After several autumn rains, all the winter wheat was sown and put into the fields. All the sugar cane in the sugar cane fields was cut back for sugar extraction.
The weather is getting colder and colder, and winter is coming unknowingly. After two light snows, even the river surface is not frozen, and the Winter Solstice is coming.
After dinner that day, Yao Hu stood up and said to everyone: "People of the Yaoshan tribe, I plan to pass on the position of leader to Xiao Qing on the Winter Solstice Festival."
The large and small teams of Mu Feng, Dashi and Bao all stood up and responded in unison: "Yes, leader!"
Yaohu had discussed with them a few days ago, and planned to pass the leadership position to Yao Xiaoqing on the Winter Solstice, and everyone unanimously agreed. That's why Yaohu talked about passing on the throne after the night meal today.
Yao Xiaoqing was stunned for a moment and stood up quickly, "Father, I'm still young. It's too early to take over your position."
Yao Hu looked at her with a smile, "It's not early, it's not early, you will change your name after taking over my position. Do you think that's right?"
Dashi and the others nodded, "Yes, it's the same as changing from a green shaman to a leader."
Yao Xiaoqing glared at Mu Feng and Jiang Li, "My father has already discussed this with you, and he didn't tell me anything."
"It's the same now that I know." Mu Feng looked at her with a smile, "My father wanted to say this last year."
Jiang Li smiled and said: "Uncle Tiger is afraid that you will run away again and not come back for a few months. Now that you are the leader, you will not be able to go out at will."
Yao Hu nodded happily and patted her shoulder, "I will leave it to you from now on. Father can walk around from now on."
Yao Xiaoqing bowed his head and said, "Yes, Father!"
Three days later, after the Winter Solstice sacrifice, Yao Hu put the leader's feather crown on Yao Xiaoqing's head, and Yao Xiaoqing officially took over as the leader of the Yaoshan tribe.
During the night celebration, Jiang Li took Mu Feng and the others to move the wine out of the cellar.
The cafeteria was full of people, and everyone watched as Yun Amu led a woman from the food team and placed a white, translucent cup in front of one person.
Yaohu asked Mufeng and the others to pour the wine into the big pot-bellied pottery bowl on the table. The scarlet wine came out and gave off a rich aroma.
"Xiao Qing said this is called wine and will make you dizzy after drinking it. Let's taste it today."
"Father, let me pour you some wine!" Yao Xiaoqing stood up and filled the glasses for Yao Hu. He looked at everyone and said, "Everyone sit down and fill up the glasses in front of you."
Mufeng shouted: "Okay, fill them all up."
All the wine in the jar was poured out, looking like he was pouring herbal tea.
Yao Xiaoqing raised his cup and said to Yao Hu: "Father, we wish the Yaoshan tribe better and better, and another good harvest next year."
Yao Hu also imitated Yao Xiaoqing and raised his cup, "Okay, our tribe is getting better and better, and next year will be another good harvest year!"
Jiang Li took the lead and shouted, "Our tribe is getting better and better, and next year will be another good harvest year!"
"Drink!" Yao Hu shouted.
Everyone raised their necks and poured the wine into their mouths. After a while, Yao Hu shook his head repeatedly, "Why is it astringent?"
Mufeng smacked his lips, "It tastes good without sugar, it's astringent~"
Yao Xiaoqing also didn’t think it tasted good, “I don’t think it tastes good either!”
Jiang Li smiled and nodded, "It tastes good, it's not that I can't drink it."
It seems that Jiang Li is the only one who can tolerate this smell.
Yun Amu smiled and said: "We still have canned sugar. Let's eat canned sugar. It will be sweet next year."
The children shouted happily, "Dam, let's move the candy cans."
"Come on!" Hua took Asen, Yaya and the others to the cellar to move all the candies over.
The canned sugar won unanimous praise from everyone, and Yao Xiaoqing’s wine was exclusively enjoyed by Jiang Li.
During winter, Jiang Li continued to teach everyone how to read, and the children in the tribe also started taking classes.
Winter turns to spring, and it’s time for spring sowing again.
The Yao Xiaoqing tribe selected a field specifically for cultivating and planting rice seedlings.
She raised the field height, soaked the rice fields with water, applied fertilizer, and leveled the rice fields. After the rice fields were leveled, she took out the bag of rice seeds, picked out the flat ones, exposed them to the sun, cooled them, and soaked them.
When the buds of the grain seeds are white, scatter the grain seeds evenly on the seedbed, sprinkle a layer of millet ash, and start preparing to harvest winter wheat.
A few days later, Yao Xiaoqing looked at the grain seeds again. Three or four leaves had grown. She found that the seedlings were growing well, but the stems were longer than those of later generations.
After more than half a month, all the winter wheat has been brought to the drying area. The seedlings have grown into a lush green patch. The leaves and slender stems of the seedlings have become taller, and they look somewhat similar to wild rice.
At first, everyone was very curious about the seeds scattered in the mud, and they were very happy when they saw seedlings growing like cattails.
Yao Xiaoqing tied the hemp rope to the wooden stick, divided the compartments, and started to pull out the seedlings. When she pulled out the seedlings, she saw the fibrous roots of the seedlings, with many root hairs, good root color, and no black and gray roots. She pulled it up with confidence.
Shan Amu and the others had never planted seedlings before, so Yao Xiaoqing taught them to use the index and middle fingers of their right hands to grasp the roots of the seedlings, with the palms of their hands facing the seedlings, and then insert the seedlings downward into the soil along the roots.
Those seedlings were planted in less than an acre of land. Shan and Amu were all good at work, and they were all planted in the field in less than half a day. They also applied green fertilizer once more.
The next day, Shan Amu came to Yao Xiaoqing anxiously and said, "Xiao Qing, the leaves of the seedlings in the field are starting to turn yellow as if they were beaten by frost. Are they all dead?"
Yao Xiaoqing was so frightened that her heart skipped a beat, and she reacted after a moment, "Amu, after the seedlings were pulled out once and replanted, the root system was damaged. It will take six or seven days for the damaged root system to repair and sprout new shoots."
Shan'am breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest, "I was scared to death. It took so much effort to find it, but what if they are all dead?"
Yao Xiaoqing smiled and patted her shoulder, "Don't worry, we'll go take a look in a few days. Then we'll just pull out the weeds inside."
"Okay!" Shan Ammu left with confidence.
Six or seven days passed in a flash. New roots sprouted from the damaged root system, and the seedlings in the field began to turn green. Shan Amu's anxious heart was finally relieved.
After more than ten days, the seedlings began to tiller and joint, and Yao Xiaoqing led others to fertilize again. She found that the tillers of these seedlings were quite good, but the roots were somewhat scattered, and they were somewhat similar to the shape of wild rice.
Half a month later, Yao Xiaoqing discovered that these rice seedlings were indeed much taller than those of later generations, already as tall as the rice heading stage. She felt that these rice seedlings had not yet evolved and matured and needed to be optimized for a long time.
In late July, the rice began to ear, and the rice had grown to a height of one to four to five meters.
Yao Xiaoqing led the team to apply fertilizer for the last time. Fertilizer should not be applied during the heading and grain-filling period. Otherwise, the rice would be green, late-ripening, the seed-setting rate would be reduced, and the chance of lodging would increase.
Nearly a month passed in a flash, and Yao Xiaoqing arrived at the rice field. After looking around, she felt disappointed when she looked at the ears of rice after they were eared and filled.
The largest number of grains on an ear is only more than 20 grains, and the smallest number is only a dozen grains. It will take her two years to realize her wish to eat white rice.
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