Chapter 262 Silkworms, Planting Trees, Nursery, The Tribe of Donkeys
The breeze blows, the wind chimes under the eaves jingle, the lazy spring sun shines down, and the body is warm.
Han Cheng sat at the foot of the south wall, holding a stick in his hand and looking at it carefully. His eyes were a little blurry and he couldn't see any flowers in the stick.
He rubbed his sore eyes and put the stick in his hand back into the pottery basin at his feet.
The pottery pot was dry, and there were some tender yellow leaves inside, which were the mulberry leaves newly extracted this year.
He has never forgotten about silkworms. Even if silkworms are raised according to current technical means, it is basically impossible to turn the thin silk into gorgeous silk. However, Han Cheng has never given up raising silkworms.
Silkworm's Thoughts.
Today's silkworms are still relatively primitive, and there is still a long way to go before they become mature silkworms. In this case, let's keep them on a small scale for now.
Not to make silk, but to breed silkworms that can produce larger, just-sized cocoons.
Compared with the improvement of weaving technology, the evolution of silkworm cocoons is undoubtedly more difficult and requires a long period of cultivation from generation to generation.
It will be too late to start cultivating silkworms until the methods of weaving have reached the level where silk can be used to weave silk.
After sitting here and waiting for a while, no silkworm larvae emerged from the silkworm seeds. Han Chenggong placed the small pottery basin on the windowsill and walked out of the courtyard.
Outside the Qingque Tribe, there was a busy labor scene at this time.
The people headed by the eldest brother, who had gone through a winter at this time, were digging something on the earth with bone shovels.
They are not digging the ground, but digging holes.
The pits were dug in an open space on the east side of the Qingque Tribe, at the border with the forest, and by a small river some distance away from the Qingque Tribe.
These pits are dug almost every two meters.
Don't doubt why the dig is so accurate, because the lame man is using a two-meter-long stick to measure.
These pits extend from the small river in the south to the foot of the mountain two or three miles behind.
There are two rows of such pits.
Someone was digging a hole in the front. Shang in the back picked up a small sapling and placed it in the dug hole. He straightened the sapling according to Shenzi's previous demonstration. Liang on the side used a bone shovel to move the soil piled up on the edge of the hole.
Seal it in and stamp it as firmly as possible with your feet.
After doing this, they took the bone shovel and the sapling, walked to the next pit, and then repeated the previous actions.
Ruhua walked all the way from the river carrying a load of water, walked to the newly planted saplings, and put down the load.
Holding the rope on the jar with one hand, he lifted the bottom of the jar with the other hand, pointed the mouth of the jar at the hole where the newly planted tree was, and slowly tilted it down.
The cool, white water slid out of the jar and fell into the tree pit.
Sometimes, when a jar of water is empty, there will be one or two small fish jumping at the bottom of the jar.
If it were in the past, in the original tribe, Ruhua would have been very happy to secretly hide the small fish in her hand, find an opportunity where no one else could see it, stuff the small fish into her mouth, and chew it nervously, while sincerely
Feeling very lucky today.
But now, she will no longer do such things.
Three meals a day, every meal was full. She was used to this kind of life. Thinking back to the past, she didn't know how she survived and grew up so big...
Ruhua is very careful when watering. Sometimes when she sees a sapling that is crooked, she will stop and straighten it.
Like everyone else in the tribe, she will carry out the tasks assigned by the Son of God without any compromise.
These saplings are not miscellaneous trees, but fruit trees dug by the tribesmen from the surrounding areas in the past few days.
After Ruhua confirmed that the saplings would not be crooked, she released her hand and treated these saplings with great care.
While she was doing this, the scene that Shen Zi described a few days ago would appear in her mind involuntarily—
The wind blew gently, the branches and leaves swayed slightly, and the rich fruity fragrance filled the entire courtyard with the wind.
Not far from the courtyard, the fruit tree planted has grown, and its branches are bent under the weight of the fruit.
There is no need to go all the way to pick fruits, you can easily get the fruits when you walk out of the yard...
This scene is fascinating to think about.
At the same time, I was also thinking, why didn’t I know how to plant wild fruit trees near the tribe before?
Balloon did not participate in the tree planting activities, he had other things to be busy with.
Squatting on the edge of the rapeseed field, he was inserting many tree sticks about five centimeters long into the turned soil.
The stick has not been inserted completely, and one or two spores that have not grown leaves are exposed outside.
He was doing it seriously, and he didn't quite understand what the Son of God said that these tree sticks would grow into trees over time.
It's obviously just a stick, so how can it grow into a tree?
Han Cheng came over and looked at it for a while, then pulled out the sticks with the balloon stuck upside down and inserted them again.
This is a nursery he tried to open up, mainly planting mulberry tree strips, and some fruit trees. Whether these fruit trees can grow, Han Cheng doesn't know.
Most of the fruits at this time are not as delicious as those in later generations.
Fruits with small cores and lots of flesh are heresy. Fruits with thick skin, less meat, large cores and bad taste are the mainstream.
You can understand it if you think about it. After all, the fruits eaten by future generations have gone through many generations and used many cultivation techniques to finally form. They are naturally much stronger than the primitive and purely wild ones today.
Han Cheng didn't know much about fruit tree cultivation. One was grafting, and the other was just like cultivating rapeseed, selecting seeds from generation to generation.
But no matter what, this matter needs to be explored and tried. The more you explore, the more experience you gain.
"Someone! Someone!"
The people standing on the low wall to the east were shouting loudly.
In fact, before he shouted, the senior brother who was leading people to dig a hole in the east discovered the visitor first.
Because this group of people came from the woods to the east.
After a brief period of tension, he soon calmed down. The people who came were from the Donkey Tribe, not the enemy.
Han Cheng was a little surprised. It was just the beginning of spring, so why were the people from the Donkey Tribe here? Didn't they give them less salt before?
After confirming the identity of the visitor, Senior Brother asked Junior Brother Sha and others to put away their bows.
Junior Brother Sha and the others were very vigilant and brought bows and arrows with them when they went out to dig holes.
The leader of the donkey tribe looked at the bent wood carried on the backs of the tribe's people, and was filled with confusion.
I really don't know what this wealthy tribe thinks about using such a bent wood as a weapon, but they still treat it seriously.
In his opinion, the bent wood was far less lethal than the sticks with bone fragments in the hands of other members of the tribe.
