Chapter 1022: Returning the Fish in the Fragrance of Rice (2 in 1)
Holding this rice grain in his hand, which was obviously much larger than the previous rice grains, Han Chengle couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.
Such changes are not obvious just on one grain or several bags of rice.
But if you put it on these large tracts of rice fields, you will know how gratifying this change is!
The air is fresh in the morning, and the morning fog has not completely dispersed.
Some orange light and shadow appear in the east where the sun rises, which is very warm and creates a great momentum for the sun that is about to come out.
Standing on the edge of the field and looking from a distance, you can see a bright water channel flowing slowly among the patches of rice.
This canal has water flowing all year round.
An early-rising waterbird with a long neck stood by the bright water channel, lowered its head constantly, stretched out its long neck, and inserted its beak and part of its neck into the bright water channel.
After plugging it in like this for a while, it will raise its head again, raise its neck and open its mouth, and swallow the caught fish and shrimp into its belly.
As it moves, splashes of water are lifted up, rolling down the smooth and slender neck of the water bird, and falling into the water channel, making little ripples.
This action lasted for a long time, and suddenly there were other changes.
This long-necked waterfowl that stretched out its head to catch fish and shrimps by the ditch didn't know whether it had eaten the wrong thing and suffered from indigestion.
It had just taken out its head and part of its neck from the ditch. There were masses of things rising up from the throat of its long neck with every movement.
Then the fish and shrimp it had just eaten were spat out in lumps and fell into the ditch next to it, creating circles and ripples.
Some of the fish and shrimps that had just been swallowed were not yet dead. They escaped from their restraints and quickly ran away with their tails wagging, and disappeared into the ditch. They moved extremely quickly.
Xiong Youer, who was standing not far from Han Cheng, saw this scene in his eyes.
I couldn't help but feel sorry for this long-necked water bird. It had worked hard to eat here for so long, but now it was all vomited out.
Maybe he even vomited all his last night's meal.
This behavior of eating without vomiting much certainly made Xiong Youer, who cherished food very much, feel sorry for this long-necked water bird.
It was a pity that Han Cheng did not, because at this time, all his mind was attracted by the rice in front of him that was ripe and ready for harvest.
"Open the sickle!"
Holding the sickle in his hand, Han Cheng inspected the rice fields one by one and made sure that there were all the pieces of rice that could be harvested. He shouted to everyone, then held the sickle and descended from the ridge into the rice field.
Most of the water in the rice fields has been drained out. The fish that were thrown into the rice fields in the spring have grown a lot and are swimming in the shallow water. You can see them at a glance, and they look very attractive.
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The temperature in early autumn is still very high and the water is not cold at all.
Han Cheng, who was barefoot and with his trousers rolled up, stepped on them and felt soft and very comfortable.
The place where he went to the fields was at one end of this rice field.
After finding a good location, he started harvesting with a bronze sickle in one hand and a heavy load of rice in the other.
On the fine grinding stone, the sharp sickle was drawn across the roots of the rice held in the left hand. While making some noise, the rice was cut off one after another.
After harvesting a handful, Han Chenggong would put the handful of rice aside, then grab another handful and continue harvesting.
Such a noise alarmed the diving fish, and they swung their tails one by one and swam quickly towards the place where there was no sound.
Han Cheng was working, and the others were not idle either.
As he finished speaking, everyone in Jinguan City who had already prepared began to get busy.
The man who also rolled up his trousers and took off his shoes went barefoot into the paddy field with full enthusiasm and bent over to do the same work as Han Cheng.
Some people thought their clothes were in the way, so they took them off, leaving their bare backs sweating.
Most of the people had thick, joyful smiles on their faces, and some of them didn't say a word, but just kept pulling the sickles in their hands, cutting the rice again and again, and they moved very quickly.
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There was a surge of energy in their hearts, as if a fire was burning.
I want to quickly harvest all the mature rice, dry it, and store it in the granary.
As everyone in the Qingque tribe worked hard, large tracts of mature rice began to fall to the ground.
"Moo~"
The cow pulling the cart stretched its neck and brayed, and the cute calf ran back and forth beside it, as if having fun.
Sometimes, it will crawl under its mother's body and take a few bites of its own food in a very naughty manner.
After eating for a while, he stopped and tilted his big head to look at the busy Qingque tribe not far away, with a sense of pride.
In the paddy field, someone harvested piles of rice and then carried the neatly stacked rice to the shore.
The person holding the mulberry wood fork in his hand used the wooden fork to scoop up the rice and load it on the oxcart parked aside.
One fork is pressed against the other, and it is installed very neatly.
It doesn't work if it's not neat and tidy.
Loading a car is a technical job.
For people who don't know how to load a truck, the crops they load are not only easy to slip off the truck, but they also can't load much.
The same cart of crops can't hold as much as someone else's three carts.
"ha!"
A cart of rice is loaded and tied with thick ropes from above, so that the driver of the cart inserts the wooden fork in his hand into the rice loaded on the cart, leaving only three thin fork tines.
Then he took the reins of the cow from the hands of the child who was standing in front of the cart, holding the reins on the cow's nose, and holding the cow in a cage to prevent it from moving around and disturbing people from loading the cart. Then he shouted, held the cow, and drove the cart.
Walk along the built dirt road towards the scene outside Jinguan City.
The scene was built in the past.
The grass above has been cleaned up long ago and is very flat. There are no small stones on the ground that has been rolled carefully with a stone roller, which is very suitable for threshing grain.
When you come to the scene, ask the children who are following the cart to come to the front to cage the cattle, and ask the adult in the cart to go to the back of the cart, pull out the mulberry wood fork inserted inside, and untie the rope that binds the cart.
Then he inserted a wooden fork into the cross section of the crops on the cart and pushed hard, causing half of the cart's crops to fall off the cart.
Unloading the truck this way is extremely efficient...
The children of the tribe were not idle either.
The older minors also carried sickles and joined in the hard-won harvest. Some of the younger Qingque tribesmen followed the adults driving the carts to cage cattle and follow the carts, and some others were in the general field.
The scattered rice was picked up.
While doing these things, there will also be some children who will be attracted by the fish swimming in the rice fields and start to catch them. They will soon be harvested and they will be happy with these things.
The little guys, covered in mud and water, couldn't open their mouths from ear to ear.
The sky is blue and extremely high, and the autumn sunshine falls from the sky, shining on the land of Jinguan City of the Qingque Tribe.
The joyful and busy harvest scene makes it even more joyful and lively.
It was as if even the air was filled with a relaxing atmosphere.
Time passes little by little, and the day is over in the blink of an eye.
The sun sets, leaving behind thousands of miles of clouds.
The water on the ground reflected the clouds in the sky, and for a moment everything was filled with magnificent colors, making it difficult for people to distinguish between the sky and the underground.
The tall and thick outer walls are basically completed in Jinguan City, and there are puffs of smoke rising from the kitchen.
Because there was some cool breeze, there wasn't much smoke that just rose up, and it quickly spread.
The light smoke drifted away in the wind, and the air around Jinguan City was filled with a pleasant smell of fireworks.
These are the women of the Qingque tribe who came back earlier. They are lighting fires and cooking in the tribe, making food for them and the rest of the people who have been busy all day.
Near the Qingque tribe under the clouds in the evening, those who had not returned to the tribe sped up their movements and worked quickly here.
They all want to take advantage of this last daylight, and in this extremely comfortable time, to do more work, just like every time when they are about to go home at dusk, they start to intensify their efforts to eat the grass.
Like cattle and sheep.
"knock off!"
After a while, the sky became even darker and darker.
The children who had received orders from the primitive women in the tribe to cook ran over and told the people who were still busy that the food was ready and they could eat.
Han Cheng, who was holding a sickle, straightened up after hearing this and shouted loudly.
After receiving the order, everyone stopped what they were doing, packed up their tools, and prepared to return them.
After a busy day, Han Cheng squatted by the ditch, picked up some water and washed his hands first, then picked up the water and washed his face thoroughly.
The cool yet warm water falls on the face, making people feel extremely comfortable.
After washing his face well, he washed his arms, feet, and legs again.
Then he held the sickle and shoes in one hand, and carried a few five or six fish strung with straw ropes in the other hand. With bare feet and rolled up trousers, he headed towards the tribe where there was a faint smell of rice under the night.
Go.
After everyone left, the rice fields became quiet.
However, this quietness did not last long.
Not long after, there were frogs croaking.
At the beginning, there was only a sporadic sound, but after a while, the sound became louder.
Han Cheng, who had already walked to the threshing floor in front of the tribe, turned his head and looked back when he heard the sound. He smelled the fragrance of the rice piled here after harvesting, and suddenly a sentence came to his mind.
Poetry - The fragrance of rice flowers talks about a good year, and the sound of frogs sounds.
He smiled, paused here for a moment, and then continued walking towards the tribe.
After a day's work, the body is bound to be a little tired, but the whole person feels extremely comfortable.
The kind that comes from the heart to the outside.
This kind of comfort makes people feel relaxed and fascinated.
After having dinner and cleaning up, Han Cheng turned around and came to the outer wall of Jinguan City.
Looking towards the rice fields.
The rice fields shrouded in night are not very quiet. In addition to the dots of fireflies that are dancing high and low like stars, there are also some other firelights moving along the ridges and around the rice fields.
While moving, there was the sound of gongs clanging from time to time.
Whenever the gong sounds, the croaking frogs will become completely silent.
It was as if in an instant, they were all strangled by the neck.
These firelights and the subsequent sound of gongs were caused by the night patrol of the Qingque tribe.
People living on this land always have to accept many challenges.
Not only do you have to fight against the sky, the earth, and people, but you also need to fight against all kinds of birds.
Ripe rice, growing there, is like an extremely delicious meal exuding a strong fragrance.
There are so many things that I want to come over and get a share of.
At night, naturally there will be no birds coming to eat.
However, there were other night walkers running on the ground, coming to pick peaches secretly.
For example, wild boars have thick skin and are edible.
Mature rice fields are definitely their paradise.
When you are tired from eating, you can lie down in the shallow water and take a bath.
When the mood strikes, you can roll back and forth a few times, get yourself covered in mud, and enjoy a mud bath.
When he was tired from washing, he got up again to eat some rice, and then used his mouth and nose to dig into the rice fields, hoping to find some meat to eat.
Under this kind of operation, a wild boar can destroy a lot of food in one night.
In addition to wild boars, there will also be other uninvited guests who come to eat the millet grown by the tribe.
Under such circumstances, it would be strange if the people of the Qingque tribe did not pay attention to it.
In addition to digging some traps in some relatively hidden places around the rice fields in the hope of catching these damn guys, they also arranged for people to patrol the areas around the rice fields in separate shifts throughout the night.
Use the light of fire and the sound of the gong to scare the predators and prevent them from coming.
This kind of thing starts when the rice is about to mature and will continue until the rice is harvested.
Han Cheng stood on top of the wall and watched for a while, then walked down from the top.
By the faint moonlight, we walked all the way to the gourd shed in the inner courtyard.
This gourd shed that he built with his own hands in spring has become extremely lush after growing in spring and summer.
Dense leaves and vines covered the entire top of the shed...
