Chapter 341 There is no wind in the field, no need to wait - dustpan
"Brush~!"
The bone shovel shoveling the chaffy grains was raised high, and the golden sand-like grains spread out in the air and fell in long strips.
This is the art of raising a field, which is called "You can raise a line, but you can't raise a large area."
Long strips of grain are relatively scattered in the air, and the impurities contained in them are easily blown away by the wind. Moreover, after falling on the ground, some impurities falling on the surface are also easily swept away with a broom tip.
In the Qingque tribe, when it comes to raising the field, the balloon that often does this is ranked second, and no one dares to be ranked first.
However, now he, the top expert, could not help but frown as he looked at the rising and falling grains.
In the past, after being raised like this, there would be no impurities in the falling grains, but now, there is a lot of chaff on it.
This is not because his skills are not as good as before, but because the weather is not good today, the market has risen by less than half, and there is no longer any wind at all.
Balloon put down the bone shovel and gently swept away the chaff on it with a broom.
He has an almost stubborn mentality when it comes to winnowing, and does not want any debris to appear on the raised grain piles.
After sweeping away the chaff, the balloon felt a little better.
Looking at the motionless leaves, the balloon became dejected again. I don’t know how long it will take to complete this...
There is no wind, and the balloon has no choice but to wait and see when the wind comes and when it starts to fly.
However, the wait had to wait until the next day.
The weather was not very good the next day. The sun was high in the sky and the moon was shining brightly.
The Qingque tribe has harvested all the millet, beaten it, and piled the millet poles on the edge of the field.
Except for the last half of the pile of grains, the rest were scooped out.
The millet from the first two games has been dried and put into the house.
At this time, some people were busy transporting the millet that had been dried in the courtyard to the house. They were worried that it would rain today and soak the hard-earned harvest.
"Balloon, don't wait any longer. Take the grain back and wait until the time comes..."
Someone said hello.
The balloon looked at the sky and then at the piles of grain mixed with a large amount of chaff. After waiting for a while unwillingly, he still had to bow his head to reality.
He found a trundle head covered with smooth animal skins, and began to load the grains mixed with chaff and transport them to the house.
Tools with open handles such as tumblers are much easier to use than clay pots for loading and transporting things, except of course for filling water.
The previous tamper head could not hold fine grains such as rapeseed and millet, because a lot of them would spill out from the gaps.
Later, Han Cheng used old animal skins that were hairless and could not keep warm, and this problem was solved.
"Balloon, wait, use this."
The balloon stopped and saw Shenzi walking towards him with a big, strange thing in his hand.
What Han Cheng is holding is a dustpan, which was recently made by Lai.
The main purpose of this thing is to clean dirty grain, whether it is windy or not, and secondly, it can be used to transport grain.
The main materials used for dustpans are flexible tree strips, ropes, and bark.
In later generations, the dustpans Han Cheng saw were basically made of unpeeled hemp.
Although Han Cheng had discovered traces of hemp before, he didn't bring back a few plants, so he had to use vine strips instead.
It is more difficult to make a dustpan from rattan than from hemp pole, but it is stronger than hemp pole.
The large opening of the dustpan was wrapped with tough bark.
It is often used to shovel things, so it is easy to wear and tear. The tough bark can give it the maximum protection it deserves.
Balloon's eyes, which were squeezed to only a slit due to the excess fat on his face, were unusually widened. He looked at the dustpan in Han Cheng's hand, full of doubts.
Can you use this strange thing to clean grain?
How to clean it?
Like a bone shovel, first scoop up the grains and then throw them up?
It’s just that the head is too big, right?
How could it be possible to throw so much grain?
The dustpan held in Han Cheng's hand is quite large, with a width of more than 70 centimeters at the opening, 60 centimeters from front to back, and 25 centimeters at the highest point.
When this dustpan is full, it can contain twenty kilograms of millet, but of course it is impossible to throw it.
Han Cheng knew from the reaction of the balloon that he didn't understand how to use it, so he didn't say anything more, walked directly to the uncleaned grain pile, bent down and shoveled some with a dustpan.
Then he walked to a place out of the way and held the dustpan in both hands, dusting it up and down.
The grains in the dustpan were shaken a dozen centimeters above the dustpan, and fell back into the dustpan without stopping before being picked up again.
As this goes back and forth, debris such as dust and chaff will come out of the mouth of the winnowing pan and fall to the ground.
As for the heavier grains, except for a few restless grains, the rest were well placed in the dustpan.
Apart from the disadvantage of being dusty, there is nothing good to say about using an object like a dustpan to clean grain.
The balloon was squeezed by the fat flesh and there were not many eyes left. It opened wide again and was full of surprises.
"Son of God, I'm coming."
After Han Cheng poured the millet he had cleaned this time into the rafter head for paving the leather, he rubbed his hands in surprise and said to Han Cheng with a look of anticipation on his face.
This dustpan was originally meant for the balloon. Han Cheng didn't intend to keep it for too long. Seeing that the balloon already understood how to use it, he handed it over and acted as a technical guide on the side.
Crop work is not difficult, you can learn it just by looking at it. As long as you are willing to put in the effort and don't be lazy and slippery, you can do it.
When the dustpan first arrived in Qianqian's hands, he was still a little unfamiliar. After two dustpans, he became familiar with it, and even surpassed Han Cheng, the first dustpan maker.
This is not because Han Cheng is too stupid, but because he doesn't use dustpans much, and the other reason is that his height and strength are not his advantage.
"Brush, brush, brush..."
The sound of grains colliding with the dustpan reminds me that grains are constantly being cleaned out.
At this time, the weather was getting hotter and muggier, and the moon-like sun in the sky had disappeared and was replaced by large clouds.
A heavy rain is about to fall.
The people of the Qingque tribe have collected all the grains that have been dried for drying. At this moment, someone is busy covering the piles of threshed grain stalks with thatch and then pressing them down with stones.
At this time, wooden forks are used to thresh millet, and millet is no better than rapeseed. Not all the grains can be beaten out in one pass, and it needs to be beaten a second time, or even a third or fourth time.
The harvest will fall off a cliff, but as long as there is a harvest, it is always good.
The smell of approaching heavy rain is not only felt by people, but also by other creatures, such as deer, sheep, and chickens, which seem a little restless.
With the fat on his face shaking, the balloon worked harder, shaking it again and again, and finally managed to clean out the last bit of dirty grain before the heavy rain fell.
Carrying a dustpan and a small half-toned head, Guzi ran all the way to the house, panting heavily. Watching the huge raindrops falling, the balloon let out a sigh of relief, revealing the relief and joy of victory.
Then his eyes fell on the dustpan in his hand. If it hadn't been for it, he wouldn't have been able to clean out the grains this time.
Because it was only now that there was some wind outside.
It is too rare to have only one such good thing. The tribe needs to have more of them.
He made up his mind that when he had some free time, he would ask the Son of God and Lame for advice and learn how to make a dustpan.
