The roar of the primitive crowd continued, Zhang Heng looked at it for a moment and then went to the cave first, and the bearded man followed, silent!

Zhang Heng looked at the bearded man, as if he saw another self, of course, this is only in terms of the surname, this time he also specially prepared a gift for the beard, but it was placed in the Xia tribe, and it was taken out when the time came.

I didn't rush to plant seedlings, but went to the cave first, and opened the snakeskin bag that the beard carried over, the so-called snakeskin bag is a bag of fertilizer and feed, and the material is shaped like snake scales, so it is called a snakeskin bag, and every villager has it.

There are seven sickles in the pocket, four hoes, three large axes, five aluminum pots, aluminum pots of different sizes, overlapping so much that they do not occupy space in the pocket, and there is also a piece of salt, which is what is prepared for the Spring tribe, and the bag of the Xia tribe is richer.

At first, Zhang Heng was worried that the salt bags would pollute the environment, and the rivers in his family's mountain village had been indirectly polluted by plastic bags. As a result, primitive people regarded the green salt bags as treasures, and either tied the bags to their bodies with rattan like plums, or solemnly stacked them.

Wu collected all the salt bags and placed them neatly on the stone platform, as for the outer packaging is a paper shell, this will not cause pollution!

In the village, the pigweed is cut with a sickle, the rice is cut with a sawtooth sickle, and the hoe is a knife hoe for digging the field, which is more than 20 centimeters wide and very heavy, and only strong men can use it, but it also needs to be sharpened with a hoe and a stick, and the axe also needs to be sharpened with a stick.

After counting for a while, Zhang Heng took a sickle and went out, and in a trance there was a feeling of going to the ground in his hometown village.

"King!" The bearded man suddenly spoke, and his eyes pointed to the scythe in his hand excitedly.

Zhang Heng smiled: "This can't be used, it can't be used as a weapon!" "The scythe really doesn't work, it's too powerful.

I didn't explain much, but when I arrived at the seedling field, I quickly pecked open the root of a plant, revealing a white tuber, which was different from what I imagined before, not a fist type, but grew into a row, ten centimeters long, like ginger, several tuber fruits were connected together, and the old tuber was connected with the tuber of the next plant, which was similar to the root of a bamboo, connected in pieces.

Zhang Heng cut off the connection and grabbed a tuber, there are three of them together, weighing more than a catty, not as large as the sweet potato harvest, but it does not occupy land, can grow intensively, and does not need to be specially cultivated for seedling transplanting, the advantage is still obvious, but I don't know how it tastes.

pinched it with his fingernails, it was very tender, the moisture was more than sweet potatoes, and there was a clear smell of grass when he smelled it, but Zhang Heng didn't dare to eat it rashly, so he thought about it and put it in the cave for the time being, and he had to hurry up and deal with the tiger in the afternoon.

When they arrived at the land below, the roaring of the two tribes finally stopped, Yan confided syllables, and the men of the Kui tribe suddenly walked more than halfway, Zhang Heng looked at the remaining men, and found that their bodies were cleaner, and their eyes were clearer, probably because Yan felt that these men were smarter.

Looking at the remaining firewood ash after the fire was extinguished, Zhang Heng suddenly slapped his forehead, almost forgetting a fairly simple cultivation method, he had thought that planting was too complicated before, in fact, it could be simpler.

The village usually burns the dried rice and grass in the field, and when the land is retained, it will also gather the cut grass together and burn it in the land, the grass ash is a good fertilizer, although he thought of it before, but did not use it, Mr. Lu Xun wrote that when he returned to his hometown, a mother-in-law secretly took away a lot of grass ash from his house, which was stolen as fertilizer.

When cultivating potatoes in the village, the potatoes need to be cut into petals, and then foamed with grass ash to the cut place, which can promote germination, and some crops also use grass ash, which will save fertilizer money.

Of course, Zhang Heng doesn't want to grow potatoes now, because the yield of potatoes is not high, and it can't be eaten raw, although potatoes contain starch, but the starch of sweet potatoes is actually more sufficient, but sweet potatoes are not as delicious as potatoes, but the yield is many times higher than potatoes, and the seedlings of potatoes have no effect, pigs don't eat them, and they can't be compared with sweet potato vines at all.

Shaking his head, Zhang Heng pulled back his thoughts, and called the two witches out of the beast pen together, a large open space outside, leaving only the root stakes of trees, and the rest of the ground was overgrown with weeds, which were almost yellow, but they were the most suitable for burning.

"Come with me and pull out the grass on the periphery first." Although the weather is good today and there is no wind, he must think that when there is wind in the future, he does not want to see forest fires.

"Grass!" Wu said excitedly.

Zhang Heng smiled: "Yes, it is to pull weeds and reclaim the land, but this is different from last time." Without much explanation, he beckoned everyone to start work, and more than a dozen men from the Kui tribe quickly learned to pull out the grass in the direction pointed by Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng pulled the two witches, drew a circle on the ground, and then pointed to the edge of the circle and said, "This is the land inside, and the grass outside the land must be pulled out......

The two witches nodded excitedly from time to time, and they didn't know if they really understood.

Zhang Heng beckoned everyone to pile up the hay on the wooden stakes left after cutting, and asked the women of the Spring tribe to bring some dry firewood, primitive people have the habit of piling up firewood, and they have enough firewood stored all year round.

"Burn, burn!" Zhang Heng roared, first raising a fire stick and lighting a stake fire.

"Fire!" "Fire!" The two witches roared loudly.

The effect is obvious, the primitive people have taken action, lit one fire after another, and the weeds that have not been pulled out have also been ignited, Zhang Heng roared loudly and beckoned everyone to withdraw quickly, at this time it was already thick smoke rolling, and if you stay inside, you will be stunned if you stay inside!

"King!" Wu confides syllables.

Zhang Heng nodded, but did not respond, quietly watched the flames burn, the smoke drifted into the forest, countless birds flew wildly, even the birds of prey hovering in the sky flew away, and the roar of the beasts became farther and farther away, and the flames could make the animals instinctively fearful......

It didn't take long for the weeds to burn clean, but the wooden stakes were still burning, and they could burn for a long time, and there was resin in the book, which flowed out as soon as it was roasted by the firewood above, and then it would burn, and if it was a pine tree, it would not be extinguished for a long time, or even for a few hours.

Zhang Heng didn't care about the burning stakes, called two witches to the periphery, squatted down and pinched a handful of grass ash and looked at it, nodded with satisfaction, and then touched the land, which was a little hot, but it was still not enough, and the land was still very hard.

When the rice and grass in the field are burned, the land in the field becomes soft, and the oxen save a lot of effort when plowing the field.

Thinking of this, he roared: "Firewood, bring some more firewood." ”

Soon a fire burned in front of him, this time not only weeds, but also branches, which had been saved from the construction of the fence.

Half an hour later, the fire was extinguished, Zhang Heng put his finger into the soil, smiled with satisfaction, and roared loudly: "Wu, come and see, see clearly." ”

As he spoke, he grabbed out a handful of dirt, which was simply impossible before it was burned.

"King!" Wu excitedly grabbed a handful of dirt.

But Yan's eyes were full of doubts, Zhang Heng smiled: "After burning, the soil will be soft, and you can easily turn over the soil, and only after turning the soil can you plant sweet potatoes, plant sweet potatoes!" ”

"Sweet potato!" There was still a thick incomprehension in Yan's eyes.

Although Zhang Heng was more patient, he didn't want to do repetitive things, so he roared: "Wu, teach Yan to turn over the soil and plant sweet potatoes." Fortunately, it didn't take long for Wu to understand what he meant.

Seeing the excitement of the two old men, Zhang Heng's thoughts drifted away, in this way, by burning weeds and residual wood roots, not only can it be convenient to turn over the soil and plant, but the ashes after burning will become the natural fertilizer of the land, which does not need a hoe, nor a sickle, he hopes that sweet potatoes will be promoted by the two witches, so that more primitive tribes can plant sweet potatoes, away from the difficulty of no food in winter.

"Tribes, there will be more tribes in the future, more big tribes, and what does he want?" Zhang Heng was a little confused for a moment, this kind of confusion had never been before, and he recovered after a while, now that he has money, his family will get better and better, he can go to college later, and there is this primitive space, the future is bright, the so-called confusion should not have appeared......

ps: The third update arrives, everyone has time to add buckle groups, there are a lot of vacancies, the group number is in the page introduction of the book, come and join the primitive tribe family.