The heavy stone roller rolled over the ground, leaving a shallow mark on the damp soil.
All the small stones that were still exposed on the ground were crushed into the soil.
This way, when the time comes, they won't be able to mix in the grain.
The rest of the people didn't feel too much when they saw this. Some of the balloons who often participated in the game had a look of surprise in their eyes when they saw the traces.
What the Son of God said was right, this stone roller is indeed of great use. Not to mention other things, just for pressing the ground now, it is not in vain to spend so much effort to build it.
The result of rolling it once was better than that of using rammed earth tools for a while.
More importantly, the ground is relatively flat, making it difficult to hide grains such as millet and rapeseed inside.
Now that the effect is so obvious, wouldn't it be even more useful when the time comes to apply it to the battlefield?
Seeing the stone rollers that followed him as he walked, Qiao Qiao and others began to look forward to the coming of autumn soon.
After some experiments, the effect of the stone roller was as good as expected. Han Cheng smiled and raised his thumb at the wood, saying that he would also cook him a delicious meal in the evening.
The excited Mu Mu was caught off guard, and then he went to use the hammer and chisel to knock on the new stone roller with great enthusiasm.
After all, the area of millet planted by the Qingque Tribe is large enough. It only has such a stone roller, but the time is not enough.
This is also the main reason why Han Cheng wants to move the wheat field outside the tribe this year.
Although the courtyard of the Qingque tribe is large enough, it will still look crowded if so much millet is brought in at once...
After the experiment was completed, Han Cheng took Uncle Deer back to the courtyard and locked him in the deer pen.
It's a bit late today, so we won't let them go out to find food.
After doing this, I habitually looked at the place where the silkworms were put, but I didn't find Bai Xuemei.
Where has this little child bride gone?
Normally, this girl wouldn't stay too far away from silkworms.
She was thinking this in her heart, but she didn't pay too much attention to it. After all, it was just a courtyard like this, and she wouldn't go anywhere no matter how she ran.
Thinking of having a meal alone with Mu Mu at night, Han Chenggong got up and came to the cave.
Some ingredients need to be processed and prepared in advance.
After handling the ingredients, Han Cheng took a look at the place where the silkworms were kept, but still didn't see Bai Xuemei. Han Cheng murmured in his heart.
Where has this girl gone?
With doubts in his heart, he began to search intentionally in the courtyard, but he didn't see it after looking around.
Han Cheng became a little anxious. After thinking about it for a while, he hurried to the front of the house, opened the door and hurried in without looking inside the house.
When he walked into the room, he saw Bai Xuemei, whom he had not seen for a long time. Han Changcheng let out a long breath.
But soon she became worried again, because Bai Xuemei's condition was obviously not right.
At this time, she was sitting on the wooden pillar placed against the edge of the Kang, curled up, with some tears on her face, looking particularly weak and helpless.
What happened? How did the child bride, who was always happy, become like this?
"What's wrong?"
Han Cheng walked up to her, knelt down, reached out to touch her braid, and asked worriedly and concernedly.
It was okay if Han Cheng didn't ask. When he asked, Bai Xuemei's mouth became flat and she shed more tears.
"What's wrong?"
Han Cheng asked more and more anxiously.
However, Bai Xuemei refused to speak. She just held one of Han Cheng's arms and cried and sobbed.
What happened? How could a good person cry so sadly all of a sudden?
Han Cheng was filled with confusion and worry.
After a while, Bai Xuemei, whose eyelids were red from crying, choked intermittently: "Cheng...Cheng brother, I...I'm going to die..."
Han Cheng, who was anxious, couldn't help but be shocked when he heard these words coming out of Bai Xuemei's mouth, "Okay, why are you going to die?!"
"What happened? What's wrong with you?"
Han Cheng asked anxiously.
"I... I'm bleeding. I'm bleeding... a lot. No matter how... I can't stop it... I can't stop it..."
After Bai Xuemei finished speaking intermittently with sobs and sobs, she hugged Han Cheng's arm tighter with both hands and cried even more sadly.
Bleeding? Bleeding a lot?!
Han Cheng was shocked and quickly looked at Bai Xuemei up and down, but he didn't find where the injury was.
"Where's the bleeding?"
Han Cheng asked a little strangely.
As soon as he asked the question, he realized something. He looked at Bai Xuemei with wide eyes. After looking carefully, he saw some clues.
this……
Han, who had a false alarm, couldn't help laughing.
Bai Xuemei cried even more aggrieved, she was about to die if she didn't stop bleeding, but Brother Cheng still laughed...
When Han Cheng saw this, he finally stopped laughing and comforted him in a serious voice: "Don't worry, I'm not going to die, you've grown up..."
With the little explanations given by Brother Cheng, who had completely transformed into a considerate friend of women, Bai Xuemei gradually held back her tears, and the panic in her heart gradually dissipated.
"Really?"
After a while, Bai Xuemei looked at Han Cheng and asked doubtfully.
Han Cheng nodded seriously: "Really!"
After understanding that she would not die and that this was just a symbol of growing up, Bai Xuemei suddenly became happy.
She was happy, but Han Cheng became melancholy.
Because he found that there seemed to be nothing good that could be used to entertain the relatives who were visiting the child bride for the first time.
The seventh-dimensional space, the Moon Goddess, these things that can be seen everywhere in later generations are all gone at this time.
Just like the paper that can be seen everywhere in later generations and that he misses so much now, it is a headache.
We can't just let the child bride be like the primitive women in the tribe, just find some hay, leaves, etc. and tie them up with animal skins, right?
This is really too tough.
Han Cheng, who felt a headache, couldn't help but smile bitterly as he sat there. Other people's time travels were all about big things, but it was better for him to live in trivial matters all day long...
The key is that I am always stumped by this.
Nowadays, there is a tendency to go further and further down the path of 'friends of women'... This really embarrasses the group of time travellers.
Is it possible to use linen?
This...is this a bit too luxurious?
Once this method is popularized, this alone will consume a lot of linen every year.
That's fine if it's easy to use. The key is that linen, which is not particularly soft, doesn't absorb water well either...
This is really a headache.
"Bring me the needle and thread!"
After struggling like this for a long time, Han Dashenzi, who had a big head, straightened his drooped head and shouted boldly.
