"Whew~Whew~"

The wood that was praised by Han Cheng was very energetic, and after gathering all the rapeseed into a large pile, he took the broom and began to swing back and forth, and the wind brought up blew out the fine impurities on the rapeseed pile.

As he did so, he was looking forward to receiving praise from the Son of God.

Miko did just that last year, and he remembers it very clearly.

Soon, the small impurities on the large pile of rapeseed flew away, leaving only the clean rapeseed.

Wood felt that he was very capable, after all, he had cleaned so much at once.

This mood of the wood was quickly replaced by a tightly knit brow, because Miko came over and casually picked his hand on the clean rapeseed pile, and a lot of impurities came out.

Wood hurriedly fanned with a broom.

But this time he learned smartly, and without waiting for Han Cheng to make a move, he pulled it himself, but it turned out that under the seemingly clean rapeseed pile, it was still dirty.

"Son of God."

This guy who didn't like to talk very much looked at Han Cheng as if asking for help.

For grinding stone tools, he has enough patience to do it, but he is a little helpless for the rape that he doesn't know much about, after all, unknown things are always easy to cause panic and uneasiness.

Han Cheng walked under the gate and felt that the wind of early summer was cool on his body.

He beckoned to the wood that had begun to fan the rapeseed pile with a broom again, and asked him to come and clean the piece under the gate.

After the wood was cleaned, he looked at Miko and wanted to get a new solution from Miko.

Just got Han Cheng's order to run back to the cave *** to get the balloon of the clay pot, and ran over with two clay pots.

He placed the clay pot on the ground and looked at Miko to see what Miko was going to do with something that seemed to him really unrelated to make the rapeseed clean.

Han Cheng didn't let them wait long, and walked under the gate with a clay pot that was not too big and half a jar of rapeseed mixed with impurities, stood still on his side, and let the gate out, this was to not block the wind.

Then lift the pot to chest level and begin to tilt.

The rapeseed inside forms a thin line and slides down to the ground, and the weightless impurities are blown away by the wind, and can no longer be mixed with the rapeseed to fill the number.

At first, the falling rapeseed jumps, but as the number of falling rapeseed gradually increases, and a round steamed bun shape gathers on the ground, they don't go far.

The wood and the balloon watched the magical scene together, admiring and at the same time a little realized.

Wood squatted down, stretched out his hand and carefully picked up the pile of rape gathered at the feet of Miko, and the rapeseed turned out was also clean......

Han Cheng shook his head slightly as he looked at the wood and balloons standing on both sides of the gate, one holding a clay pot and pouring rapeseed down.

It's not that the two of them can't do a good job, but this work will be more convenient and faster with a sieve, especially when there is no wind.

It's just that the current Qingque tribe can't make a decent sieve, mainly because of the lack of raw materials.

It is true that tree strips can be used to weave many things instead of bamboo, but the sieve, the tree strips seem to be powerless.

The main reason is that the tree strips are too thick to weave a fine sieve eye.

If it is split into a very fine kind, and it does not have the toughness of bamboo, it will break if it is slightly broken, and there is no way to weave it.

Nowadays, there is less food grown in the tribe, and the current method can be used to make do with it, and when the time comes, there will be more food, and it will not be like now.

Han Cheng let out a long sigh, there are so many things that need to be done! This time, bamboo will be added to the small book.

When the sun was about to set, this pile of rapeseed was finally served, and it was piled up here, almost more than 100 catties.

It is said that it should not be done until now, mainly because this wind is too faceless, intermittent and intermittent.

The cleaned rapeseed was transported back to the cave in clay pots of wood and packed in large vats, most of which were half jars.

Han Cheng estimated some of the harvest, and couldn't help shaking his head, this mu of land is estimated to barely be able to close eighty or ninety catties, and this is still a wet rapeseed that has just been laid, if it is dried, it is already very good to have seventy catties.

With the subsequent expansion of growth, this yield will be further reduced, because these oilseed rapes are carefully cared for, especially fertilizer, which is sufficient.

Later, production expanded, and it is obviously impossible to think about such care.

Han Cheng was melancholy, but Wu was extremely happy, looking at the rapeseed in this vat with a grinning mouth.

Of course he was happy, last year Miko only planted a crockpot of rapeseed, and the tribe had such a large field of rapeseed, from last year to this year, he did not eat less.

If you plant all these rapeseeds this year, how much rape will your tribe have by then? Wu couldn't imagine it.

Looking at the smiling Wu, Han Cheng couldn't help but sniffle, this yield will be placed in the future generations, and the people who farm the land will definitely be sad, after all, they can't even make money for pesticides and fertilizers......

Han Cheng thought about it and smiled a little helplessly, he can't always compare with the future generations, this kind of yield is really good now, after all, no matter from the perspective of pesticides, fertilizers or varieties, it is far inferior to the future generations......

Take your time!

Han Cheng let out a breath and said to himself, anyway, he didn't have the system to force the establishment of any civilization, and he didn't have the ambition to conquer multiple primitive tribes to unify the world and be the Ninth Five-Year Supreme, he just wanted to make life better for himself and the people in the tribe.

Speaking of which, God is not thin on himself, after all, he didn't get himself a cannibal tribe as soon as he came over, otherwise according to the state he just arrived, he would have already entered the body of which plants he had entered......

Heiwa did not participate in the matter of harvesting rape, and Heiwa did not participate in the construction of the fence, not because Heiwa was lazy, but because he had other jobs to do.

The warm sunlight is spreading on the ground, and the small river is flowing, reflecting the sunlight, making it look sparkling.

There are fish frolicking in the water, and there are quite a few of them.

There's a red dragonfly hovering here, and it can't see its wings moving, but it doesn't fall to the ground, and it's like an airplane.

When he was tired of flying, he stopped on a dead stem protruding from the grass on the shore and remained motionless.

It's a pity that I haven't seen the lotus root, if there is, Han Cheng will definitely read the sentence 'The little lotus shows its sharp corners, and there are dragonflies standing on its head', so that Yang Wanli's poem has not known how many thousands of years have come out.

This is much more powerful than the average historical traveler.

The side of the river is not all flat, there are also some small hills, on the small hill closest to the tribe, at this time there is green smoke rising, Heiwa is busy here.