obviously sticks, how can they grow into trees?
Han Cheng came to look at it for a while, then pulled out the sticks of the balloon that had been inserted upside down and inserted it again.
This is a nursery he was trying to open up, mainly planting mulberry strips, but also some fruit trees. Whether these fruit trees can be grown is unknown to Han Chengcheng.
Most of the fruits at this time are not as tasty as later generations.
Fruits with small nuclei and more flesh are heretics. Thick skin, less flesh, large nuclei, and bad taste are the mainstream.
Thinking about it, it can be understood. After all, the fruits eaten by later generations do not know how many generations and how many cultivation techniques have been used to finally form them. Naturally, they are much stronger than the primitive and pure wild ones.
Han Cheng doesn't know much about fruit tree cultivation. One is grafting, and the other is like cultivating rapeseed, selecting from generation to generation.
But in any case, this matter is to be groped and tried, and the more groping, the experience will be gradually gained.
"Someone! Someone!"
The people standing on the low east wall were yelling.
In fact ~EbookFREE.me~ before he shouted, the big brother who was digging a hole in the east found the visitor first.
Because these people came from the forest in the east.
After a brief period of tension, it calmed down quickly. The people who came were the donkey tribe, not the enemy.
Han Cheng was a little surprised. It was just the beginning of spring, why did the people from the donkey tribe come? Did you give them less salt before?
After confirming the identity of the visitor, Senior Brother asked Junior Brother Sha and others to put the bow away.
Junior Brother Sha and the others were very alert and brought bows and arrows when they came out to dig the pit.
The leader of the donkey tribe looked at the crooked wood that was carried by the people of this tribe, and was puzzled.
Using such curved wood as a weapon, I really don't know what this wealthy tribe thinks, but it still treats it seriously.
In his opinion, the crooked wood is far less lethal than the wooden stick with bone fragments held in the hands of other people in this tribe.