Chapter 340: reward

"Ding Ding Dong..."
"Ding Ding Dong..."
In the shade of the Qingque tribe, there would be such a sound from time to time.
Although the people of the tribe were used to it, they couldn't help but look a few more times at this time, looking enviously at the limp who was swinging an iron axe and beating a chisel to make a hole in the wood.
The people of the Qingque tribe now have one more problem. They are not willing to rest peacefully in the tribe after meals and other free time, but wander around the rivers and ditches around the tribe.
Once some rust-like iron bacteria are found, they will be filled into the jar happily.
The ease of use of iron tools fascinated everyone in the tribe.
Several people who often cook want to use iron knives to slaughter their prey and cut food.
The woman making clothes wants an iron knife to cut the leather.
Because the iron knife can not only cut the leather quickly, but the cut leather is also neat, and the fur on the edge is not easy to be worn away.
"Hey..."
Looking at the broken spicules, Xing sighed, then turned his eyes to the limp under the tree and Han Cheng's body.
If a needle is made out of iron, then it should be more useful to sew clothes in time...
"Bang...Bang"
The sharp shooter Junior Brother Sha drew out the feather arrow on the target, looked in front of him for a while, and put it back into the quiver made by folding the bark in half on his waist.
If the arrow is made of iron and mounted on the feather arrow, will it be more powerful?
Can this thickened target be shot through?
As he stroked the mark left on the target with his hand, Junior Brother Sha thought dreamily.
You can shoot through the target!
Thinking of the power of iron knives and axes, Junior Brother Sha clenched his fists hard.
It's just that there is too little iron in the tribe. After making four kinds of equipment, there is no surplus...
The appearance of ironware has broadened the horizons of the people of the Qingque tribe. Many people are looking forward to using iron to create more and better tools.
After an autumn rain, the weather turned cooler, and the Qingque tribe is not short of clothes now, and it is still possible to do it in one person and two.
So even people who like to show their muscles shirtlessly put on clothes honestly.
A fall is added to the three-volts. Similarly, the tail of the autumn tiger is equally unbearable.
As the weather cleared up, the temperature rose rapidly again, and the humid and warm water vapor mixed with the smell of mud, rising wave by wave.
Han Cheng, wearing straw sandals, stood on the edge of the field, looking at this piece of millet with his head drooping, and he couldn't help smiling.
Humility is a good quality. Those who are truly capable are generally humble. The most feared is the kind of dissatisfaction with one bottle and half-bottle shopping...
For example, the millet with heavy fruit hangs its head, and the dog's tail grass, which has grown for a little half a year and has not much harvest, is swaying in the autumn wind with its head upright, trying to attract the attention of Han Cheng standing on the edge of the ridge.
However, Han Cheng couldn't understand the customs, his eyes only fell on the heavy grain ear and the white snow girl next to him, and he refused to distract a little elsewhere.
Stepping on the edge of the ground with your feet is still very wet. It is not only difficult to come into the field, but it will also destroy the millet. More importantly, it is extremely difficult to carry out when the ground is plowed again after harvesting, because the ground is trampled on. Really.
Looking at the sun hanging in the sky, and then at the millet growing in the ground that has matured and has not yet reached its drop, Han Cheng still did not give an order to harvest.
Wait a minute, Qiuhuo is very good now, and he will do a lot of work until tomorrow. When the time comes, he will be fine.
The next day Han Cheng came to check on the moisture content, and it was exactly what he thought.
However, the anticipated harvest did not begin immediately.
Han Cheng, Wu, Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother and other members of the Qingque tribe, each carrying a polished stalk, walked carefully in the mature millet field.
From time to time, some millet will be chopped off and the heads won are placed in these heads.
Those who were beheaded were all growing stronger, and the ears of the grains were larger than normal.
According to the division method of the army, even if it is not an admiral, low-level officers such as Shi Long and Lieutenant can still be used for comparison.
Han Cheng still has the witches and the others, they can be regarded as the heads of the beheading officers among the thousands of horses...
Before the formal harvest, it is very necessary to pick out some corn with big ears in the field and store them separately.
To increase grain production, seeds, fertilizers, farming methods, and water conservancy are all crucial. Genetically modified and hybrid millet, which can make Han Cheng shit, he can't do it.
What we can do is to choose seeds, to survive the fittest, and to slowly cultivate good and high-yielding seeds.
Among the many factors that increase grain production, good seeds can be called internal factors.
Cultivating good next generations is something that the Qingque tribe has always been doing, whether it was rapeseed, rabbits, chickens, or millet now.
After about two acres of land were transferred ~EbookFREE.me~, standing at the ridge, carrying a stone sickle, a bone sickle sharpening knife, and Huohuo Tietou and others, according to Han Cheng's instructions, began to harvest.
The golden millet poles collided with each other, and under the combined action of the sickle and the palm, they made a croaking sound.
Sweat slipped from the cheeks and body, and the bronze-colored face and chest were set against the golden corn ears, which together formed a golden dream.
Plants of millet fell down, and after being tied into bundles, they were carried by a hook and carried to the cleared wheat field inside the tribe.
When the farming is busy, no one can be free.
Those women who were weak or had big belly and couldn't do heavy work untied the grains that had been picked up to the scene and spread them on the scene to prepare for the next step of threshing.
The weather has been good these few days, and God can’t help but take advantage of the good weather to knock down the harvested grain and put it in the house as soon as possible.
Otherwise, any small accident may cause half a year's hard work and hope to sink.
There are no minors in the tribe. They are walking around in the harvested cornfield, picking up the ears of corn that fell on the ground...
Twenty to thirty acres of land is not too much compared to the current population of the Qingque tribe.
With everyone working together, these grains were harvested in three days and transported to the barley field.
The balloons are often used by people who are familiar with the playing field to use wooden forks to slap the dried grain.
Booths, playing, starting, raising... After this series of events, a pile of millet was piled up on the scene.
These newly harvested grains cannot be stored directly. They need to be dried for a few days before they can be packed in large tanks.
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