In early spring, the Blue Sparrow Tribe.

After the girl called Spring that Han Cheng had been looking forward to came over, the climate slowly warmed up, sniffing hard, and there was a love-like, spring-like breath everywhere.

For today's tribe, the two most important things are spring ploughing and autumn harvest, especially now, after the tribe has more than 200 people at once, making Han Chengdu feel the pressure of food, spring ploughing and autumn harvest are regarded as more important.

Therefore, when the ice and snow had just melted, the people in the tribe basically gave up some unnecessary work at this time, and under the call of Han Dashenzi, they devoted themselves to the great thing of spring plowing with full enthusiasm.

Ploughs, donkeys and deer were all dragged to the fields in early spring.

The brass shovels and pickaxes were all held by people, and they were constantly waved towards the land and fought.

Moreover, because there were too many people working hard, new copper shovels and copper casting heads were not manufactured, so that the bone shovels and stone shovels that had been eliminated for a long time were temporarily pulled out and used.

With the joint efforts of everyone, pieces of land were turned over......

Yuan's expression was dumbfounded, this was the first time she had been in a daze since joining the Blue Sparrow tribe.

In fact, as early as the beginning of spring ploughing, Yuan felt that there were not too many things that would surprise her to such an extent.

Because in this winter in the tribe, she was not idle at all, and with the people in the tribe, she saw a lot of strange things and learned a lot of knowledge.

After going through so many things, she felt that her nerves had become very tenacious, and she could face all kinds of new things in the tribe with a relatively peaceful mind.

However, the idea she had when the ice and snow first began to melt was crushed by the large-scale spring ploughing that followed, and she successfully joined the ranks of true fragrance.

In front of her, the third spouse of the elder brother led a fat, sturdy donkey that had been fed, and walked through the land that had been planted several times.

The elder brother hunched slightly, held the plow and held the whip, and followed behind.

With the pull of the donkey, the bronze ploughshare that slipped into the earth was very happy to wash the dirt away.

The washed earth then rises along the curved bronze ploughshare.

On the way up, he also flipped his body by the way, and when he waited for the roar to fall, he was already buckled there sideways.

As the donkey continued to move forward, the ploughed soil undulated like a wave of mud, which was very beautiful.

Yuan stood here, looking at the rows of buttons here, like waves in the river, arranging the soil, smelling the unique, wet fragrance after the soil was turned over, and the whole person was in a continuous distraction.

When the ice and snow had just melted, standing on the wall and looking at the barely visible edge of the land around the tribe, Yuan was a little distracted.

Because in her opinion, there is too much land that has been cultivated around here!

Even if there are a lot of people in the tribe, digging a pit with sticks, and then throwing some seeds into the pit and stepping on it with their feet, it will take the people of the tribe a lot of time to complete it.

And now, the people of the tribe have once again increased her knowledge.

The tribesmen did not use the kind of petty fight of digging pits with sticks as she had thought, but directly let the donkeys and deer pull this strange tool called the 'plow' by the tribesmen, and turned over the land used!

It's no wonder that there isn't much grass or trees growing in the land around the tribe.

Every year, it's turned over like this, and no tree can grow!

After a long while, when I looked at the donkey who was pulling the plow, I had just had some focus in my eyes, and I lost my mind again.

These big animals, in their own tribe for so many years, their own tribe people, only think about riding when hunting, but never thought that this donkey would be so useful.

If their original tribe had developed this use earlier, they would have been able to grow more crops.

There will be no shortage of food for their original tribe, and the leader will not run so far for hunting to meet the people of the sheep tribe......

This is the wisdom of the Son of God!

Donkeys are such a thing, in their own tribe for so long, the previous priests have seen donkeys, but they have not thought of applying it to the cultivation of crops.

And after coming to the tribe, the Son of God only saw the donkey for the first time, and he thought of such a good way to use it, and the wisdom of the Son of God is really only admirable......

Wu on the side, looking at Yuan's amazed mouth all the time, his heart was very happy, and he no longer had the cowardice of pretending to sleep at night.

Instead, he stood straight, his chest was tall, and his head was raised high, and a refreshing feeling of raising his eyebrows rose suddenly.

And Han Dashenzi, who was constantly sighed by Yuan and raised the height of his heart again and again, did not participate in the great cause of spring ploughing at this time.

Not too far from the tribal wall, there is a ridge.

As the weather warms up, some green sprouts are already showing under the dead grass.

At this time, Han Chengcheng was lying sideways on the ridge that was a little warmed by the sun, and his head was pillowed on the lap of Bai Xuemei, who was sitting on the ridge.

Leather cushions, soft pillows.

There is no wind today, it is just past noon, even though the weather is still a little cold in early spring, but under the shroud of the sun, the body is still warm.

Han Cheng, who leaned his head on Bai Xuemei's lap, heard a 'boom' thunder in his ears.

It's not a thunderbolt from the sky, it's not a spring thunderbolt surging, it's Bai Xue who is pulling off a hair, 'getting it up', tying a small pimple after folding it in half, and then giving Han Cheng 'no-edge' ears here.

Bai Xuemei's fingers rubbed, and her hair also turned.

With a rumbling sound, an itchy but extremely comfortable feeling followed, and Han Cheng narrowed his eyes comfortably.

Not too far away from them, the little pea that walked more and more steadily ran like a little spinning top, and from time to time he would bend down, and seemed clumsy to use his fingers to pick up some treasures he had found.

Stupid tuantuan, lazily following.

The picture is warm, and Han Cheng, who is watching it, wants to freeze time.

Little Pea is a filial child, and after picking up the treasure for a while, he came over and put it in Han Cheng's hand.

If this guy didn't pick up dried sheep eggs, Han Cheng would definitely be very moved......

(There is a change at 10 p.m.)