Mu Mu, who was praised by Han Cheng, was very energetic. After gathering all the rapeseeds into a big pile, he started swinging the broom back and forth, and the wind blew away the small impurities on the rapeseeds.
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Mumu was doing this with some expectation in his heart, hoping to get praise from the Son of God.
This is what Shenzi did last year, and he remembers it very clearly.
Soon, all the tiny impurities on this large pile of rapeseed flew away, leaving only clean rapeseed.
Mu Mu felt that he was very capable, after all, he had cleaned so much in one go.
Mu Mu's mood was quickly replaced by a frown, because Shenzi came over and casually picked up the pile of clean rapeseeds with his hands, and a lot of impurities came out.
Wood quickly fanned himself with a broom.
But this time he was smarter. Before Han Cheng could do anything, he pulled it out himself. As a result, underneath the seemingly clean pile of rapeseeds, what came out was still dirty.
"Son of God."
This guy who didn't like to talk looked at Han Cheng as if asking for help and spoke.
He has enough patience to grind stone tools, but he is a little at a loss when it comes to grinding rapeseeds that he doesn't know much about. After all, unknown things can always cause people panic and uneasiness.
Han Cheng walked under the gate and felt it. The early summer wind felt cool on his body.
Then he waved to the wood that was piled with rapeseeds and started to use the broom again, and asked him to come over and clean up the area under the gate.
After sweeping away the wood, he looked at the Son of God, hoping to get new solutions from the Son of God.
Just after receiving instructions from Han Cheng, he ran back to the cave to get the balloons for the clay pots, and ran over with two clay pots in his arms.
He placed the pottery pot on the ground, and then looked at the Son of God, wanting to see how the Son of God was going to use this thing that had nothing to do with him to clean the rapeseeds.
Han Cheng did not keep them waiting. He filled a small pottery jar with half a jar of rapeseed mixed with impurities and walked to the door. He stood sideways and let the door out of the way to avoid blocking the wind.
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Then lift the pot to chest level and begin to tilt it.
The rapeseed inside forms a thin line and slides down to the ground. The weightless impurities are blown away by the wind and can no longer be mixed in the rapeseed.
At the beginning, the fallen rapeseeds bounced around, but as the number of fallen rapeseeds gradually increased, and when a round steamed bun shape gathered on the ground, they could not roll far away.
The wood and the balloon watched the magical scene together, admiring it but also feeling a little enlightened.
Mu Mu squatted down, stretched out his hand and carefully scraped the pile of rapeseed gathered at the feet of Shenzi, and the rapeseed that came out was also clean...
Han Cheng looked at the wood and balloons standing on both sides of the door, one holding a clay pot and pouring rapeseed down, and shook his head slightly.
It's not that the two of them didn't do a good job, but it would be more convenient and faster to use a sieve for this job, especially when there is no wind.
It's just that the Qingque tribe is still unable to make a decent sieve, mainly because of the lack of raw materials.
It is true that tree strips can replace bamboo to weave many things, but when it comes to sieves, tree strips are powerless.
The main reason is that the tree strips are too thick and there is no way to weave fine mesh.
If it is chopped into very thin pieces and does not have the toughness of bamboo, it will break with just a slight break, so there is no way to weave it.
Nowadays, the tribes grow little food, so they can make do with the current methods. When the time comes when more food is grown, it won't be the same as it is now.
Han Cheng sighed deeply, there were too many things that needed to be done! This time, bamboos were added to the small notebook.
When the setting sun was about to set, the pile of rapeseed was finally taken care of, and it was piled neatly here, weighing almost more than a hundred kilograms.
Ordinarily, it shouldn't have been done until now. The main reason is that the wind is really shameless, intermittent and intermittent.
The cleaned rapeseed was transported back to the cave one by one using clay pots made of wood, and was put in a large tank, which contained more than half of the tank.
Han Cheng estimated the harvest and couldn't help but shake his head. This acre of land could barely hold eighty or ninety kilograms. This was just the wet rapeseed that had just been harvested. If it was dried, it would weigh seventy kilograms.
It's already very good.
With subsequent expansion and growth, this yield will further decrease, because these rapeseeds are carefully cared for, especially with sufficient fertilizer.
As production expanded later, it was obviously impossible to provide such care again.
Han Cheng was melancholy, but Wu was extremely happy, looking at the rapeseed in the big vat with his toothy grin.
Of course he was happy. Last year, the Son of God only planted a jar of rapeseed, and the tribe had such a large patch of rapeseed. From last year to this year, they ate no less.
If all these rapeseeds were planted this year, how much rapeseed would his tribe have by then? Wu couldn't imagine it.
Looking at the smiling Wu, Han Cheng couldn't help sniffing. With this output in future generations, people who farm the land will definitely have a sad face. After all, they can't even make money from pesticides and fertilizers...
Han Cheng thought about this and smiled helplessly. He couldn't always compare it with future generations. This kind of output is indeed good now. After all, no matter in terms of pesticides, fertilizers, varieties, etc., it is far less than that of later generations...
take it easy!
Han Cheng exhaled and said to himself, anyway, he has no system to force others to establish any civilization, nor does he have the ambition to conquer multiple primitive tribes to unify the world and become the Ninth Five-Year Supreme. He just wants to keep his own tribe.
It's just that the people inside are living a better life.
Speaking of which, God has been very kind to me. After all, he didn't get a cannibal tribe for himself as soon as he came here. Otherwise, according to the state he had just arrived, he would have already entered into the plant body at this time...
Hei Wa did not participate in the harvesting of rapeseed, and Hei Wa did not participate in the construction of the fence. This was not because Hei Wa was lazy, but because he had other work to do.
The warm sunshine is spreading on the ground, and the small river is flowing, reflecting the sunlight and making it sparkling.
There are fish playing in the water, and there are quite a few of them.
There is a red dragonfly hovering here. You can't see its wings moving, but it won't fall to the ground, like an airplane.
When he got tired of flying, he stopped on a dead stem protruding from the grass on the shore and remained motionless.
It's a pity that he has never seen lotus root. If he had, Han Cheng would have recited the line "The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on its head." Yang Wanli's poem came out thousands of years ago.
This is much more powerful than ordinary historical travelers.
Not all the land beside the river is flat, there are also some small hills. On the small hill closest to the tribe, there is green smoke rising at this time, and Hei Wa is busy here.
