This is not to say how well the Qingque tribe has developed and how advanced its productivity is, which can be compared with the feudal period.
It's because the Qingque tribe has a small population and is easy to deal with. As long as changes are made in certain aspects, immediate results will appear.
Feudal kingdoms were different.
When a country's territory is vast enough and its population is large enough, the things it encounters will become all kinds of strange and overwhelming.
Especially when natural disasters and man-made disasters collide, the ground will be wiped out for thousands of miles, people will exchange their bodies for food, white bones will be exposed in the wild, and there will be no roosters for thousands of miles... These unbearable things will really happen.
From this point of view, people in the feudal dynasty do not necessarily have a higher happiness index than people in their own tribe. Otherwise, the great poet of Five Pecks of Rice would not have dreamed of an isolated peach blossom garden.
Of course, those privileged classes need to be excluded.
It is indeed like this. Whenever I think about it, it is always more than the best and less than the worst...
"Son of God, eat millet for lunch..."
The witch came over, holding some shelled millet in his hand, and said happily.
Han Cheng stopped his thoughts and stopped thinking about these things.
Whether the feudal dynasty was good or bad was very far away from him and the Qingque tribe. It was also a series within my lifetime, so it was useless to think too much about it.
Just take every step steadily.
Be happy when you should be happy, and celebrate when you should celebrate. Thinking too much and worrying too much will make life lose its proper color.
“Eat dry millet rice!”
Han Cheng stood up, took a deep breath, looked at Wu and the others and said loudly with a smile.
"I will cook for lunch myself!"
He added.
People who were originally happy when they heard about eating dried millet rice became even more excited after hearing Han Cheng's words.
They are deeply aware of Shenzi's cooking skills.
Under Han Cheng's arrangement, someone began to take out two jars of dried and stored millet, came to the yard, picked up a wooden stick, and began to pound the millet.
The stonemason Mu Mu has not been idle during this period. Under Han Cheng's arrangement, he has been wrestling with a big stone, using another stone to slowly carve out a conical pit on it.
This stone pit is used for pounding millet.
The stone pit in Qingque Tribe Cave that was originally used to smash loquats was too small to hold even two taels of millet at a time, and if you were not careful, millet would splash out from the pit.
Not only is it inefficient when used to pound rice, it is also very inconvenient.
So before Han Cheng started harvesting the millet, he let the wood start cutting a new rice mortar.
Others in the tribe could not think of this, but he, the leader of the family, could not ignore it.
No, now this newly dug mortar is put to great use.
This mortar can hold two kilograms of shelled millet at a time. It can be pounded with a wooden stick without much spillage. Compared with the previous one, the efficiency is not even a little higher.
"Bang bang bang..."
"Swipe, swipe, swipe..."
The muscles on the elder brother's arm swelled and stretched, the wooden stick rose and fell, and the shell of the millet in the stone mortar was squeezed open, revealing the yellow fruit inside.
The pounded rice was taken out of the stone mortar and put into the dustpan. Balloon held the dustpan and carefully beat it for a while. The chaff flew away, leaving only the yellow millet inside.
Rice pounding is a new thing, and many people in the tribe are very happy to do it. It can be described as competing to be the first.
When Han Cheng saw this scene, he just smiled and said nothing.
He was well aware of the difficulty of pounding rice, otherwise the pre-Qin period would not have treated rice as a form of punishment.
These people in the tribe are just new for a while. When the amount of millet increases and rice pounding becomes a daily task, they will no longer be as active and enthusiastic as they are today...
The sultry fragrance wanders back and forth in the Qingque tribe, and the fragrant meat and vegetables are piled on the yellow dry millet rice. You don't need to eat it, just looking at it and smelling it is enough to make you feel relaxed and happy.
Those who have eaten dried millet rice before are better off, but those who have just joined the original bone tribe this year do not know how to describe their feelings.
All they could do was to wolf down the food in the bowl and keep pushing it into their mouths without saying a word for fear of wasting time.
After eating the delicious food, everyone felt that all the hard work before was worth it.
That's it, it's really hard when you pay, but when you reap the results, all the hard work will turn into a knowing smile.
While the people of the Qingque tribe were enjoying their delicious food with satisfaction, the people of the Green tribe also dressed up and set off with great joy.
The two tribes were delighted by the same thing, which was something that looked a bit like a dog's tail.
The difference is that the people of the Qingque tribe tasted the delicious food and saw the hope of the tribe becoming stronger.
The people of the Green Tribe were proud of the fact that they could exchange such unpalatable weeds for pottery and some soft hats and gloves.
They do have reasons to be complacent. After all, the surrounding tribes want to exchange things from that wealthy tribe, and all they can use is precious food and animal skins that can keep them warm, while they use only other food.
Weeds that are not edible.
"￥@￥!"
The leader of the Green Tribe said hello, and then left the tribe with everyone carrying weed spikes on their backs, heading towards the wealthy, generous and powerful Qingque Tribe.
Judging from the experience of past exchanges, the wild grass spikes I brought this time not only gave everyone in the tribe a pottery bowl, but also gave them a large cooking vat.
Thinking of the people in his tribe eating with a pottery bowl, the leader of the green tribe couldn't help but feel happy from the inside out. His whole body was full of strength, and he wanted to run to that tribe and kill them.
All the pottery was replaced.
He walked forward, stretched out his hand to touch the ears of weeds on his shoulders, and then looked back at the tribe members dressed in the same clothes as himself, with an even bigger smile on his face.
The people of that tribe would never have imagined that they could bring so many weeds.
They will be very surprised when they see him.
Thinking of this, the leader of the Green Tribe became even more excited about the Qingque Tribe that was about to arrive.
As for the safety of the tribe, he is not too worried. This is the season when food is relatively abundant, and generally no one will attack other tribes.
Among the several nearby tribes, the most powerful and aggressive Bone Tribe has been wiped out, and the wealthy Qingque Tribe has also made a promise that it will not invade as long as its own tribe does not take the initiative to attack...
Even if a tribe invaded, he wouldn't worry much because he had already made arrangements near the entrance of the cave, imitating the walls of the Qingque tribe.
