The uncle named Gen from the Sishan tribe brought a bundle of firewood over and said to her solemnly: "Qingsha, when you go back, we will remember to add more firewood for the fire."
Seeing their reserved looks, Yao Xiaoqing looked up at the sky, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll leave this place to you. I'll seal the kiln before dark."
"Okay, okay!" Gen kept nodding his head in response.
Yao Xiaoqing came out from under the bamboo shed and walked toward the kudzu root with an engineering shovel. He saw that the pressed vines were still growing green, so it seemed that they had been planted.
Returning to the open space at the foot of the mountain, she stood there and looked toward the pond. Yao Xiaoqing estimated that it was three to four hundred meters away. She walked down from the foot of the mountain with the engineering shovel, and found that the farther she walked toward the river,
The lower the terrain.
I also found that in the areas washed away during the flood season, small shrubs, weeds, and vines grew out.
Big trees grow where the river cannot submerge.
Reserve the land that will be flooded when the flood season comes, and also reserve the land that will be flooded when a rare big flood comes. Yao Xiaoqing thought while retreating, retreated to an area full of big trees, and then retreated
After walking a few hundred steps, I stood there and looked down. I felt that the terrain was quite high, so I decided to build the wall from the foot of the mountain to here.
I picked up the engineer shovel and dug a hole in the ground, leaving a mark. As I walked up, I looked at the open space next to me, thinking that I had to go to the forest to find some fruit trees to plant. There were also those big trees that had to be cut down to save the money.
Leave a hiding place for the enemy.
Enclosing the designated area, there are at least five to six hundred acres of land. With the current population and output, at least one hundred acres of land must be cultivated to have enough food. If you want to store food, you must cultivate more land.
Yao Xiaoqing was worried in her heart, where can she find seeds to plant one or two hundred acres of land? It’s difficult! It’s too difficult.
Yaohu and Dashi came over carrying stones. When they saw her digging a hole with a shovel, they smiled and asked, "Xiaoqing, what are you doing digging a hole here?"
Yao Xiaoqing raised his head and looked at the two of them, "Father, Uncle Dashi, I will leave a mark on the place to be fenced."
Yao Hu looked around and said, "Are you going to start building the wall from here?"
"Yes, from here to the foot of the mountain and the pond over there, everything is surrounded." Yao Xiaoqing pointed to the pond.
Dashi looked along her hand, shook his head and said, "How long will it take to build such a wide area? We definitely don't have enough stones to pick up."
Yao Xiaoqing felt that although their hands-on skills were pretty good, it was their first time building a wall, so they probably shouldn't expect to finish it in a short time. But for long-term stability, no matter how much energy they put in, it was worth it.
"Well! First dig the foundation and build the wall, and then build the house. With the manpower you have left, and the four of them, Uncle Shui and Uncle Chong, I'm afraid it won't be until the end of the summer that this area can be completed."
Yaohu thought for a moment and said, "Let me see it this way! Dashi, you go hunting with Shan, Xiongniu, and Mufeng tomorrow, and next time I will go hunting with Shan and the others. In this way, if someone comes to the house, there will be people at home, and we can quickly catch them."
The walls and houses are built."
"Okay, just follow what the leader said," Dashi thought of another thing as he said it. He looked at Yaohu and said, "Then do we have to come back to collect salt rocks?"
Yaohu understood what Dashi meant, thought for a moment, and said: "You can just go pick it up. Don't tell Muba where the salt stones are. Logically speaking, Muba and Zhao are willing to work with us to deal with the Shenmu tribe, and they are also willing to work with us to deal with the Shenmu tribe."
We swore that we shouldn't hide it from them. But I heard from Shan'am that their big Amu and Muya don't seem like people who would stay in the tribe with peace of mind. I'm afraid they will do something bad."
Dashi nodded and said, "I also heard my mother say that those women were very neat at work, and that Mu Ya couldn't even tell the difference between wild vegetables and wild grass, and refused to listen to others."
"Let's see some more days!" Yao Hu said to Yao Xiaoqing: "Next time you cook salt rocks, choose a day when they are not around."
"Okay." Yao Xiaoqing originally thought that Yaohu would have no reservations about Muba and the others. Seeing that he was guarding against them, she also agreed with Yaohu's approach. In this world, salty salt is like a peerless treasure in future generations.
Greed can arise, and the last thing you can't gamble on is the human heart.
The three of them discussed it, and Yao Xiaoqing turned around and walked back, went to the mountain to carry two sacks of plant ashes, and walked to the vegetable field. They saw Shanmu and the others came out within less than a minute of driving.
The soil in the river valley was soft. In later generations, even if there were no oxen and plowshares, four people would work, and if they had hoes or rakes, they would be able to produce at least one or two points of land in two hours.
Without the farm tools at your fingertips, you will have to spend more time clearing the land.
"Xiaoqing, why are you carrying two bags of ashes?" Shan Amu asked.
"I want to sprinkle some plant ash on the millet seedlings, beans, and taro."
"Oh!" Shan'am put down the wooden shovel, "I'll go with you."
Untying the rope tied to the fence door, Shan Amu saw the pumpkin seedlings at a glance, "Xiao Qing, are these the seeds given to you by the gods?"
"Well! I was worried that it wouldn't grow, but I didn't expect it to grow well." Yao Xiaoqing pulled out the weeds under the pumpkin seedlings.
"How can the seeds given by the gods be bad?" Shan Ammu smiled optimistically and squatted down to pull weeds together.
There are many small round leaves of grass and wheat straw growing inside the millet seedlings. If you dig the roots of the weeds and dig lightly, the weeds will be uprooted without bringing out the millet seedlings.
Shan Amu followed Yao Xiaoqing and learned how to weed. People who often work have very good eyesight. He learned how to weed after watching it twice.
It took the two of them more than half an hour to pull out all the grass in the soybean and millet seedlings. Yao Xiaoqing carried a dustpan and spread plant ash, while Shan Amu continued to weed the taro field.
It took two trips to sprinkle plant ash on all the young seedlings. The two closed the fence door. Yao Xiaoqing thought of the wild garlic dug at the foot of the mountain and said to Shan Amu: "Amu, when you go back to make food, put the wild garlic
Cut off the head and we will plant it in the newly planted ground tomorrow."
Shan'am nodded, "Okay, you put the bag here and I will take it back."
Yao Xiaoqing responded and went to the pond. He saw that the adobe bricks laid on the shells had burned orange and asked Genbo not to add more firewood to the fire.
Genbo nodded in agreement, walked to the clay pile without saying a word, and continued making adobe bricks.
Yao Xiaoqing waited for the fire in the fire chamber to extinguish, sealed the kiln mouth with clay, checked the adobe bricks, and saw that the moisture in the adobe bricks drying in the bamboo shed had dried, and said to them: "Genbo, you guys put them
Put up earthen bricks to dry the water vapor so that the shed won't have to be opened for drying."
"Yes!" The two agreed and started laying bricks.
Yao Xiaoqing came out of the bamboo shed and saw Mu Feng and Pig walking over carrying baskets on their backs.
I saw that their backpacks were filled to the brim with yams and kudzu root.
"Brother, why did you come back? Have you finished carrying the dug kudzu and yams?"
Mufeng took a breath and said with a smile: "The taro hasn't been dug up yet! I still need to make two trips to carry the yam and kudzu root."
"Xiaoqing, the kudzu and yam grow thickly in that place. The two of us buried the old roots we dug up back in the soil, otherwise they would have come back long ago." He said with a smile.