Up to now, the Qingque tribe has formed two relatively stable festivals.
One is the year that Han Cheng strongly advocated, and the other is the sickle feast before the autumn harvest every year.
The year has a fixed time, but the Sickle Feast does not. It depends on the time of the millet harvest.
The Kaixian Banquet is the last leisure time before the whole busy farming season. After eating this sumptuous meal, people who get up early and work until late during the rest of the busy farming season will not pay too much attention to their food.
Because most of the energy and time are invested in the busy and gratifying autumn harvest.
Compared with the New Year, which is the most leisurely time in winter, the feast before the autumn harvest seemed a bit rushed and crude, but the food was still much richer and more attractive than usual.
This can be seen from the way everyone wiped the sweat from their foreheads and kept digging food into their mouths.
The food that had been prepared for nearly a day was swept away by everyone. When everyone was touching their round bellies and looking comfortably at the large amount of grain that made people happy and was about to be harvested, Han Dashenzi, who had not made any big moves for a long time, came
Go in front of everyone and announce good news to everyone.
This good news is actually a promise, a promise about eating.
In front of everyone, Han Cheng announced to everyone in the Qingque tribe that as long as the people in the tribe had a good autumn harvest, he would make an extremely delicious food for everyone to eat after the autumn harvest.
As soon as such news came out, everyone immediately became excited.
People like Second Senior Brother, who secrete enough saliva, can't help but swallow their saliva just after hearing such a sentence.
The product produced by the Son of God must be of high quality.
After so many years, the people in the Qingque tribe have formed a consensus on this, especially when it comes to food.
So after Han Cheng announced this, the people in the Qingque tribe immediately became excited.
Everyone cheered, and some people had already begun to ask the Son of God what that delicious food was.
However, Han Cheng did not reveal anything this time. He just told them to work hard and after the autumn harvest, they would be able to produce delicious food that would make them intoxicated.
Curiosity knows no time. Han Cheng's words and the deliberate selling off made many foodies in the Qingque tribe feel itchy in their hearts, as if there was a naughty lamb licking them with their tongues.
The soles of the feet are average.
After they talked with each other, they had no idea. The result of the discussion was to carry out the autumn harvest well and harvest all the food as quickly as possible. In this way, they could see and taste the Son of God earlier.
Said delicious food.
Liang knew a little bit, and understood that the food Shenzi was talking about must be related to the small fruit that Shenzi called Sichuan peppercorns.
But Liang had no idea what kind of food the Son of God would use it to make.
Liang didn’t tell more people about the peppercorns.
As someone who knows a little bit about the inside story, he wants to see everyone intoxicated by the delicious food made by the Son of God in the future.
And as a person who knows some of the inside stories, he will also have a wonderful feeling of being together.
I have to say that sometimes people’s ideas are indeed wonderful.
The people of the Qingque Tribe were as excited as chickens during the next autumn harvest, once again proving the simple and crude truth that the power of foodies is infinite.
In addition, the sickles have also been replaced with cannons, from stone sickles and bone sickles to sharper and easier-to-use bronze sickles, so the harvesting speed cannot be too fast.
The autumn sunshine spread wantonly, and a gust of autumn wind that blew by occasionally brought a little coolness to everyone.
The raging autumn tigers and wanton sweat did not dampen the enthusiasm of the Qingque tribe for the autumn harvest.
They moved quickly one by one, cutting down the crops, pushing them back to the field with wheelbarrows, drying them in the sun, and then started to fight...
Dou, the former leader of the Huangguo tribe, was pulling a hemp rope and walking along the road paved with stone slabs.
The hemp rope was rolled into a noose and slung over his shoulder. The other end of the hemp rope was tied to the front of the wheelbarrow.
The wheelbarrow is loaded with high piles of millet. Behind the wheelbarrow, there are old men from the Qingque tribe pushing the wheel and controlling the direction.
People from the original Huangguo tribe joined the Qingque tribe only a short time ago, less than a year.
Although they have learned a lot during the past six months, they have not experienced the autumn harvest and many of them are not very skilled in harvesting crops, pushing carts, and preparing fields.
Therefore, most of them are assigned basically only one task, which is to do a job that does not require much skill and only requires a bit of strength - pulling a car.
Dou pulled the cart and cooperated with the old man from the Qingque tribe behind him to pull the cart to the nearest scene.
In the short space after unloading the truck, Dou turned around and looked around. He looked at the scene of people scattered in the field, cooperating with each other and quickly harvesting crops, and his eyes were full of shock.
He had never experienced so many people working together on a large scale before.
The warm and positive atmosphere generated by everyone's work was also something he had never experienced before.
Being in such a group always makes him arouse his passion unconsciously, and devotes himself to this kind of intense and exciting work with great enthusiasm...
This is really a wonderful feeling.
With the hard work of everyone, there are more and more bare fields around the tribe. Looking from a distance, the entire field of vision becomes wider.
In the scene, more and more haystacks are piled up...
More than half way through the autumn harvest, a cloud came from the sky. The cloud grew bigger and bigger, and finally filled the sky.
As a result, the ongoing autumn harvest stopped. After Han Cheng gave an order, everyone went to the scene to transport the harvested crops, collect and dry the grains, and hurriedly covered the millet with threshed millet poles.
Stacks of stacks of millet...
After a period of chaos, I finally managed to pack everything up before the rain fell.
The falling rain has greatly dampened Qiu Laohu's arrogance and made the air much cooler.
Everyone who had not been idle since the autumn harvest was finally able to make use of this time to give their tired bodies a good rest.
However, not many people in the tribe were happy about this, and there were more people who cursed the damn weather.
Because they have not recovered all the food, rain at this time is likely to make the tribe's hard work for a year in vain!
