Chapter 345: The same thing, different joy

This is not to say how well developed the Qingque tribe is and how advanced the productivity is, which can be compared with the feudal period.
It's because the Qingque tribe has a small population and is easy to handle. As long as changes are made in certain aspects, immediate results can be seen.
The feudal kingdom is different.
When the territory of a country is large enough and the population is large enough, the things it encounters will become strange, and all kinds of things will be overwhelmed.
Especially when natural disasters and man-made disasters collide together, thousands of miles away from the ground, eating for children, bare bones exposed in the wild, and thousands of miles without cock...... These unbearable things will really happen.
From this perspective, people in the feudal dynasty do not necessarily have a higher happiness index than those in their own tribe, otherwise the poet Wudoumi would not imagine an isolated peach blossom field.
Of course, except for those privileged class needs.
Sure enough, when I think about it, it's more than the best...
"God, eat millet at noon..."
Wu Wu came over with some shelled grains in his palms, and said with joy.
Han Cheng closed his thoughts and stopped thinking about these things.
Whether the feudal dynasty is good or not, it is very far away from him and the Qingque tribe. It is also a lifetime series. It is useless to think too much.
Just take every step steadily.
Be happy when you should be happy, and celebrate when you should celebrate. Too much thinking and worrying too much will make life lose its color.
"Eat millet dry rice!"
Han Cheng stood up, after taking a breath, looked at Wu and the others and laughed loudly.
"I will cook by myself at noon!"
He added.
People who were thrilled when they heard eating dry rice became even more excited after hearing Han Cheng's words.
They have a deep understanding of the craftsmanship of the gods.
Under Han Cheng's arrangement, someone began to get two jars of dried grains out of the yard, picked up a wooden stick, and started pounding millet.
Mason Wood has not been idle for this period of time. Under Han Cheng's arrangement, he has been competing with a big stone, using another stone to slowly dig out a cone-shaped stone pit.
This stone pit is used to pound millet.
The stone pit where the Qingque Tribe Cave was originally used to smash the loquat was too small to hold two or two grains at a time, and if you were not careful, there would be grains splashing out of the pit.
It is not only inefficient but also very inconvenient to use for pounding rice.
So before Han Cheng started harvesting the millet, he let the wood start to chisel a new mortar for pounding rice.
Others in the tribe couldn't think of this, but he, the leader of the house, couldn't ignore it.
No, now this newly drilled mortar comes in handy.
This mortar can hold two kilograms of shelled millet at a time, and it is scooped up with a wooden stick, and it does not splash out much. Compared with the previous one, the efficiency is not one or two points.
"Bang bang bang..."
"Swipe..."
The muscles on the big brother's arm bulge and stretch, and the wooden stick rises and falls, and the shell of the millet inside the stone mortar is squeezed out, revealing the yellow and orange fruit inside.
The pounded rice was taken out of the stone mortar and put into the dustpan. The balloon held the dustpan carefully for a while, and the chaff inside flew away, leaving only the yellow millet inside.
Grinding rice is a new thing, and many people in the tribe are very willing to do it. It can be described as scrambled.
When Han Cheng saw this scene, he just smiled and didn't speak.
He knows that it is not easy to pound rice, otherwise the pre-Qin period would not treat pounding rice as a punishment.
These people in the tribe are only fresh for a while. When the number of time millet increases and pounding rice becomes a daily thing to do, they will no longer be as active and enthusiastic as they are today...
The sultry scent wandered back and forth in the Qingque tribe. The yellow dried millet rice was piled with fragrant meat dishes. You don't need to eat it. Just looking at it and smelling it is enough to make people feel refreshed.
People who have eaten dry rice with millet before are better. Those who joined the original bone tribe this year don't know how to describe their feelings.
All they can do is to gobble up the food in the bowl and pull it into their mouths, not wanting to say a word, for fear of delaying time.
Everyone feels that all the hard work before is worth it.
That's it, it's really hard to give, but when you get results, all the hard work will turn into a knowing smile.
While the people of the Qingque tribe were content to taste the food, the people of the green tribe also set off with full of joy.
The things that the two tribes rejoice are the same, they are things that look like dog tails.
The difference is that the people of the Qingque tribe tasted delicious food and saw the hope of the tribe becoming stronger.
The people of the Green Tribe are complacent about the fact that they can exchange such unpalatable grass spikes for pottery and some soft hats and gloves.
They do have reasons to be complacent. After all, the surrounding tribes want to exchange for things from that rich tribe. All they can use is precious food and animal skins that can keep warm, but they only need other food. Weed spikes that will not be eaten.
"￥@￥!"
The leader of the Green Tribe greeted him and left the tribe with the people carrying wild grass spikes, and headed towards the wealthy, generous and powerful Qingque tribe.
Based on the experience of previous exchanges, the wild grass spikes I brought this time can not only allow the tribesmen to hold a pottery bowl, but also exchange them for a large cooking tank.
Thinking of the people in his tribe and eating with a pottery bowl alone, the leader of the green tribe couldn’t help being happy from the inside out. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com was full of strength all over, and he couldn’t wait to run away. Go to that tribe and exchange all their pottery.
He walked forward, reached out and touched the ears of weeds on his shoulders, and then looked back at the tribesmen dressed like him, with even greater smiles on his faces.
The people of that tribe must have never imagined that they could bring so many weed ears.
When they see themselves, they will be very surprised.
Thinking of this, the leader of the Green Tribe is even more looking forward to the upcoming Blue Sparrow Tribe.
As for the safety of the tribe, he is not very worried. This is the season when food is abundant, and generally no one will attack other tribes.
Among the neighboring tribes, the bone tribe, which is the most powerful and loves to attack others, has been destroyed, and the wealthy blue sparrow tribe has also promised that as long as its tribe does not take the initiative to attack, it will not attack...
Even if a tribe comes in, he doesn't worry much, because he has already made arrangements and arrangements near the entrance of the cave, imitating the wall of the Qingque tribe. ()