The book says that sweet potatoes are also called sweet potatoes because they were introduced from the area where the foreign devils lived. In the village, they are called red sweet potatoes because they are similar to sweet potatoes, that is, yams. Sweet potatoes are the main feeder for pigs in the village and are also used to make food.
Starch was grown in almost every household to satisfy hunger during times of famine. Zhang Heng naturally knew how to cultivate seedlings.
"Sweet, sweet~~!" Wu chanted repeatedly.
Seeing this, Zhang Heng thought for a while and simply asked everyone to stop first. Everyone cut off a small piece and did not dare to cut more. He only has a dozen or so on hand now. If he really can't withstand the time in space when he goes out,
Time passed, and he didn't plan to stay in the space for a long time this time, because he had to ensure that he had enough sleep. In reality, he had to go to an interview early tomorrow morning.
"King, good harvest, sweet!" The taste of sweet potatoes won everyone's cheers.
When thinking about sweetness, Zhang Heng suddenly remembered that he should bring some white sugar to the primitive people. In the past, when visiting relatives in the village, he would give two packets of white sugar, which the old people would use to mix with water. Although he did not participate in the school sports meeting, he did see those games.
After finishing the meal, the students all had to drink sugar water, which was said to replenish carbohydrates. Although Zhang Heng didn't understand it very well, there was nothing wrong with supplementing the body with sweetness occasionally.
He nodded and stopped thinking too much. He greeted everyone and continued to work. After a while, he saw that there were too many people, so he simply called some people to the side and started digging holes. As for the effect, it was really impossible to explain, so Zhang Heng had to demonstrate it himself.
, peed in public~~ peed into the pit!
"This is called a manure pit. From now on, it will be excreted in the manure pit and used to water the sweet potato seedlings..." It doesn't matter whether the witch can understand it or not, Zhang Heng explained it in detail anyway!
At noon, this time Zhang Heng confidently asked Ba to start grilling meat, and shamelessly explained to the witch that he had to replenish his strength after working. However, in the end, the primitive people ate very little, but Zhang Heng only ate seven percent full before he stopped.
Eat.
In the afternoon, he asked everyone to continue working. The cave was facing the east, the direction of the sunrise. Zhang Heng patiently explained to Wu the meaning of morning, morning, noon, afternoon, evening, and night. He also said the word moon at the same time.
"Sun, early morning, morning..." Wu kept muttering repeatedly throughout the afternoon, and started carving on the stone wall again.
Zhang Heng smiled with satisfaction, and then led everyone to start kneading the soil. Although the pile of dozens of square meters was soft, it was not delicate enough. If you had a hoe, you could dig and pound it finely, but now you can only use it.
hand.
Fortunately, the palms of primitive people were quite rough, so it was effortless to pick up the soil. There were more than 40 people in the Spring tribe including children, so the labor force was completely sufficient.
"Yes, that's it, crush the soil finely and smash it into pieces!" Zhang Heng greeted as he followed suit.
By the afternoon, this piece of soil was all finely kneaded, but Zhang Heng always felt that something was wrong. As evening came, it was time for the Spring Tribe to eat, so he had to put his thoughts aside and eat well!
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The next morning, Zhang Heng finally realized that it was because the land was too flat, which was not suitable for cultivating sweet potato seedlings, because sweet potatoes would rot if soaked in water. He quickly called on everyone to start moving soil, and brought soil from another place with his hands.
Although it is a stupid method, it is very efficient.
By noon, the height of the land was nearly ten centimeters higher than the flat surface. After thinking about it, Zhang Heng divided the land of about fifty square meters into several pieces, digging ditches in the middle to distinguish them, and ditches on the outside.
This is used for drainage. If it rains, the rainwater will flow out along the ditch to avoid soaking the sweet potatoes.
After finishing these tasks, Zhang Heng patted the dirt on his hands with satisfaction, and suddenly shouted sheepishly: "Everyone has it. Now come over and pee. Well, just follow me."
As he spoke, Zhang Heng peed again in full view of the public, and sprinkled it on the ground. As soon as he was done, he quickly covered the key parts with animal skins, explained it to the witch, then hid his face and went into the cave. He was also happy.
, when did he become so thick-skinned, and peed in public several times...
When I went out to look at it in the evening, my dear, as expected, there are more people and more excretion. Fertilizer and water will not flow to other people's fields. We can't continue. If we continue, the land will turn into a cesspool. At this time, the large cesspit next to it has been dug. There is nothing we can do.
, so I had to demonstrate it in public again, so that the witch could understand that from now on, he could only excrete in the cesspit and then sit down!
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It was another early morning, and Zhang Heng planned to go out. Because the land needed some sunshine, he would not plant sweet potatoes in the ground for the time being. In addition, there was no film in the original space, which was the plastic transparent film used in the village to cover the seed fields and maintain temperature.
Although there is no film available, substitutes can be found. This is also the old method in the village, which is to cover the seed ground with pine needles. The effect is almost the same as using a film. Zhang Heng had not paid attention to whether there were pine trees in the forest before, but he was not worried.
No, just find similar coniferous trees.
Thinking of this, he roared: "Ba, let's go into the forest with me. Well, let's go to Cuckoo's place first." Although he had more confidence in his own fighting power, to be on the safe side, he still called Cuckoo and the others.
It's better to go up, otherwise it will be a tragedy if you encounter a herd of beasts.
"Woo, Cuckoo~~!" Ba followed and roared.
In this way, Zhang Heng hung two pig-killing knives on his waist, held a pig-knife and spear in his hand, and set off with Ba carrying a pair of axes. Fortunately, the journey to Chun tribe was not too far. It would take about two hours to get there. Zhang Heng
He simply ran.
Gradually, the previous thoughts were confirmed. In terms of running, Ba was not as fast as him. However, Zhang Heng did not dare to run ahead by himself now. If he encountered a herd of beasts, he would be doomed.
Adjusting his breathing, he ran forward at the same speed as Ba. His sense of direction was pretty good. He should be able to find his way back to the Cuckoo tribe by himself, but before he dared to go out alone, his exercise
The results are just a showpiece, and they still need to be baptized by the blood of battle!
"King, ah woo~~!" It was Cuckoo's voice.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Heng responded happily: "Cuckoo, I'm back, the king is back!"
"Wang, ah woo!" The voice came closer. Unexpectedly, Cugu and others were also coming this way along the road. Eight men were there. As for their height, Zhang Heng found that Cugu and others had grown a little taller...
"King, wuwu~~!" Cuckoo and others whined as they approached, their eyes full of joy.
Zhang Heng was also in a good mood. He stepped forward and patted the eight men on the shoulders one by one. As he got closer, he felt that Cugu and the others had grown a little taller. Suddenly, the bold idea came to him again, "Are Cugu and the others still only half-grown?"
Is the child's height the normal condition of primitive men? Is it because he entered the primitive space, and as a result, the growth rate of primitive men also slowed down?"
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