Eggs cannot be put in one basket. This is a saying that is often mentioned when future generations are doing financial management or making financial investments.
At this time, this sentence was also lingering in Han Cheng's mind.
This is actually the method he came up with after thinking about it for a while to prevent fire in the granary and protect the grain.
Spread out the granaries so that even if one of the granaries catches fire, it won't cause a disaster that could burn the entire camp.
Even if a portion of the food is lost, with the remaining food available, the impact of the destruction of that food on the tribe can be minimized.
Han Cheng thought to himself and felt that this method was indeed a good one.
However, after coming up with such a method, he did not give up thinking and was still thinking about food fire prevention.
Because he always wanted to minimize this possibility, and in his subconscious, he seemed to have seen a better way to store grain than separate storage, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
stand up.
This kind of memory mining has been going on for a long time, but it still ended in failure.
In the end, the dizzy Han Cheng could only put it aside temporarily and ignore it. After all, sleep was still the main thing at night.
However, after lying here for a while, Han Cheng sadly discovered that he was gloriously insomniac.
After lying here and struggling for a while, Han Cheng finally chose to succumb to reality and decided to take a dose of sleeping pills. After all, insomnia ruined the day, which was a big deal.
Bai Xuemei always slept soundly, so Han Cheng did not wake her up. Instead, he moved her towards him, further away from the sleeping little pea, and then started minding his own business.
Bai Xuemei was still sleeping soundly, and the surroundings were quiet.
Han Cheng felt very strange, as if he was lying on a soft cloud, basking in the warm sunshine.
It's like lying in a small boat. The boat flows slowly with the flowing water. The boat occasionally rises and falls. With your ears pressed against the bottom of the boat, you can sometimes hear the sound of the gurgling river water.
Quiet, gentle as water, this is how Han Cheng feels at this moment, and all the previous annoyance gradually disappears.
God knows what kind of sweet dream Bai Xuemei had in her sleep. Under the moonlight, her face looked whiter. At this time, a layer of ruddy color quietly appeared, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth...
Some people hope that the darkness will pass quickly, while others are not happy for the light to come.
But no matter how these people wish, time still moves at its own pace.
It will not be a step faster or a step slower just because of someone’s prayers.
The sky is the first thing to light up every day, and the last thing to darken is the sky. When the fish belly appears in the east and the sky gradually becomes brighter, the earth still looks darker.
At this time, looking towards the eastern sky, it is easy to see the obvious gap between heaven and earth.
The leader of the sheep tribe, who seemed a little dizzy, slowly moved his numb hands and feet, as well as his aching body in many places, while looking at the sky that had just begun to turn white.
At this time in the past, I was still sleeping, and it would take some time before I would get up. First, I would go and see the sheep that were kept in pens. Sometimes I would pick up a few newborn lambs, or lie down in the sheepfold.
On the side, I watched the naughty little lambs one after another, greedily eating the milk.
Some people in the tribe would use the pottery exchanged from the wealthy Qingque tribe to fetch water from the stream, and then put some of the food they took out into the pottery jars for cooking...
Thinking about these things makes people feel particularly comfortable.
But now, he can only huddle in this strange corner, looking at the strange houses where these demons live, quietly waiting for the unknown fate...
In the larger room in the middle of these low domed houses, the female priest of the semi-peasant tribe has also woken up.
After waking up, she did not go out directly as before. Instead, she sat in the still dimly lit room, stroking the smooth and round bowl in her hand.
When she went to bed last night, she always slept with this bowl in her arms.
Time passed by bit by bit, and the light in the room began to gradually brighten.
Sitting on a bed made of hay, the female priest from a semi-agrarian tribe moved her eyes over these pottery vessels, which gradually revealed their true appearance.
After looking at it for a while, she put down the round bowl in her hand, stood up and carefully took over the small jar that didn't look too inconspicuous.
This small jar was covered with a layer of animal skin, and the edges were tied with ropes made of bark.
Last night, the female priest of the semi-peasant tribe was shocked by these bowls and the big clay pot. She only focused on looking at these bowls and clay pots. She was not very eye-catching in terms of size and appearance.
I didn’t pay much attention to the jar, but now I noticed the difference between this small jar and other pottery.
She carefully untied the rope on the clay pot and peeled off the animal skin, but she was very puzzled by what was inside.
She stretched out her hand and pinched some white stuff out of the jar.
Such a thing should be stone powder.
The female priest of a semi-agricultural tribe thought so.
Because she had seen white stones more than once. Someone in the tribe had made utensils out of white stones. After knocking them, the stone fragments looked like these.
What do these people do with such precious jars to hold these stone fragments?
The female priest of the semi-agricultural tribe thought so, and then put the white powder into her mouth.
She has tasted things before, and even now, she sometimes tastes them, so she is very experienced and is prepared to welcome weird tastes.
Even so, after throwing the white stone powder into her mouth, the face of the female priest from the semi-agricultural tribe quickly twitched.
She quickly spit out the water, and it took a while to regain her composure.
She took the jar in her hand again and stared at the stone powder inside as if thinking.
Even with her wisdom, she still couldn't figure out why the people of this tribe carried these unpalatable stone powders with them and packed them in such precious clay pots.
“#￥D……”
The leader of the semi-peasant tribe came in and shouted to her.
This means that it is time to ask the people of the Sheep Tribe, the Qingque Tribe, and how they got the sheep.
With such a major event ahead, the female priest of the semi-agricultural tribe put down the unpalatable stone powder, got up and followed the leader towards the place where the people of the Sheep Tribe were imprisoned...
