"Son of God, please add some fertilizer to these fields..."
Wu Ye had been watching the field for a long time, and then he came to Han Cheng and said.
Han Cheng was a little surprised. Why not wait until the autumn harvest to see the results?
It's just summer.
"You can see it now before the autumn harvest... There will be a lot less millet in the autumn harvest..."
Wu shook his head and said.
In the past, it was fine without comparing, and the effect of fertilization could not be seen. But now, when we compare like this, the difference is immediately apparent.
Han Cheng saw the witch say this, and it was right when he thought about it. If this continues, the millet of these ten acres of land will indeed be reduced by a lot of grain.
Since Wu said this, there is really no need to wait until autumn to use the harvest to measure the difference between fertilization and not.
After all, the loser in this case is the tribe themselves.
Immediately, people were arranged to pick up manure and spread fertilizer in these millet fields.
The people in the tribe, just like the shamans, clearly understood the importance of fertilizing. Now that they received instructions from the Son of God, they naturally followed them.
At this time, the millet in the millet field has not grown to a particularly high level. Spreading manure on the ground will sometimes hit the seedlings, but the impact will not be big.
Naturally, the effect of top dressing at this time is not as good as spreading it into the ground from the beginning. After all, what the Qingque tribe uses is farmyard fertilizer. It takes a certain amount of time from dissolution to absorption by crops. In this regard, it is incomparable with later generations of chemical fertilizers.
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A handful of fat was picked into the ground, shoveled with a bone shovel and spread on the yellow seedlings that were obviously malnourished. A smile appeared on Wu's face...
While the shamans of the Qingque Tribe looked at the seedlings spread out like a green carpet around the tribe with a smile on their faces, the shamans of the Tengshe Tribe, whom they had never met before, were also standing in the wild with a smile on their faces.
The same smile, but different joy. Unlike the witch who rejoices because there will be a good harvest in autumn, the joy of the Soaring Snake Tribe witch comes from the monster with a horn not far away.
This silly-looking little monster with hair all over its body and a horn on its head was grazing there, looking very greedy.
The little monster grew very fast. After surviving the hard winter when food was scarce, the skinny monster has now become plump and plump.
Now it is almost half the size of the two big monsters eaten by their tribe.
By the fall, it will be even bigger.
Eat more food so that you can grow up faster. This is the most sincere wish of the shaman of the Soaring Snake Tribe to this one-horned monster.
With this thought in mind, he reached out and pulled a handful of the little monster's favorite grass from the ground, and handed it to the little monster. As before, the one-horned monster stretched out its rough tongue and swept the grass away from his hand.
, and it went into his stomach in a matter of seconds.
The shaman from the Soaring Snake Tribe squatted down and touched the face of the one-horned monster that was lowering its head to eat grass, with a smile on its face...
While others were laughing, the leader of the green tribe had a sad face. Even though their tribe had a good harvest today, he didn't look very happy.
Not only him, but most of the people in the tribe looked a little depressed like him.
The joy of returning from harvest in the past has basically disappeared by this time.
The group of people returned to the tribe, and the leader of the green tribe took some of the prey caught today and asked people to process it. This will be the food of their tribe tonight.
While that person was working on it, someone skillfully set up the pottery jar, filled it with water, and lit a fire as before.
When the water boils, the cooked meat and wild vegetables mixed in it give off the unique aroma of food.
The leader of the green tribe, who was stunned for a while, stood up, opened the lid of the pot and poured himself a bowl.
After he served it, the other green tribesmen who had bowls also came forward to serve it.
The leader of the green tribe squatted there, picked up a piece of meat from the bowl using the method he learned from that tribe, put it into his mouth and chewed it. In order to show the deliciousness of the food, he chewed it very hard.
However, this kind of exertion did not last long and stopped.
He swallowed the meat in his mouth and took a small sip of the soup. He never drank enough broth in the past, but today he didn't have much appetite. After one sip, he didn't want to take another sip.
The leader of the green tribe raised his head and looked around. The tribesmen in the tribe who were eating food were basically the same as him. They were eating without much interest.
"￥#%!"
After lowering his head and eating for a while, the leader of the green tribe couldn't stand it anymore. He said something, then stood up and went to the salt jar, picked it up, and found that there was only a small layer of salt left in it.
He picked up the salt shaker, used a wide hard leaf inside to get some salt out, and put it into his bowl.
Then I made a lot of it and put it into a big vat with broth.
Then he said something to the tribe members who were looking eagerly at the vat. These people immediately became overjoyed, got up and came to the vat, and poured the food in their bowls into the vat.
After stirring again, take it out and eat.
This time was obviously different from the previous situation. One or two of the people opened their cheeks and ate fiercely.
These arrogant people!
The leader of the green tribe looked at the state of everyone in the tribe and thought angrily in his heart while eating at the same speed as others.
After a hearty meal, the leader of the green tribe put down the bowl and breathed out a comfortable sigh.
However, this feeling of comfort did not last long. When he went over to look at the salt jar and saw a smaller amount of salt in it, the joy in his heart disappeared immediately.
Why couldn't I hold it back!
The leader of the green tribe slapped his thigh in annoyance...
The people of the Qingque tribe naturally do not have the worries of the leader of the Green tribe. Today, the Qingque tribe is all enveloped in surprise and joy.
The source of all this is the strange-looking thing in Lame's hand.
This thing is about eighty centimeters tall, with a circle at the bottom and two handles like cart shafts behind it. On the top of the shelf, there is a large, long, shallow-mouthed basket woven with thick rattan.
At this time, a total of one hundred and twenty bricks were neatly placed in this basket!
Although the bricks made by the Qingque tribe are relatively weak and not as heavy as the red bricks of later generations, a brick is still three pounds.
These one hundred and two bricks are equivalent to three hundred and sixty kilograms.
The people of the Qingque tribe can calculate such a large number of kilograms, and it involves multiplication. Most people can't calculate it, but they can get an intuitive feeling from the number of bricks.
Even the second senior brother, who is the strongest, can usually only carry fifty yuan at a time when transporting bricks.
No matter how much it is, it’s not unbearable, it just won’t be enough if you can’t walk twice.
The average person only pays about thirty yuan.
And now, this thing called a wheelbarrow by the Son of God actually holds one hundred and twenty yuan at a time!
