Chapter 364 One person, one deer and one columbine
"YoYo……"
In the seemingly empty field, Mr. Deer, whose face was tied with a rope, screamed in dissatisfaction.
I thought he was the majestic and invincible commander of the three tribes of deer, sheep, and dogs, but now he has fallen to this.
He actually has to work as a coolie here, raking the ground and pulling columbines.
It's a pity that Uncle Deer is a deer living in ancient times and doesn't know about Han Yu who wrote "The Theory of Horses".
This world does not allow animals to become spirits, otherwise they will definitely turn around and say to the cheap little two-legged beast that is holding it and smiling, "I will only be humiliated in the hands of a slave..."
The soil moisture is just right now. Thanks to the autumn rain a few days ago, the dirt and debris turned up in the ground can easily be broken up by rakes. It is a good time to rake the ground to sow rapeseed.
The deer who have been living in the Qingque Tribe for free for so long, and who are cared for by dedicated people every day, will naturally not be let go. Now those who are strong and healthy are being roped in, and under the guidance of the people in the Qingque Tribe, they are learning to They look like the boss here, raking the ground and sowing seeds.
Uncle Deer's treatment is different from that of ordinary deer, because other deer pull a rake, while he pulls a columbine.
The wide piece of leather at the end of the columb rested on Uncle Deer's back, surrounding half of it.
There was another rope tied under the leather, which passed under Uncle Deer's belly and, together with the leather above, tied Uncle Deer around the waist.
In this way, as it moves, the columbine behind it will move forward together.
Deer are different from cows. A deer's neck is not as thick as a cow's neck, and it is not as strong as a cow's neck. It can bear thousands of kilograms of things. Therefore, Han Cheng can only imitate a donkey and a mule and put its weight-bearing center on the back. superior.
Behind Mr. Lu was a lame man holding on to his columbine with both hands.
The three columbine legs tied with triangular bones waded through the raked soft soil, leaving three parallel lines on the ground with a distance of twenty centimeters no matter how they turned.
The black rapeseed contained in the bucket leaked downwards along the hole at the bottom of the bucket, and was divided into three parts about three centimeters away from the bucket. Each of them went to the three hollow legs and fell into the hole opened by the legs. In the ditch.
"etc."
The lame man holding the columbine suddenly spoke out, and Han Cheng, who was leading Mr. Lu forward, stopped as he said.
It's not that Han Cheng likes to 'help' the columbine, but that Uncle Deer only recognizes Han Cheng. No one else can let him work well except Han Cheng holding him.
"What's wrong?"
Han Cheng asked aloud.
"The warehouse eye is blocked."
While replying, Lame let go of the armrest of the columbine, bent down, and pulled out a piece of wood stuck in the wooden pipe under the funnel where it was connected to the three columbine legs. The blocked columbine eye immediately became unobstructed.
Lame quickly inserted the wood chips back to the original level. Otherwise, too many seeds would be put in and it would become very thick over time.
While I was doing this, several people stretched their heads to look at the balloons and bottles nearby.
Lame is a carpenter, so the sowing should not fall on him. After teaching them how to use the balloon bottle, he will no longer interfere with the sowing.
After all, there are still many things he needs to do.
After making the adjustment, Han Cheng led the deer and continued moving forward, leaving shallow ditches on the flat land that had been raked...
The mountains in the distance are tinted with different shades of yellow and red, the water nearby is clear and flowing quietly, a few wisps of smoke from burning dead grass slowly rise from the ground, and there are farmers cultivating in twos and threes...
There is no smoke, no flames of war, not too many battles, just a peaceful and enchanting picture of farming in late autumn...
The farming efficiency of a columbine is unparalleled and is far from comparable to that of manpower.
One deer, two people, and one columbine can cultivate fifteen acres a day.
This is even when humans and deer are not very familiar with each other.
If the deer are well trained and people master the columbine cart skillfully, no one will need to lead the deer to help the columbine. One person, one deer and one columbine can cultivate more than 20 acres a day.
There are two ways to control deer steering, one is direct and the other is indirect.
The direct method is that when sowing seeds with a columbine, in addition to the leather rope fixed on the deer's waist, another rope is tied to the deer's head, just like shoelaces, passing through the splint on the deer's face.
Loop the two ends of the rope around the back of the deer and tie it to the handle of the columbine, within reach of the person holding the columbine.
When you need to turn left, pull the rope on the left; if you need to turn right, pull the rope on the right.
Because the rope is tied around the deer's head, if you pull hard, the deer will turn around.
The so-called voice control is actually a method adopted based on the implementation of this method.
When leading the deer to turn left with a rope, shout "da da", when walking to the right, shout "lie", and when urging the deer to move forward, shout "ha" to make it stop.
, shout "Oh".
If things go on like this for a long time, the deer will form a conditioned reflex. They no longer need to pull the rope. They only need to shout a command and they will know what to do and how to cooperate with people in farming.
This kind of command is not only for deer. When the time comes to find things like cattle and horses, they will also be trained in this way.
This year, we planted fifty acres of rapeseed. The main purpose is to eat the rapeseed. We use the rapeseed to feed deer, rabbits and chickens. The rapeseed is also mixed with the rapeseed to feed the chickens.
As for extracting oil from rapeseed, Han Cheng has not yet started trying it. On the one hand, he has too many things to worry about, and on the other hand, so far, only animal fat oil is enough.
Therefore, the use of rapeseed to extract oil has been delayed, and there are signs of further delay.
After the rapeseed was planted, Han Cheng selected and cultivated 'Chinese cabbage' and 'High-quality rapeseed' for two years and planted them respectively.
The appearance of the columbine greatly improved the efficiency of planting. After planting these fields in three days, the people of the Qingque tribe headed towards the orchard carrying columbators and baskets on their backs.
It’s time to collect and store fruits again.
There is great strength in numbers, and as everyone moves out, piles of fruits begin to appear in the tribe, and there are more and more fruits quickly.
The meal served to the Qingque Tribe tonight was very strange. There was no barbecue or steaming fish soup as in the past. Instead, there was just a lot of fruits piled together.
Han Cheng was a little strange and didn't know what the senior brother in charge of making food meant.
He was surprised, but others in the tribe were not surprised, especially those from the Bone Tribe who had just joined the Qingque Tribe this year, and they took it for granted.
For primitive people, food is always so precious. Even in the wealthy Qingque tribe, people are still reluctant to waste it.
These fruits have been bruised, dropped, cracked, etc.
Such fruits are not storage-resistant and will easily go bad if not eaten in time.
Han Cheng understood the reason and couldn't help but give a thumbs up to his senior brother. He ate the easily spoiled items first and left the good ones. This was indeed a good way to reduce the waste of a lot of food.
But praise comes after praise. After Han Cheng praised him, he immediately asked his senior brother to take out some meat and add water to the pottery jar to start making soup.
It's getting colder now, and it's not as good as in summer. If you don't eat some hot soup, just eating these cold fruits to satisfy your hunger won't work. Firstly, you won't be full, and secondly, you'll easily get a bad stomach.
In this era where a cold or fever will be pushed into the fire and burned to death, no disease can be taken lightly.
"Son of God..."
The eldest brother seemed a little anxious, as a lot of these fruits would be wasted in this way.
Han Cheng smiled and waved to him, indicating that he didn't need to worry.
