Waves of white smoke are rising, and hot fires are burning in the stoves at the Qingque tribe's quarry, as if they are scattered in the surrounding fields, holding different tools and working to produce more food.
Like everyone else, their hearts are full of fire.
At such moments, Han Cheng was not idle either.
At this time, he and Shi Shi were walking on the wasteland that had been burned by the flames but had not yet been reclaimed, carrying a basket with plant ash. They used handfuls of plant ash to circle a large, not very standardized square.
Frame it out.
As the Qingque tribe's cultivated land continues to increase, now, the farthest cultivated land from the tribe has exceeded five miles.
The wasteland that will continue to be reclaimed now has reached the other side of the river, undoubtedly further away from the tribe.
The cultivated land is too far away from the tribe, so it is very inconvenient to cultivate it. The most inconvenient part is transporting grain to the wheat field.
What Han Cheng and Shitou are doing now is to circle a flat and relatively high area far away from the tribe to build a new wheat field.
The old threshing floor will continue to be used. After the new threshing floor is built, the harvest from the surrounding land will be piled nearby.
It is easier to transport threshed grain to the tribe than to transport unthrown crops.
The people working in the fields and the numerous farmlands look very pleasing to the eye.
At this time, Han Cheng suddenly understood why the vast majority of Chinese people had an inseparable attachment to the land.
The land represents hope, white steamed buns, floral skirts, pork during the New Year, and sticky White Rabbit toffees...
The tribe's tasks are still very heavy. In addition to clearing land, cultivating, expanding courtyards and building additional houses, there is another extremely important thing that needs to be done.
This thing is to make a plan for the tribe.
Where people live, where pigs are raised, and where food is stored, these must be distinguished and divided into different functional areas.
As the Qingque tribe's population increases and species increase, a plan must be made in these aspects.
In this way, the courtyard will be orderly, instead of looking messy and crowded as it is now.
Many things need to be done, bits and pieces, but they must be done.
This is life, many things come together, and sometimes if they are not handled well, or if the emotions are out of control, it will turn into a pile of chicken feathers.
The matter of the Tongshan residential area can only be postponed to a later date.
Han Cheng, who circled the scene, patted the dust on his hands and looked up at the busy farming scene around him, sniffling and looking a little helpless.
Spring planting and autumn harvest are equally important and cannot be delayed easily. After all, 'people coax the land, and the land coaxes the belly'.
The witch was not idle either. After feeding the rabbits, he strolled to the rows of granaries.
The granary of the Qingque Tribe has now reached a certain scale, with twenty houses connected in two rows, which is very impressive.
In the entire tribe, apart from the rabbit pen, this is the place where the witch likes to come the most.
Every time he saw the grains in the granary or the grain in the vats, Wu felt particularly happy.
"Have committed evil~"
Wu, who was holding the rabbit in his arms, looked at the granaries that were almost a third empty, and said sadly while petting the rabbit.
Nowadays, the phrase "commit evil" has become the mantra of the shaman. He will say it when he sees the food eaten by everyone in the tribe. He will also say it when he sees a child chewing a big bone without breaking it open and sucking it again.
In the previous sentence, looking at the granary being emptied day by day, he could even visit it several times.
Of course, this kind of sinful emotion only occurs after the older generation becomes rich and healthy.
As he talks about committing sins in his mouth, his inner satisfaction with the current life is also vividly expressed with the sound of "committing sins".
"Wretched!"
Not long after, Wu, who was still in the granary, sighed again, but unlike the previous sigh of satisfaction, this time he was really sad.
At this time, the witch came to the innermost room where the food was stored.
Because it is close to the inside and the road left is narrow, few people come here.
Even a witch who comes to the granary every day to inspect the grain, to indulge his eyes, and to find inner satisfaction, rarely squeezes in here.
In the corner of the innermost granary near the wall, there was a pile of shelled millet piled up at some point.
This is what flows out from the inside of the seed.
The witch, who had always cherished food, saw this and immediately stopped thinking about petting the rabbit. He squeezed the rabbit out and roughly threw it into the rabbit pen.
Then he found a small broom and a small pottery basin, got a small oil lamp and returned to the granary.
"Qi Liu..."
As soon as Wu walked in, several black figures fled in panic and disappeared in an instant, leaving only some panicked "squeaking" sounds.
Wu, who was caught off guard, was so frightened by this unexpected event that his body shook.
The frightened witch soon stopped being frightened, and the fright he had just received was replaced by anger.
Because more than half of the grains flowing out from the grass on the ground have become empty shells, and they have been ruined!
There is a lot of black feces in these millet piles!
"Create...commit evil!"
Holding a handful of ruined millet, Wu's voice trembled.
Through the excrement in front of him, as well as the dark shadows and those "squeaking" sounds he saw in a trance, Wu had now remembered what these damn things were!
mouse!
When did these things living in the wild end up in the granary of their own tribe? And they ruined so much grain!
Primitive people are tough, no matter they are young or old, especially when facing things that have touched their food, they are even more tough.
The shaman, who was trembling with distress, shivered here for a while, then leaned forward and squeezed into the gap, trying to catch all these little things, and throw them to death one by one, holding their legs.
This method obviously cannot deal with these rats that have entered the granary.
After slapping for a while to no avail, the angrily Wu turned around and left the granary. Not long after, he came back with a bronze sword in hand and a bronze ax in hand.
The way he gritted his teeth seemed to add a bit of power.
"Let you eat! Let you eat!"
"Death or death! Death or death!"
The witch stabbed the gap with his bronze sword while gritting his teeth to encourage himself. He wanted to smash all the guys who dared to plunder their tribe's food to a pulp!
However, he obviously underestimated the capabilities of these guys hiding in the corner...
(The first chapter has been delivered, and the second chapter is being typed. If nothing happens, normal updates can resume the day after tomorrow. I will make up for the missed updates as soon as possible.)
