Chapter 41: Breeding Sweet Potatoes and Sweet Potatoes
As expected, he would appear from wherever he disappeared. This is the Spring Tribe, and the weather is spring, and another cold winter has passed. The sudden expansion of power made Zhang Heng unable to help but roar up to the sky. Compared with the outside,
This body is so strong. It feels really good to shake my long hair.
After putting down the salt, I calmed down and looked at the situation in the cave. There was almost no change. Ba was not in the cave, so he probably went out.
"King, Sun~~!" Wu suddenly took the lead and knelt down to him.
Zhang Heng was a little confused. Why was his name always associated with "the sun"?
Only then did everyone get up.
"Witch, this is salt, given to you." Zhang Heng said aloud, without waiting for Wu's response, he looked carefully in the cave and found that it was much better than expected. There were many shriveled fruits piled on the stone platform.
It should be stored in winter. It seems that the food of the Spring Tribe is quite sufficient this winter.
Several jars also showed signs of regular use, and there were two more wooden sticks beside them. Although there was only one with meat hanging on it, it was obvious that at most three could be hung on it. It seemed that there was a lot more meat than before.
There were more messy things near Wu's thatched bunk, and there were also some carvings on the stone slabs and walls. After looking at them for a while, I couldn't tell what they meant, so I stopped looking at them any more.
After thinking for a while, he said: "Wu, I'll go back for a while and come back later."
After saying that there was no need to delay, the space came out immediately. In reality, he quickly picked up the belt and hung two holstered butcher knives on it. The book said that only weapons that are frequently used will be more suitable for him, so he
I plan to bring two butcher knives into the space for use. It would be best to see blood...
I found another bag, put some vegetable seeds and some sweet potatoes in it, then lay on the bed, pulled up the quilt and fell asleep quickly while staring at the ring.
"King, ah woo~~!" came Ba's voice.
Zhang Heng shook his head. He was still not used to the rapid passage of time. When he saw the situation, he said cheerfully: "Ba, today is good, I caught the prey."
"King, good harvest!" Ba roared, and then went to chop the meat. As expected, Zhang Heng got another piece of thigh meat. He guessed that the hind thigh meat should be the best meat for primitive people.
The belt was put on his waist, and there were butcher knives on the left and right sides. This made Zhang Heng feel like he was a hero now. The feeling of his childhood dream came to him spontaneously, and he felt indescribably comfortable.
Due to the weather, I might not have time to go to Cuckoo today. After eating, Zhang Heng was not in a hurry to worry about the vegetable seeds. He first picked up two butcher knives and practiced for a while. He felt that they were much better than outside.
, the pig knife still uses its arms and hands, and it can react and hit the desired position no matter how it stabs the body.
Then, of course, I had another sparring session with Ba. Although it was fake, he enjoyed it and felt much better than the last time in space. Maybe this is the combination of work and rest mentioned in the book. It is always bitter.
Practicing will only achieve twice the result with half the effort!
That night, Zhang Heng fell asleep again amidst the roars of wild beasts, but he didn't fall asleep immediately. He thought about the situation of primitive children. Sure enough, after a winter, he still couldn't walk and could only crawl around. He looked at it.
, there should be nothing wrong with the body, but there is no strength in the legs to support him to stand up. I don’t know how the child Xia came to be. If calculated according to time, it has been two years since he first met Xia, and in reality, children generally
It’s so strange that you can walk at the age of 10!
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In the early morning, Zhang Heng thought for a while and took out a dozen sweet potatoes without touching the other seeds. Then he called the wizard and started working together. Ba also followed. He did not go out today. Zhang Heng searched outside the cave for a while.
, I chose a place not far from the place of excretion, and I planned to try to cultivate sweet potatoes.
Zhang Heng had no idea how to keep the primitive people fed. He simply followed the village method and cultivated sweet potatoes. Sweet potatoes were high-yield. As long as they were planted, they would not go hungry.
"These are sweet potatoes. They are edible. We are planting sweet potatoes now. Once we plant them, we can get more sweet potatoes..." Regardless of whether Wu could understand or not, Zhang Heng spoke patiently.
The reason why he chose to cultivate sweet potatoes in the Spring Tribe first was because the witch's wisdom was the highest he had ever seen in the primitive space. If the witch couldn't understand it, then he would probably have to give up the idea, and the witch was also a very good person.
As a disseminator, it should be easier to teach Cuckoo and Mei after the Witchcraft Society.
"Sweet potato..." Wu continued to chant, but he couldn't repeat all Zhang Heng's words just now, but he could just grasp the key points.
Zhang Heng was about to start work when he realized that there was no hoe. He was immediately upset. There were hoes for sale in the market, but he didn't think about it at the time and forgot to buy it. It was too late to go out now.
He waved his hand, stopped to think for a moment, and then simply roared: "Ba, call everyone out and do it together."
As he spoke, he took some sticks and chopped them into the land. The land was not big, only a few dozen square meters, but it was enough to cultivate sweet potato seedlings.
"King, ah woo~~!" Ba roared out the syllables, and soon everyone in the cave came out, even the children crawled out.
Wu followed the syllables and pointed at Zhang Heng's movements. Soon everyone found wooden sticks and started chopping up the land...
Cultivating sweet potatoes is easy to say, but it is indeed difficult for primitive people. Just plowing the land is very difficult. Because there are no hoes and shovels, all Zhang Heng can think of for the time being is wooden sticks. Fortunately, it didn't take a while.
, Zhang Heng showed a smile, the endurance and strength of primitive people are definitely not comparable to him.
He didn't stop, and everyone was chopping the land like crazy and tirelessly. Even the children were lying on the side and working together. Labor equals food. Maybe this is the idea of primitive people.
"King, sweet potato!" Wu said the syllables and pointed to the front.
Zhang Heng smiled and said: "Yes, sweet potatoes." Then he thought again, there are about ten sweet potatoes and they are not valuable, so he just took one first, quickly took out the butcher's knife and cut off a piece, handed it to Wu and said, "Eat.
How about trying the taste of sweet potatoes?"
Wu didn't hesitate at all. He took the sweet potato slices and put them into his mouth. After chewing for a while, his eyes widened, "Woo~~~!" Wu pointed at Zhang Heng's hand, then in his mouth, and then
Pointing to his chest, "Woo, eat, okay~~eat!"
Wu actually even said the word "delicious". Zhang Heng nodded. Although he had said the word "delicious" before, he didn't expect Wu to actually understand the meaning of this word. Looking at Wu's movements, he also understood.
After a while, he said cheerfully: "Sweet potatoes, sweet, delicious, sweet..."
"Sweet~~delicious!" Wu's eyes were filled with excitement.
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