The roar of the primitive crowd continued. Zhang Heng watched for a moment and then went to the cave first. The bearded man followed, silent!
Zhang Heng looked at Big Beard, as if he saw another version of himself. Of course, this only refers to his personality. This time he also specially prepared a gift for Big Beard, but he kept it in the Xia tribe and would take it out later.
Instead of rushing to the seedling field, we entered the cave first and opened the snakeskin bag that the bearded man carried over. The so-called snakeskin bag is a bag containing fertilizer and feed. The material is shaped like snake scales, so it is called a snakeskin bag. The villagers
Every household has it.
There are seven sickles, four hoes, three large axes, and five aluminum pots in the pocket. The aluminum pots are of different sizes and overlap so that they do not take up any space in the pocket. There is also a piece of salt, which is prepared for the Spring tribe.
The things in Xia tribe’s bag are richer.
At first, Zhang Heng was worried that the salt bags would pollute the environment. The rivers in his mountain village had been indirectly polluted by plastic bags. As a result, primitive people regarded the green salt bags as treasures, or tied the bags with rattan like plums.
Either on the body or piled up solemnly.
Wu collected all the salt bags and placed them neatly on the stone platform. As for the outer packaging, it was in a paper shell, which would not cause pollution!
In the village, sickles are used to cut pig grass and saw-toothed sickles are used to cut rice. The hoe chosen is a hoe used for digging fields. It is more than 20 centimeters wide and very heavy. Only strong men can use it. However, the hoe stick needs to be sharpened to connect it, and the ax head also needs to be sharpened.
stick.
After counting for a moment, Zhang Heng took a sickle and went out. He felt like he was in the fields in his hometown village.
"King!" The bearded man suddenly said, pointing excitedly at the sickle in his hand.
Zhang Heng said with a smile: "This doesn't work, it can't be used as a weapon!" The sickle really doesn't work, it's too weak.
Without much explanation, when I arrived at the seedling field, I quickly pecked open the roots of a plant, revealing white tubers. This was different from what I had imagined before. It was not fist-shaped, but grew into rows, with ten
It is about three centimeters long, like ginger, with several tuber fruits connected together, and the old tuber is connected with the tuber of the next plant, which is similar to the roots of bamboo, connected in pieces.
Zhang Heng cut off the joint and took out a tuber. There were three tubers growing at the same time. They weighed more than a kilogram. They were not as big as sweet potatoes, but they did not take up land and could grow densely. There was no need to specially cultivate seedlings for transplanting.
The advantages are still obvious, but I don’t know how it tastes.
I pinched it with my fingernails. It was very tender, with more moisture than sweet potatoes. It smelled like grass, but Zhang Heng didn't dare to eat it rashly. He thought about it and put it in the cave for the time being. He would seize the time to kill the tiger in the afternoon.
It's been dealt with.
When they reached the land below, the roars of the two tribes finally stopped. Yan spoke out the syllables. More than half of the men from the Kui tribe were gone. Zhang Heng looked at the remaining men and found that their bodies were cleaner and their eyes were clearer.
Maybe Yan thinks these men are smarter.
Looking at the remaining firewood ash after the fire was extinguished, Zhang Heng suddenly slapped his forehead and almost forgot a rather simple farming method. He had thought planting was too complicated before, but it could actually be simpler.
The village usually burns the dried rice straw on the spot in the field. When clearing land for private use, the cut grass is also gathered together and burned in the land. Grass ash is a very good fertilizer. Although he had thought of it before, he had not.
To make use of it, Mr. Lu Xun wrote in Juvenile Runtu that when he returned to his hometown, a woman secretly took away many bowls of grass ash from his house to use as fertilizer.
When cultivating potatoes in the village, they need to cut the potatoes into wedges and then spit grass ash into the cut area. This can promote germination. Grass ash is also used in some crops, which will save money on fertilizers.
Zhang Heng certainly doesn’t want to grow potatoes now, because the yield of potatoes is actually not high, and they cannot be eaten raw. Although potatoes contain starch, sweet potatoes actually have more starch. However, sweet potatoes are not as delicious as potatoes, but the yield is higher than potatoes.
Many times. In addition, potato seedlings have no effect and pigs do not eat them. They cannot be compared with sweet potato vines.
Shaking his head, Zhang Heng pulled back his thoughts and called the two witches out of the animal pen. There was a large open space outside, with only the roots of trees left. The rest of the ground was covered with weeds and was almost withered.
, but most suitable for burning.
"Come with me and pull up the grass on the outside first." Although the weather was good today and there was no wind, he had to think about the forest fires he didn't want to see when there was wind in the future.
"Grass!" Wu said excitedly.
Zhang Heng smiled and said: "Yes, it's just pulling weeds and cultivating the land, but this is different from last time." Without further explanation, he asked everyone to start work. A dozen men from the Kui tribe quickly learned the lesson and followed Zhang Heng's instructions.
Pull up the grass in the direction.
Zhang Heng, however, took the two witches and drew a circle on the ground. Then he pointed to the edge of the circle and said, "There is land inside and grass outside. We need to pull out the grass outside the land..."
The two witches nodded excitedly from time to time, not sure if they really understood.
With more people and greater strength, the grass outside was quickly pulled out. Zhang Heng asked everyone to pile the hay onto the wooden piles left after felling, and asked the women of the Spring tribe to bring some dry firewood. The primitive people already had
The habit of stacking firewood means that there is enough firewood stored all year round.
"Burn, burn the fire!" Zhang Heng roared, first raising the fire stick and lighting a wooden pile fire.
"Fire!" "Fire!" the two witches roared loudly.
The effect was obvious. The primitive people took action one after another, lighting fires one after another, and the weeds that were not pulled out were also ignited. Zhang Heng roared loudly and asked everyone to get out. At this time, thick smoke was already billowing, and it was impossible to stay inside.
Even if you are burned, you will be fainted!
"King!" the witch spat out the syllables.
Zhang Heng nodded, but did not respond. He quietly watched the flames burning, the smoke drifting into the forest, countless birds flying around, even the birds of prey circling in the sky flew away, and the roars of wild beasts became louder and louder.
Coming farther and farther, flames can make animals instinctively fear...
It didn't take long for the weeds to burn out, but the wood piles were still burning, and they could burn for a long time. There was resin in the piles, and it would flow out as soon as it was roasted by the firewood above, and then it would burn. If
Pine trees can burn for a long time, even for several hours without going out.
Zhang Heng ignored the burning stakes and called two witches to the outside. He squatted down and pinched a handful of grass ashes, looked at them, nodded with satisfaction, and then touched the land. It was slightly warm, but it was still not enough.
Still very hard.
After the rice straw in the farmland is burned, the land in the field will become soft, which will save a lot of effort when the cattle plow the field.
Thinking of this, he roared: "Firewood, bring more firewood over here."
Soon another fire was burning in front of him. This time it was not just weeds, but also branches, which were saved from the construction of the fence.
Half an hour later, the fire was extinguished. Zhang Heng dug his fingers into the soil, smiled with satisfaction, and roared loudly: "Witch, come and take a look, see clearly."
As he spoke, he grabbed a handful of dirt, which was simply impossible before burning it.
"King!" Wu excitedly grabbed a handful of dirt.
But Yan's eyes were full of doubts, Zhang Heng said with a smile: "After burning, the soil will become soft, and you can turn the soil easily. Only after turning the soil can you plant sweet potatoes, grow sweet potatoes!"
"Sweet potato!" Yan's eyes were still full of confusion.
Although Zhang Heng was more patient, he didn't want to repeat the same thing, so he roared: "Witch, teach Yan to plow the soil and grow sweet potatoes." Fortunately, the witch understood what he meant after a while.
Seeing the two old men chattering excitedly, Zhang Heng's thoughts drifted away. In this way, by burning the weeds and remaining wood roots, not only can it be easier to turn over the soil for planting, but the burned ashes will become a natural fertilizer for the land.
There is no need for a hoe or a sickle. He hopes that the sweet potato will be popularized by the two witches, so that more primitive tribes can plant sweet potatoes and avoid the difficulty of not having food in winter.
"Tribe, there will be more tribes in the future, more big tribes, and what does he want?" Zhang Heng was confused for a moment. This kind of confusion had never happened before, and he recovered after a while.
Come here, now that he has money, his family's life will get better and better, he can go to college later, and he has this original space, his future is bright, and the so-called confusion should not happen...
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