In a luxurious room with several pieces of pottery fixed on the roof, a primitive woman who looked older than the priest of the hunchbacked primitive tribe was sitting on a cushion made of stacks of straw.
She looks very old. There are not only layers of wrinkles on her face, but also many age spots on it.
There is a string of beads hanging around her neck. Some of these beads are pottery, some are copper, some are stones, and some are bones...
Although the materials are different, the sizes are basically similar.
These beads are not particularly round, but each one looks smooth and shiny.
Especially those copper beads, even if there is no sunlight shining on them, they still give people a shiny feeling.
This is the result of wearing it close to the body all year round and the old primitive woman always stroking it with her hands.
Well, this kind of behavior and results can be summed up in two words-disk it!
The size of the beads is not small, and the size of the bead string naturally looks large.
However, hanging such a large string of beads around the neck of this old primitive man will not make people think that the old primitive man is thin, but it will give people a feeling of complementing each other.
This is mainly because this female primitive is not small and has a lot of meat on her body. Although she is old, she still has a lot of meat. When she sits there, she is not small.
According to the eyes of people of this era, this old female primitive should be extremely beautiful, but no one would think this old female primitive is beautiful.
This is not because people's aesthetic values have changed in this era, but because she has no nose.
The place where the nose should be should not only not protrude, but also sink a little, leaving only two dark holes.
This makes her look very ugly, and some people are even afraid of her.
This is what the witches of this tribe must experience.
If you want to become a witch in the tribe, you must cut off your nose.
Moreover, people who become witches cannot, like other female primitives, hide in the grass with male primitives, and cannot give birth to their own children.
I don’t know when this tradition was passed down, and the people in the tribe don’t know its intention.
However, they still passed down such rules and abided by them with all their heart. No one dared to break them.
This fat witch who looked old was sitting here, gently stroking the string of beads hanging around her neck with one hand, with an intriguing smile on her face.
Although she is old, her ears are very good, and she can hear the conversations outside.
It was precisely because she heard the conversation outside that she showed such an expression.
More exquisite pottery?
Pottery that is more exquisite than the pottery of your own tribe?
How is this possible!
My own tribe is the most powerful.
The pottery of my tribe looks so perfect, how could there be any pottery more exquisite than the pottery of my tribe?
People out there who say such things are really stupid.
She was thinking this in her mind, and was about to ask the people in her tribe to ignore them.
As a result, the man from his tribe had already walked in, seemingly holding a small pottery carefully in his hand.
The light at the door was blocked by the body of the man who came in, causing the pottery in his hand to be in the dark, so the miko couldn't see clearly what the pottery looked like for a while.
Seeing the behavior of this person from her tribe, she couldn't help but shake her head.
This person is still not good, he actually believed the words of the person outside so easily.
He said that his tribe has more exquisite pottery than his own, is it true?
Why don't you know how to identify it?
However, this person had already come in with something, so she didn't let him out again.
Anyway, she was just sitting here with nothing to do, so she reluctantly took a look and it didn't matter.
In such a mood, this person carefully bent down, muttered some words, and passed his hands forward so that their miko could see this particularly fine pottery.
The witch listened reluctantly, and glanced at the pottery he held in his hand without paying much attention. After seeing the appearance of this thing clearly, her eyes immediately couldn't move away.
“#￥4@2……”
She said excitedly, and reached out to take the exquisite pottery from this man's hand, her movements were more careful than this man's.
Holding it in both hands, she put the pottery in front of her eyes and looked at it carefully, with various expressions in her eyes.
Some are shocked, some are disbelieving, some are extremely fond...
All the previous disdain disappeared.
Before that, she had always thought that the things from her tribe were the best, especially pottery, salt and copper.
Except for their own tribe, the other tribes don't even know how to make these things, let alone make pottery that is more exquisite than their own tribe's pottery.
But now, there was such a piece of pottery placed in front of her.
As a miko, she is extremely familiar with pottery.
In their tribe, if you want to become a witch, you need to cut off your nose before you reach adulthood. Then this group of people is called by the previous witch into a valley to secretly teach how to make pottery and how to use it.
Things make copper, and those beautiful coppers are made into weapons.
After a long period of time, the one among them who masters these things best will become the next miko.
As for the rest, they all became losers.
Losers have no power.
The price for their failure was to stay in that valley and make these two things until they died, unable to leave that valley again.
As a leader among those people at that time, the old miko was certainly no stranger to pottery making.
With just one glance, she could tell that this small pottery was far superior to the pottery made by their tribe!
She held this exquisite pottery in her hand and looked at it carefully for a while. The more she looked at it, the more exquisite it became. The more she looked at it, the more she felt sincere admiration and admiration for the person who made such pottery.
After holding it in her hand and looking at it carefully for a while, the old miko suddenly stood up from the cushion.
Then he moved his steps and walked towards the door at a slow speed.
After a while, she walked out of the house and walked towards the hunchbacked primitive man and his party who were standing there waiting.
They were stunned for a moment when they looked at this old, hunchbacked primitive female who had a lot of flesh on her body and was dressed very strangely.
They had never thought that such a person lived in such a gorgeous house.
This powerful and wealthy tribe, the most respected witch, actually looks like this!
Not only the hunchbacked primitive man and his party were stunned, but the man who entered the room with the pottery was also a little stunned for a moment.
Their miko actually walked out of the house again!
You must know that since the witches of their tribe became real witches, generally speaking, they would not leave the house easily.
But now, she walked out of the house without any hesitation.
What caused this behavior was the small and exquisite pottery brought by this tribe.
The old witch ignored the shock of these people. She walked directly in front of the hunchbacked primitive people and raised her hand holding the pottery bowl.
“#￥45%……”
When she spoke, her voice was hoarse and she spoke too fast because she was too excited. As a result, the hunchbacked primitive man did not quite understand what she meant.
It wasn't until the witch repeated it for the second time that the hunchbacked primitive man realized that she was asking him where he got this precious pottery.
“#￥@3……”
The hunchbacked primitive man opened his mouth and told the witch about their previous encounters.
The miko stood here and listened carefully.
After doing this for a while, the hunchbacked primitive man opened the package he was carrying and took out the gourd carefully wrapped in animal skin.
The gourd contains salt produced by the Qingque tribe.
Previously, the priest of the hunchbacked primitive tribe had poured it into a bowl. When they set off from the tribe, they carefully poured it into the gourd.
The noseless witch gently placed the bowl in her hand on the ground, then reached out to take the gourd handed over by the hunchbacked primitive man, and opened it carefully.
Then tilt the gourd on its side and pour out the salt.
The finely crushed salt that was smashed by the stone mortar turned into a thin line and fell into the bowl along the mouth of the gourd.
The miko who watched this scene without blinking was once again shocked.
She put down the empty gourd, carefully picked up the bowl of salt with both hands, and brought it close to her eyes to look at it carefully.
His eyes were full of surprise.
This salt is exactly what the hunchbacked guy said, there is no sand or soil.
This was the first time she had seen salt without sand.
For as long as I can remember, all the salt I have seen is sandy. I have never thought before that the sand in table salt can actually be removed, and it can be removed so cleanly.
Just like before she saw this exquisite pottery bowl, she had never thought that pottery could be made so exquisitely.
She looked at it carefully for a while, and then asked the man who came out of the room to fetch some water in a clay pot and get firewood, and then boiled water and cooked rice in the open space.
The clay pot used to draw water has three cylindrical legs at the bottom. You can put it on the ground and stand there.
This kind of clay pot is very convenient for boiling water and cooking. At least you don't have to find stones to support the pot.
Once you put the clay pot there, you can burn it directly with fire.
Soon a flame was lit, and after a while, the food was cooked.
The miko took it upon herself to scoop out two and a half bowls of rice from the jar.
The utensil she uses to serve rice is also round, but there are still some differences from the bowls of the Qingque tribe.
In order to facilitate writing and reading, it is also called a bowl.
After doing this, the witch got some salt from the Qingque Tribe and put it into a bowl and stirred it evenly.
Then I got some salt from their tribe, put it into another bowl, and mixed it evenly.
She first picked up the bowl of rice with the Qingque Tribe's salt, brought it to her mouth and took a bite.
When a mouthful of rice entered her mouth, her eyes couldn't help but light up.
She originally wanted to take just one bite and then try the rice with her tribe's salt, but she couldn't help but take several more bites before she finally endured it with great perseverance.
She put down the bowl with not much food left and picked up another bowl of rice.
After taking just one bite, she couldn't help but frown.
In the past, she tasted food that was added with her tribe's salt.
But now, when the delicious food was in her mouth, she didn't feel the deliciousness at all, and even wanted to spit it out.
It doesn't matter that it has a bit of a bitter taste, but the key is that there is some sand mixed in, which makes it extremely unpleasant to eat.
She frowned and swallowed the mouthful of food.
After taking one bite, you never want to take another bite.
She put the bowl down, then picked up the bowl with a little food left, brought it to her mouth and started eating happily. In a short time, she had eaten all the food in it. There was not even a bit left.
.
"Huh~"
After putting down the clean bowl, the miko couldn't help but let out a long breath, which was very comfortable.
Her eyes fell on the exquisite pottery bowl beside her and the salt in the pottery bowl, and she became excited and eager.
This is what table salt should look like!
“@#￥4@……”
She once again held the pottery bowl and the salt inside her arms, refusing to let go.
At the same time, he kept saying some words to the hunchbacked primitive man.
What she meant was that if such things could be given to their tribe, they would be willing to exchange them with food.
The hunchbacked primitive man, who had been instructed by the priest of his tribe, had such a plan, and he agreed immediately after hearing the words.
However, he said that in order to get these two things, they paid a lot of food, so they could no longer exchange for these two things according to the previous exchange method.
After understanding what the hunchbacked primitive man meant, the old miko agreed without any hesitation.
In her opinion, these two things are so good that it is necessary to exchange more food. Anyway, their tribe is not short of food.
Even if the hunchbacked primitive man didn't say so, she would still take the initiative to increase the amount of food exchanged.
The amount of food used in the exchange was less, and it was not worthy of the status of these two exquisite foods.
So, under her personal auspices, the exchange began again.
This primitive exchange is simple yet cumbersome and does not require too much description.
All you need to know is that after such an exchange, almost a quarter of the things brought by the hunchback primitive people returned to their hands.
Such a result made the hunchbacked primitive people extremely happy, and the hunchbacked primitive people's mouths almost reached behind their ears.
As early as when he left his own tribe for this tribe, their wise priest told him that these two things should be able to be exchanged for a lot of things in this wealthy tribe.
Now, after some exchange, it turned out to be like this, and what was gained from the exchange was more than what the wise priest said.
The hunchbacked primitive people did not take these foods back, but used them to exchange for some pottery and salt soil from this tribe.
After this transaction, the hunchbacked primitive people were no longer afraid of this strange-looking witch.
He imitated the tribe's behavior, folded his hands and put them on his head, and then saluted the witch seriously.
"@￥%%......"
The witch holding the exquisite pottery tightly spoke to him, meaning to ask them to find the tribe that could produce these two things as soon as possible.
Their tribe is still willing to exchange with them at the price just mentioned.
The hunchbacked primitive man, who was already overjoyed, became even more grinning from ear to ear after understanding what the witch meant.
He nodded repeatedly, raised his chest as high as possible, and then beat it hard with his hands to express his determination to do this.
After seeing such a scene, the noseless miko laughed happily.
With her nose missing, her smile was not good-looking at all, and could even be described as terrifying. But in the eyes of the hunchbacked primitive people and the others, her smile was so beautiful.
If the language he mastered was not systematic enough and some things were not easy to express, the hunchbacked primitive man would definitely say to the witch - your smile is so beautiful, like a spring flower...
After bowing respectfully to the smiling witch again, the hunchbacked primitive man and his party packed up the pottery and other things they had obtained in exchange.
Part of it was tied to the back of the animal, and the other part was either held or carried by others. Under the guidance of the previous person, they turned around and left here, walking along the road they had walked before, through the many
strange cave and left here.
After walking forward for a while, the hunchbacked primitive man couldn't help but look back and saw that the witch of this tribe was still standing here, watching them leave and smiling at them.
Such a scene made the hunchbacked primitive man feel even warmer in his heart.
He also smiled at the miko, and left here under the leadership of the man who led them in.
The witch standing here watched the hunchbacked primitive man and his entourage leave, and stood here for a while longer before holding the exquisite pottery and delicious salt in both hands, and carefully walked into the room where the witches of all generations lived.
She came into the room and sat down again. After a while, the smile on her face did not completely disappear.
After staying here for a while, she stood up again and walked out of the room.
"@#4￥!"
After walking out of the room, she stood here and shouted loudly. After a moment, several people holding weapons made of bronze ran over.
After the old miko said a few words to them, she led these people towards the mountain that was not too far from their residential area.
During the walk, these people with bronze weapons in their hands were always around the old witch, protecting her.
The group of people walked like this, slowly approaching the mountain.
There was smoke rising from the mountains in front of me.
The witches and the others did not go climbing, but came to a valley.
At the mouth of the valley, a relatively rough wall was built with stones and mud, with a door on the wall.
There are four copper rings on the door, two copper rings in a row, one above and one below.
Each row of copper rings is covered with strong sticks. The sticks are relatively long, and both ends are blocked on the walls on both sides of the door.
This kind of operation can make it impossible for people inside to open the door from the inside.
The witch came to stand in front of the door, and a man stepped forward, took out two sticks from inside and put them aside, and then stretched out his hand to push the door open.
The witch holding a pottery bowl in her hand walked in.
These people also walked in.
On weekdays, the witches don't come out of their rooms, so they are the ones who transport food into the valley and transport the pottery and other things made there.
The valley is not all stones, there is also a lot of soil.
Walking a little further inside, you can see some people busy here.
Some people are making clay embryos there, while others are carrying the prepared clay embryos to dry.
There are also some bulges where smoke is coming out.
This is the process of firing the clay embryo that has been made and dried.
The people who are working are all women, but like the witches, these people have no noses.
The age of these people is roughly divided into three groups. One group is about the same age as the miko. The number of these people is the smallest, only four.
The second group is women in their prime, who are the main force in making these things. The remaining group is the youngest, some are adults, and some are not yet adults.
The first two groups of older people are the losers in the competition for shrine maidens, while the remaining younger ones are the contenders for the next shrine maiden.
Seeing the miko coming in person, these people all stopped what they were doing, and like the people outside, they folded their hands together and put them on their heads to salute.
Some sharp-eyed people had already seen the exquisite pottery held by the witch, and their eyes suddenly widened.
Most of the younger people looked at the miko with respect and envy, hoping that they could win and become a miko one day.
However, such a wish is not easy to realize. Except for the lucky one, everyone else will have to work here for the rest of their lives.
Just like those few gray-haired people, they are already so old and still cannot leave the valley.
“@34#￥4……”
The witch looked at everyone for a few times, then spoke and raised the hand holding the pottery bowl.
Everyone's eyes were focused on it, and after seeing the appearance of the pottery, they all opened their mouths.
As people who make pottery, they can understand what the pottery in front of them represents far better than anyone else.
After receiving the witch's permission, these people all gathered around and looked at the pottery in shock and fascination.
“@#￥wt……”
After a while of this, the miko spoke again.
She was asking these people if they could also make such exquisite pottery.
After understanding what the witch meant, these people shook their heads.
Even those who were good at pottery among them were shaking their heads.
This kind of pottery is so exquisite that it is completely beyond their capabilities.
Seeing such a scene, the witch was not disappointed. She had a clear understanding of the level of pottery making in her tribe.
"@￥3t..."
After a slight pause, the witch spoke again, this time her words were a bit long.
However, these people did not show her long talk at all. Moreover, as she spoke, these people's eyes became brighter and brighter, and their people became more and more energetic. They looked better than when they just saw this exquisite pottery.
When eating a bowl, I feel more energetic.
It is not surprising that they are in such a state, because the miko just said that no matter which one of them can make pottery of this level, the next miko will be hers.
No matter how old the person is.
How could these people be upset after hearing such news?
Even those people who were about the same age as the miko became energetic.
After staying here for a while and talking to these people, the witch turned around and left.
Go deeper into the valley.
After walking inside for a while, a lot of gravel appeared on the ground.
There was a clanking sound coming from inside, someone was busy here.
There are more people working here than those making pottery outside.
These people also have no noses, and their origins are the same as those outside.
Seeing the witch come in, these people stopped what they were doing and saluted the witch.
The witch calmly accepted everyone's salutes. After looking around for a while, she said a few words to everyone and then left.
She didn't tell these people about making that kind of fine pottery.
The people who stay here are actually also good at making pottery. After all, they all learned pottery and copper together in the beginning.
It's just that after the miko of that generation are selected, the remaining people will be divided into groups based on their studies at that time.
Those who are better at making pottery will make pottery, and those who are better at making copper will make copper here.
These people were not as good as those outside in making pottery before, and after so many years, they are even more inferior.
If the people outside can't make that kind of pottery, let alone the people inside.
After staying here for a while, the witch returned from here under the protection of several people, and took the exquisite pottery bowl away with her before leaving.
Only a witch like her is qualified to possess such a precious thing.
After walking out of the valley and closing the door of the valley from the outside, the witch holding the pottery bowl returned to her place of residence.
In the room filled with many pottery vessels and salt contained in the pottery pots, the miko was the only one staying here. The excitement just now had left her behind with her return.
She carefully looked at the pottery bowl in front of her, and then looked at the many pottery in the room. The more she looked at it, the more she felt that this pottery bowl was exquisite, and the pottery from her own tribe was far inferior to it.
After looking at it for a while, she sighed and shook her head.
She knew that with her own tribe, it was basically impossible to make such exquisite pottery. Even if she had said those words and given those conditions to the people in the valley not long ago, these people would have basically
It is impossible to make such pottery.
Because the gap between the two was really too big before.
With these things in mind, she raised her head and cast her gaze in the room in the direction where the hunchbacked primitive man and his party had left.
If your own tribe wants to obtain more of this exquisite pottery and that delicious salt, you may have to rely on these people.
These people must find a tribe that can produce these two precious things. Only in this way can their tribe get more of these two things.
You can even learn how to make these two precious things...
As she thought this, a look of hope and anxiety appeared on her face.
After sitting here and thinking like this for a while, the old-looking miko got up and walked to a place in the room.
There is a thick stone slab placed against the wall. Red stripes outline a very abstract pattern on the stone slab.
Some are like tigers, and some are like leopards. If Han Cheng were here and saw this pattern, he would definitely think of it as a ferocious kitten with some cuteness in it.
Because the totem of this tribe is a tiger outlined with red lines, this tribe is called the Red Tiger Tribe.
After the witch of the Red Tiger Tribe came here, she placed the pottery bowl of the Qingque Tribe in her hand in front of the patterned stone slab, then sat down cross-legged, raised her two hands, and placed them one on the left and one on the right.
On top of his head, he closed his eyes and kept mumbling.
This is obviously a prayer to the gods of their tribe...
All the flower buds on the branches outside the window of the tree house have bloomed, and a rich fragrance floats along the open window and into the tree house together with the sunlight.
The hunchbacked primitive man was sitting cross-legged on the floor covered with beast furs, talking with joy on his face. Opposite him, sitting was the old and wise priest of their tribe.
The old priest also sat here with his legs crossed, listening carefully to what the hunchbacked primitive man said, with a smile on his face.
Because the houses that this tribe lives in are built on trees like bird's nests, this tribe is called a nest tribe.
After doing this for a while, the hunchbacked primitive man told the old priest all about the situation they encountered in the nearby Red Tiger tribe.
After hearing the whole process, the smile on the face of the old priest of the Youchao tribe became even brighter.
He nodded vigorously, then touched his own forehead with his hand, and then put his hand on the forehead of the hunchbacked primitive man and touched it to express his approval for this matter and praise for the hunchbacked primitive man and his party.
The hunchbacked primitive man couldn't help but smile when he received the compliment, and he was extremely happy...
After a day, the tree house of the Nest Tribe once again became lively. The pottery and salt exchanged from the Red Tiger Tribe were sorted out.
Some of them were tied to the back of the animal, and the rest was carried by themselves.
In addition to these goods, they also carried some food on their backs to eat on the road.
The animals owned by their tribe are so big that one animal can carry more cargo than several people can carry together.
Despite this, the animal seemed not to feel the weight at all, and still moved at the same pace as in the past, walking forward with the crowd under the guidance of the hunchbacked primitive people.
The old priest of the Nest tribe also came down from his tree house along the ladder-like tool to see off the hunchbacked primitive man and his party.
No matter whether it was the person seeing him off or the person preparing to leave, no one felt any sadness or reluctance.
On the one hand, this is because this is the main way for their tribe to obtain food, and they have long been accustomed to such things. On the other hand, it is because they are all full of expectations for this long journey.
Looking forward to finding that mysterious tribe and exchanging many precious things from that mysterious tribe.
These precious things were then transported to the nearby Red Tiger Tribe, in exchange for more food from the powerful and wealthy Red Tiger Tribe.
Because I have great expectations for the results, I don’t care much about the difficulties on the way forward and the separation.
The group of people gradually left the residential area. The people from the Nest Tribe stood here and watched for a while. After they left, they spread out in this area to get food.
The old priest of the Nest Tribe climbed back up the ladder to the wooden house where he lived.
When he came inside the house, he did not open the window this time.
He sat down facing the trunk of the big tree inside the tree house, folded his hands on his forehead, closed his eyes and lowered his head without making a sound, and thus began his prayer.
When people who don't know see his appearance, they just think that he is dozing here with his head down...
Spring is coming, and the whole world seems to be radiating warmth.
Here in Jinguan City, the depression in winter is no longer visible and has been replaced by vitality.
Looking around, the surrounding area is green, with other colors dotted among the green.
This is a blooming flower.
In the shed in the inner courtyard of Jinguan City, Han Cheng was bent over, holding a water ladle in his other hand to water the water.
The gourd seeds I clicked earlier have sprouted, and there is a tender bud in the middle of the two oval leaves, which looks very beautiful.
When Han Cheng sprayed it with water, it became even greener.
Not far from Han Cheng, Fu Jiang, who had become a mother again, was squatting there, looking a little lazy.
Beside it, several furry, round little guys were playing with each other, clumsily like a few meat balls rolling, which looked extremely fun.
Such a little puppy is at a timid and curious age.
A little guy noticed what Han Cheng was doing and found it very strange, so he ended his play with the other little guys and stood here wagging his tail and tilting his head to look.
After watching it for a while, it seemed that he still didn't understand what the strange-looking guy in front of him, who didn't look like a dog at all, was doing, so he moved his short legs, dragged his chubby body towards this side, and used
His little black nose sniffed a gourd seedling that had just been watered by Han Cheng.
Before the little nose touched the gourd seedling, the little guy flew into the air.
It wasn't Han Cheng's feet that moved, but Fu Jiang, the big dog, came over and bit the little guy's neck, and picked it up.
After holding it away from the gourd seedling, he put the little guy down, and Fu Jiang himself lay down on the ground, continuing to enjoy the warm sunshine.
The little guy who seemed extremely honest when he was picked up by Fu Jiang soon became dishonest after he got down on all fours.
It stood there for a short while, then shook its little head and happily continued to jump towards the gourd seedling.
Fu Jiang, who had just been lying on the ground, had to stand up again when he saw this. When Coyotito's nose was about to touch the gourd seedling, he spoke again, picked it up and took it away from here...
Where the rice seedlings were planted, Han Cheng, his second senior brother and others had used not too thick sticks to arch "bows" on the ground.
These rice seedlings are growing very well, with some dark green color, and they look very strong and very nutritious at first glance.
The seedlings grown by two different methods look similar, but I can't tell which method is better.
But one thing is certain, the seedlings cultivated using these two methods will definitely grow better than spreading husked rice directly into paddy fields.
Looking at these emerald green seedlings in front of him, Han Cheng felt very good. It can be described as so beautiful that it can fly.
After looking at the seedlings here for a while and carefully pulling out a few weeds mixed in with the seedlings, Han Cheng left here with his hands behind his back and walked toward the east side of Jinguan City.
Because everyone has been committed to the development of paddy fields on the west side, the east side of Jinguan City has basically not been developed.
But there won't be any free time here.
After all the relatively easy-to-develop waters nearby are developed, Han Cheng is going to have some canals built to guide some water here.
But in time, this place can also be turned into a rice field and rice can be grown.
Because it is not too far from the water, the amount of this project will not be too large.
A piece of land has actually been opened up here. The area is not too big, about an acre or so.
This land has also been cultivated.
Unlike the flat paddy fields, people have dug ditches here.
There is nothing else planted. What is buried in these longs are sweet millet stalks that have been cut into pieces.
Such a good thing that can produce a lot of sugar has not been forgotten by Han Cheng. Last autumn, he had someone cut down the mature sweet millet stalks on the other side of the water.
A small number of people in the tribe took it to practice teething, while the rest dug a cellar and stored it in the cellar, which was also covered with some sand.
When spring comes, some buds will grow on these sweet millet stalks.
While most of the people were busy working on the paddy fields, Han Cheng called out some people and spent two days burying these sweet millet stalks in the ground according to some methods he remembered.
At this time, rows of young shoots grew along the long lines, which looked a little like sorghum and a little like corn...
