"Jingle ......"

"Jingle ......"

In the shade of the Blue Sparrow Tribe, a sound like this would be heard from time to time.

Although the people of the tribe were accustomed to it, they could not help but look here a few more times at this time, and looked enviously at the lame who was wielding an iron axe to hit a chisel to make a hole in the wood.

The people of the Qingque tribe now have one more problem, that is, after dinner and some other free time, they refuse to rest in the tribe, but go to the small rivers and ditches around the tribe.

Once some rust-like iron bacteria are found, they will happily fill them in jars.

The ease of use of iron tools fascinated the people of the tribe.

Several people who cook often want to slaughter and handle their prey with iron knives and cut their food.

The woman who made the garment wanted an iron knife to cut the skin.

Because the iron knife can not only cut the leather quickly, but also the cut leather is very neat, and the fur on the edge is not easy to be worn off.

"Quack ......"

Looking at the broken bone needle, Xing sighed and turned his gaze to the limp in the shade of the tree and Han Cheng.

If you make a needle out of iron, it will be easier to sew clothes when the time comes......

"Bang...... Bang"

Senior Marksman Sha pulled out the feathered arrow on the target, looked at it in front of him for a while, and put it back into the quiver made by folding the bark in half around his waist.

If an arrow made of iron was attached to a feathered arrow, would it be more powerful?

Can you shoot through this thickened target?

Touching the mark left on the arrow target with his hand, Senior Brother Sha thought distractedly.

You'll be able to shoot through the target!

Thinking of the power of iron knives and axes, Senior Brother Sha clenched his fists vigorously.

It's just that there is too little iron in the tribe, and after making the four utensils, there is no left......

The appearance of iron tools has broadened the horizons of the people of the Qingque tribe a lot, and many people are looking forward to using iron to create more and better tools.

After an autumn rain, the weather turned cooler, and the Qingque tribe is not short of clothes to wear now, and one person and two bodies can still do it.

So even the people who like to show off their muscles bare-chested the most are honestly put on their clothes.

Add an autumn to the three dogs, and similarly, the tail of the autumn tiger is just as unbearable.

As the weather cleared, the temperature rose rapidly, and the moist and warm water vapor mixed with the fishy smell of the earth rose wave after wave.

Han Cheng, who was wearing straw sandals, stood on the edge of the field, looking at this piece of grain with his head lowered, and couldn't help but smile.

Modesty is a good quality, and those who are really capable are generally more humble, and what they are most afraid of is the kind of dissatisfaction with a bottle and wandering around with half a bottle......

For example, the millet bearing heavy fruits lowered its head, and the dog's tail grass, which had also grown for half a year and had not gained much, swayed in the autumn breeze with its head held high, wanting to attract the attention of Han Cheng who was standing on the edge of the ridge.

However, Han Cheng was puzzled, and his eyes only fell on this heavy ear of grain and Bai Xuemei next to him, and he refused to disperse a little elsewhere.

When you step on the edge of the ground with your feet, it is still very wet, so it is not only difficult to walk in the field, but it will also destroy the grain, and more importantly, when you turn the ground again after harvesting, it is extremely difficult to do so, because the ground is trampled solidly.

Looking at the sun hanging in the sky, and then looking at the grain growing in the ground that had matured and had not yet reached the weight of the seeds, Han Cheng still did not give the order to harvest after all.

Wait a minute, now the autumn tiger is powerful, and it will be a lot of work until tomorrow, and it will be okay to go down to the ground when the time comes.

The next day, Han Cheng came to check on the moisture, and it was really similar to what he thought.

However, the expected harvest did not begin immediately.

Han Cheng, Wu, Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother and other people from the Qingque tribe carried a shiny handle in their hands, and walked carefully in the ripe grain field.

From time to time, some millet will be cut off, and the heads of the harvested will be placed in these rafters.

Those who were beheaded were all relatively strong, and the ears of grain were larger than the average ones.

According to the division of the army, even if they are not called generals, low-level officers such as captains and lieutenants can still be compared.

Han Cheng and Wu are also among the thousands of troops, and they can be regarded as beheading officers in the middle of thousands of troops......

Before the official harvest, it is very necessary to select some large ears of millet in the field and store them separately.

The increase in grain production, seeds, fertilizer, farming methods, and water conservancy are all crucial, and genetically modified and hybrid millet will knock Han Cheng out of the, and he can't do it.

All that can be done is to select seeds, survive the fittest, and slowly cultivate high-yield seeds.

Among the many factors that increase grain production, excellent seeds can be called internal factors.

Cultivating the next generation is something that the Qingque tribe has always been doing, whether it is rape, rabbit, chicken or millet now.

After the area of about two acres of land was turned, Tietou and others, who were standing on the ridge of the field carrying stone sickles and bone sickles sharpening knives, began to harvest according to Han Cheng's instructions.

The golden millet rods collide with each other, and under the combined action of the sickle and the palm of the hand, there is a crackling sound.

Sweat slid down his cheeks and body, and the bronzed face and chest, against the golden ears of grain, together weaved a golden dream.

One by one, the grain fell, and after being carried into bundles, it was carried to the threshing field that had been cleared in the tribe.

When the farm is busy, everyone can't be idle.

The women, who were weak or had huge bellies and could not do heavy work, untied the bundles of grain that had been brought back to the scene and spread them on the scene in preparation for the next step of threshing.

The weather is good these days, and God can't help but continue to take advantage of the good weather to knock down the harvested grain and put it in the house as soon as possible, so that this heart can really be put down.

Otherwise, any small accident may make half a year's hard work and hope go to waste.

The minors of the tribe were not idle, but they walked around the fields after harvesting, picking up the ears that had fallen on the ground......

Twenty or thirty acres of land is not too much compared to the current population of the Qingque tribe.

With the help of all the people, in three days, the grain was harvested and transported to the threshing field.

Balloons: A few people who are often familiar with the playing field use wooden forks to slap the sun-dried millet at once.

Stalls, plays, starts, and raises...... After this series of events, a pile of grain was piled up on the scene.

These freshly harvested grains cannot be stored directly, and they need to be dried for a few days before they can be packed in large vats.

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