From time to time, such sounds would be heard in the shady land of Qingque Tribe.
Although the tribesmen are used to it, every time this happens, they still can't help but look over here a few more times, looking enviously at Lame, who is wielding an iron ax and hammering a chisel to make holes in the wood.
The people of the Qingque tribe now have another problem, that is, after meals and other free time, they do not want to rest peacefully in the tribe, but wander around the rivers and ditches around the tribe.
Once they find some rust-like iron bacteria, they will happily put them into jars.
The ease of use of iron tools fascinates everyone in the tribe.
A few people who often cook want to use iron knives to kill and process prey and cut food.
The woman who made clothes wanted to have an iron knife with which to cut the leather.
Because the iron knife can not only cut the leather quickly, but also cut the leather neatly, and the fur on the edge is not easily worn away.
"Crack..."
Looking at the broken bone needles, Xing sighed, then turned his attention to Lame and Han Cheng under the shade of the tree.
If you can make a needle out of iron, it will be easier to use when sewing clothes...
"Bang...bang"
The sharpshooter Junior Brother Sha pulled out the feathered arrow above the target, looked at it for a while, and put it back into the quiver made of tree bark folded in half around his waist.
If the arrowhead is made of iron and mounted on the feathered arrow, will it be more powerful?
Can you shoot through this thickened target?
Touching the mark left on the target with his hand, Junior Brother Sha was lost in thought.
You can definitely shoot through the target!
Thinking of the power of the iron knife and axe, Junior Brother Sha clenched his fist vigorously.
It's just that there is too little iron in the tribe. After making four kinds of utensils, there is no leftover...
The emergence of iron tools has broadened the horizons of everyone in the Qingque tribe. Many people are looking forward to using iron to create more and better-used tools.
After an autumn rain, the weather turns cooler. The Qingque tribe is not short of clothes now, and one person can still do it with two clothes.
So even those who like to go shirtless to show off their muscles, they honestly put on clothes.
Autumn is added to the three volts, and the tiger's tail in autumn is equally unbearable.
As the weather cleared up, the temperature quickly rose again, and the moist and warm water vapor mixed with the fishy smell of earth rose in waves.
Han Cheng, wearing straw sandals, stood on the edge of the field, looking at the fields of millet with their heads hanging down, and couldn't help but smile.
Humility is a good quality. Those who are truly capable are generally more humble. The most fearful ones are those who are dissatisfied with only a bottle of wine and wander around with half a bottle of wine...
For example, the millet bearing heavy fruits has its head lowered. It has also been growing for half a year, but the foxtail grass with little harvest is swaying in the autumn wind with its head held high, trying to attract the attention of Han Cheng, who is standing on the edge of the field ridge.
However, Han Cheng didn't understand the amorous feelings, and his eyes only fell on the heavy ears of grain and Bai Xuemei next to them, and refused to be distracted elsewhere.
When you step on the edge of the field with your feet, it is still very wet. Not only is it difficult to walk in the field, but it will also destroy the millet. More importantly, it is extremely difficult to plow the ground again after harvesting because the ground is trampled.
Really.
Looking at the sun hanging in the sky, and then looking at the millet growing in the ground, which is ripe but not ready to fall, Han Cheng still did not give the order to harvest after all.
Just wait a little longer, the autumn tigers are very powerful now, and the fields will be dry a lot by about tomorrow. When the time comes, you can go to the fields to pay for the crops and everything will be fine.
The next day Han Cheng came to check the moisture content, and it turned out to be pretty much what he thought.
However, the expected harvest did not begin immediately.
Han Cheng, Wu, Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother and other members of the Qingque tribe each carried a tangle head with a shiny handle in their hands and walked carefully in the mature millet field.
From time to time, some millet would be decapitated, and the heads would be placed in these heads.
Those who were beheaded were all relatively strong, and their ears of grain were larger than ordinary ones.
According to the division method of the army, even though he cannot be called a general, he can still be compared with low-level officers such as captain and captain.
Han Cheng, Wu and the others can be regarded as beheading officers among thousands of troops as if they were searching for something in a bag...
Before the official harvest, it is very necessary to select some large ears of millet in the field and store them separately.
Increased grain production, seeds, fertilizers, farming methods, and water conservancy are all crucial. Genetically modified and hybrid millet, etc., even if Han Cheng was beaten to death, he couldn't do it.
All we can do is to select seeds, survive the fittest, and slowly cultivate high-quality and high-yielding seeds.
Among the many factors that increase grain production, high-quality seeds can be called internal factors.
Cultivating excellent next generations is something that the Qingque tribe has always done, whether it was rapeseed, rabbits, chickens or millet now.
After about two acres of land were transferred, Tietou and others stood at the edge of the field, carrying stone sickles and bone sickles, sharpening their knives. Following Han Cheng's instructions, they began to go to the fields to harvest.
The golden millet stalks collided with each other, making a crackling sound under the combined action of the sickle and the palm.
Sweat dripped from the cheeks and body, and the bronze face and chest were set against the golden ears of millet, and together they created a golden dream.
The millet fell down one after another, and was bundled into bundles and carried on hooks and poles to the cleared wheat field within the tribe.
When farming is busy, everyone has no time to spare.
Women who were weak or had big bellies and were unable to do heavy work would unbundle the grain they brought back to the scene and spread it out on the scene in preparation for the next step of threshing.
The weather has been nice these past few days, but God has given me a hand. I have to take advantage of the good weather to pry down the harvested grains and put them in the house as soon as possible. Only then can I truly feel at ease.
Otherwise, any small accident may wipe out half a year of hard work and hope.
The minors in the tribe are not idle either. They walk around the harvested grain fields, picking up the ears of grain that have fallen on the ground...
Twenty or thirty acres of land is not too much compared to the current population of the Qingque tribe.
With everyone working together, the millet was harvested and transported to the threshing field in three days.
A few people who were familiar with the playing fields used wooden forks to beat the dried millet.
Stalling, beating, starting, raising... After this series of events, a pile of millet piled up on the scene.
These newly harvested grains cannot be stored directly. They need to be dried in the sun for a few days before they can be packed in large tanks.
