Today is a day of great significance for Han Cheng or the entire Qingque tribe.
Because just today, Han Cheng led them to perform a feat that spanned the ages!
——Grow rapeseed!
Well, as soon as the specific details of this era-changing initiative were revealed, I was immediately pulled from the sky to the ground.
However, Han Cheng did not exaggerate. This was indeed a pioneering work across the ages.
Because this is the first step for the Qingque tribe to move from fishing and hunting to farming.
The people in the tribe who worked under his guidance did not know the significance of this matter. As a time traveler, Han Cheng knew it.
To the west of the tribe, the forest about fifty meters away from the westernmost wall had a rather unfortunate fate. First, Han Cheng led people to peel off a section of the skin from the roots, and stood there silently waiting for death.
Arrive.
As a result, before they could die, a big storm came over them again.
This is good, it can be regarded as giving them a happy time.
They were knocked to the ground by the big storm, and their deaths were not peaceful, because in the following days, many of their bodies were dismembered in a brutal way by the Qingque tribe people due to the construction of the wall.
, and then was sealed in the wall...
Now, they will be destroyed again - burned by fire.
After a few months, except for some of the stronger trees that continued to live after falling to the ground, all the leaves of these fallen trees had fallen away, revealing their skinny trunks, which looked a bit like the bones of animals.
When building the wall and collecting wood, Han Cheng had a certain plan.
He circled an area of about three or four acres on a fallen forest that had originally been designated as farmland.
Let the people in the tribe collect wood from here first, and then use the wood from the yard after using up what can be used here.
Now, the benefits of doing this have been reflected.
The trees in this area are far rarer than elsewhere.
Han Cheng only needed to take his tribe to clean up a little before setting fire to it.
However, Han Cheng still feels a little sad about burning so many tree trunks. To be honest, these big tree trunks left here are the best building materials, but there is no way. With the tribe's current tools, there is nothing that can be done to them.
Therefore, these talented people can only be used as chopping firewood, no, they are worse than chopping firewood.
At the very least, chopping firewood can make a fire for cooking and then fertilize the fields. However, they can only burn themselves in vain to fertilize the primitive fields beneath them.
Well, maybe this is called being born at the wrong time and not appreciating the talent...
Han Cheng was reluctant to burn this large piece of wood. In order to avoid burning the entire camp, before lighting the fire, Han Cheng ordered people to clear a nearly 20-meter-wide path around the four acres of land.
Isolation belt, and the wood that needs to be burned to fertilize the fields is also gathered as far as possible in the middle.
These four acres of land are covered with a thick layer of wood, and on top of the wood are leaves collected from the surrounding area.
Han Cheng took the burning firewood from his senior brother's hand and placed it on top of the dry leaves.
The scorching flames quickly made the thirsty leaves become hot, and then they were completely ignited and they sank into it.
When the dry wood that is no longer dry meets the fierce fire, the enthusiasm that bursts out is enough to make people look at it.
Because if you don’t look hard, your eyebrows and eyelashes will be burnt.
The blue sky looked extraordinarily high, with a few white clouds floating there like cotton, motionless.
Under the clear sky, a thick column of smoke rose up, far away from the blazing flames below, and it actually gave me a lazy feeling.
Wu, Senior Brother and others looked at a large sea of fire from a distance, feeling the scorching temperature, and there was fear in their eyes.
Han Cheng was not afraid at all, because this was not the future, and he did not have to worry about someone suddenly coming over like a cat smelling fish, taking him away in a car, and then fined him three thousand yuan and detained him for half a month...
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Under the blue sky and white clouds, smoke pillars rise mistyly, bringing a reassuring atmosphere of human existence to this still primitive era.
God was very kind to Han Cheng, who had seen the celestial phenomena. There was not a trace of wind all day long. This made Han Cheng, who was always ready to put out the fire, breathe a sigh of relief when he led the people to run away quickly if the fire could not be extinguished.
It was not until evening approached that the fire gradually extinguished, leaving only wisps of green smoke slowly rising under the afterglow of the setting sun.
After confirming that the fire would not burn anywhere else, Han Cheng and his tribe members returned to the tribe.
The courtyard wall has been built, but there is actually a little trouble. That is, when they used to go back to the cave, they could just walk wherever it was closest, but that is no longer the case. They have to go around the gate of the courtyard wall before they can return to the courtyard...
The next day, Han Cheng once again led the people in the tribe to remove the courtyard and bring tools to the clearing that had been burned yesterday.
Following Han Cheng's demonstration, everyone spread the burned ashes on the blackened land as evenly as possible.
Then he picked up the tribe's multifunctional weapon - the tree stick and started digging.
However, the stick used for digging soil now has some changes compared to before. That is, the end used for digging soil has become flatter, which is easier to insert into the soil and lift up more soil.
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The soil was lifted up, and the ashes on the ground were mixed with the soil and became entangled.
Because this was the first piece of land in the tribe and it was raw land that had never been cultivated, Han Cheng decided to plow it all before starting to plant rapeseed.
Of course, the present kind of plowing cannot be compared with that of future generations. It will take a long time for the plow to be plowed now, and it will not be as deep as that of later generations.
The current plowing of the ground only covers a depth of about ten centimeters.
This is already a lot of work for the people of the Qingque tribe with simple tools!
The entire tribe's capable people went out together, and it took them six full days to plow this four-acre piece of land.
Of course, this is because there is less land for farming now. If there was more land, Han Cheng would not be able to adopt such a time-consuming and labor-intensive method. Without improving the tools, he can only carry out extremely extensive slash-and-burn farming, with only a small amount of land.
Only then can we carry out intensive farming.
After the floor turned over, it was time to watch Han Cheng's performance.
He poured half of the rapeseed seeds stored in the clay pot into a clay bowl, walked to the edge of the field, reached out and grabbed a handful of cool rapeseeds, and then began to scatter them into the ground.
Of course, this kind of sprinkling is not about sprinkling the whole handful, but loosening your fingers just a crack and moving forward while sprinkling.
With his feet on the soft soil mixed with grass ash, Han Cheng walked forward while sowing seeds.
In a trance, he saw a scene that he could not go back - it was a warm spring, his mother was barefoot, leaning the pot of fertilizer on her waist with her left hand, grabbing the fertilizer with her right hand and spreading it forward as she walked forward.
, the white fertilizer falls like pearls to the ground...
The father, who was also barefoot, held an iron plow in one hand and a whip tied with a red rope in the other, shouting at the two cows to move forward.
A piece of overturned, moist land was left behind.
A little child was sitting on the edge of the ground. In front of him was an elderly man who could put an aluminum kettle on a coal stove to boil water. Next to the aluminum kettle lay a yellow dog, wagging its tail, in a happy mood.
With the little children, you and I eat the peanuts as snacks from the straw hats in the children's arms one by one...
(Today’s update... Then I shamelessly came to ask for votes. With so few updates, I still ask for votes. Such an author deserves to be punished! It’s unreasonable not to be punished!
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