"Brush~Brush......"

Han Cheng and a few other people who had been following him to serve these seedlings these days scooped up the water in the jar with a water scoop and splashed it on the seedlings that were growing happily one by one.

I don't know if it's because the racial talent of farming in the bloodline is playing a role, Han Cheng, who didn't have much contact with the farm in the field in later generations, has now become fond of contact with the land.

Watching the seeds that he sprinkled slowly break out of their shells and grow shoots under his care, watching these shoots slowly grow and eventually bear fruit, his heart can't help but be full of joy.

Of course, there is a premise that you don't let him plant on a large scale.

Once planted on a large scale, this kind of thing will not become enjoyable, but will become a kind of torture.

At this time, it is already the time when the sun is setting, and as the sun gradually moves away, the temperature is slowly decreasing.

After watering the seedlings, Han Chengcheng and the rest of the people picked up the grass fence placed on the side and pressed it one by one on top of the seedlings.

Because of the presence of bows made of sticks, the mulch does not crush the seedlings.

This is a means of keeping the seedlings warm.

Originally, it was best to cover it with an impermeable plastic sheet, but there was no such high-tech thing in the tribe, so it had to be replaced by something like this.

Although the effect is far less than that of plastic sheets, it is still somewhat useful, and it is better than not covering.

After these things were done, it was almost dark, and there was smoke rising from Jinguan City, which seemed to merge with the dusk, and some of the women who had returned from the fields in advance were cooking.

Those who were working in the fields in the distance also carried their tools and rushed from the fields to the tribes.

As everyone walked, they chatted with each other, enjoying this moment of leisure and tranquility.

Han Cheng, who straightened his waist, looked around, and only felt that all this that was eye-catching could be included in the painting......

At night, a bonfire is lit in a room in Jinguancheng, and a circle of children sits around the campfire.

These children held the textbook in their hands, and with this firelight, they followed Han Cheng, the guy who is also the principal of the Qingque School, and read the texts in the textbook seriously.

After teaching it several times in a row, Han Chengcheng lit a fire in the middle of the room, and asked the children to return to their seats to read the text aloud.

As for Han Cheng, the son of God, he got a moment of leisure.

I brought a broken clay pot from the side, put it on top of the brazier, then took out two handfuls of soybeans from my pocket and put them on top, and began to simmer the soybeans here slowly.

After a while, the aroma of fried soybeans fills the room.

The sound of reading in the room became quieter, and some children sniffed their noses vigorously, and their eyes secretly glanced at Han Cheng, who was seriously simmering soybeans with his head down.

Some people couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Han Cheng didn't pay attention to this, as if he hadn't noticed it, he just lowered his head and simmered his soybeans seriously.

The sound of reading in the room was only low for a moment, and soon it became louder again, louder than before.

In the sound of reading, Han Cheng also simmered the soybeans.

He put two sticks on either side of the broken pot and transferred it from the brazier to the earth to cool it.

After waiting for a while, the soybeans became cool, touched one and put it in his mouth, chewed it with his big teeth, and in the crunching sound, his mouth was full of burnt aroma.

If you put a small bowl of wine next to you, bring it to your lips and take two sips, it will be even more wonderful.

In the past, when Han Sung was in school, the teacher always had to prevent students from eating snacks in class.

Now that it's his turn to be a teacher, the students below won't eat snacks in class, but he, a teacher, eats here openly.

Seeing that Han Cheng began to slowly throw soybeans into his mouth, these children who were reading became more energetic in reading, and two of them had already buckled the textbooks in their hands on the desks made of mud and tried to memorize.

When Han Cheng casually ate the twenty-third fried soybean, a child from the tribe came to Han Cheng with a book in his hand, and chanted words in his mouth as he walked.

Han Cheng took the textbook from his hand, and the kid immediately began to recite it.

Han Cheng looked at the textbook in his hand, and after the kid finished memorizing it, he nodded with satisfaction, picked up the red pen, and wrote the word 'back' on it.

Then he took out twenty fried soybeans from the broken crockpot next to him and gave them to him.

The child took the book, sandwiched it under his arm, stretched out his hands to hold the soybeans that Han Cheng gave him, trotted back to his seat with an excited face, and then in the envious eyes of everyone, he pinched a soybean and put it in his mouth, and ate it with a clatter, just like eating an elixir, not to mention the satisfaction.

Such a scene, many people couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and then the sound of reading in the room suddenly became much louder.

In addition, the child who buttoned the book to the table also picked up the book at this time and went to Han Cheng to endorse it.

After a while, he also came back with books and soybeans.

The fried soybeans in his hand were nineteen.

Such a scene stimulated the rest of the crowd a lot.

Because in the past, the practice told them that the later they finished memorizing, the less fried soybeans they would get, and the last one to memorize could only get one fried soybean......

Because it was spring ploughing now, everyone in the tribe had to be busy with it, and after some careful thinking, Han Chengcheng moved the matter of class to the evening.

This time, Han Chengcheng had already made plans to let some people stay here first, so when he chose people to come to Jinguancheng, he chose their respective spouses as much as possible.

So at night, these guys who have worked all day basically don't have to worry about long nights and no intention of sleeping.

Han Cheng is not a god, he is not an old naughty boy, he can play with his left and right hands, he sleeps too early, and he really can't sleep at night.

These children in the tribe are all innocent, and they are not ready to play that kind of game.

In order not to waste time, Han Chengcheng arranged the course to this time period.

Not to mention, after such an arrangement came out, many problems were immediately solved.

And there are some wonderful feelings about lighting a bonfire in the evening.

If you don't fart when you eat too many fried soybeans, everything will be perfect......

“@#4￥4……”

The hunchbacked primitive man shouted happily, and the people who followed him, after hearing his shout, couldn't help but shout one by one, just like the repeater in the group chat of the later generations.

Of course they were glad that after this walk they had once again come to the area where fine pottery and salt appeared.

Thinking about the beautiful scene that the old priest told them before leaving, and then thinking back to the many things that he and others exchanged for those two things in the powerful and wealthy Red Tiger Tribe, these people couldn't help but be full of excitement, and they couldn't help but find the tribe that could make these two things and exchange them for them.

It is also because of this that they are more active in rushing along the way.

Compared to the past, this is the same distance, and they have to walk two days less.

After standing here and shouting excitedly for a while, the excited people of the Youchao tribe, led by the hunchbacked primitives, started a journey of exchanging and finding people......

The bees collecting honey buzzed and the fragrance of flowers filled.

Warmer and warmer sunlight shone down from the sky, passing through the branches and leaves overhead, leaving a dappled shadow on the ground.

The hunchbacked primitive man stood here with a weak breath, looking up at the sky.

The rest of the primitive people around him also looked a little depressed at this time, and they no longer had the excitement they had just arrived.

During this time, more than half of the pottery and salt clay they carried had been replaced by them for food, fur and other things.

Yet, after all this time, they still haven't met anyone who is doing the same thing with fine pottery and clean salt.

“@#￥TY……”

The hunchbacked primitive, who stood here and watched the sun in the sky for a while, let the sunlight pass through the window of his heart, warmed his tired heart, flattened his raised head, and then spoke out loud.

At his command, the group, who had rested for a while, set out again and walked towards a closer tribe......

“@￥SDD……”

At the same time, not too far away from them, the older primitives shouted loudly and shook their hands vigorously at the leader of the tribe behind them.

Unlike the hunchbacked primitives, the crowd led by the older female primitives was all in a happy mood, and they were full of energy.

They turned their heads to look at the food and some fur they were carrying on their shoulders, and their bodies were immediately full of energy, and their round eyes were smiling.

That's all good stuff! It's a lot more food than they've gathered before.

They were full of energy, led by a few people with stones, sticks and other things, and shuttled here, zigzags in one direction.

These were from the tribe they had just left, and had been led by the older female primitives to another tribe unknown to them, in exchange for a fine pottery according to the method taught by the Son of God.

In the past, there was no hook given by the mysterious Qingque tribe, and the things that they and others could carry on a trip were limited, but now with the help of the hook, the things they can carry at one time are much more than in the past, so they can also transfer two more tribes on the last trip......

On the afternoon of the second day after the older female primitives left, the people of the nest tribe, led by the hunchbacked primitives, came to this tribe.

The leader of this tribe, who had just returned from hunting, looked at the hunchbacked primitive people and the pottery they carried, and couldn't help but feel some joy in his heart.

Fortunately, my tribe had recently encountered another tribe with better pottery and salt, otherwise if this tribe had come first, my tribe would not have had food to exchange for those that were better......

“@#34￥4？！”

After some incomprehensible exchanges, the hunchbacked primitives learned from the leader of the tribe that they had been looking for, and after leaving the place not long ago, they jumped up from the ground in excitement.

“@#4ED……”

After calming down his excitement a little, the hunchbacked primitive man hurriedly asked the leader of the tribe where the people with the fine pottery had gone.

After some seemingly difficult communication, the leader of the tribe roughly understood the meaning of this hunchbacked primitive who had exchanged them in the past.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he was ready to point out the direction in which the older primitives had left.

But then, as if remembering something, his hand was just halfway raised, and he quickly put it down again.

“@￥W#4……”

He opened his mouth and pointed to the hunched hominids and the food they carried.

Then he quickly brought out the older female primitives from the cave, and the bowl as a reward for guiding the way was raised against the hunchbacked primitives.

The meaning was clear, that is, after paying the same amount of food as this bowl, he would tell the older female primitives the direction in which they were leaving.

This is another tribe that was indirectly given to the crooked by Han Cheng, a traverser, through the older female primitives.

After figuring out the meaning of this tribal leader, the hunchbacked primitive man couldn't help but be stunned.

He remembered that the leader of the tribe was very hospitable, how could he become so shrewd now?

Doubts alike, but this was the closest they had come to that mysterious tribe, and they couldn't miss anything.

So the hunchbacked primitive man did not hesitate much, and agreed to the request of the leader of the tribe.

He asked one of their tribesmen to put down the package they were carrying and open it, and then called out as many people as the fingers on their two hands, and told them to stand still here, and all of them stretched out their fingers.

After doing this, in front of the tribal leader, he used this exquisite pottery bowl to dig out the food bowl by bowl, and dug out a hundred bowls before stopping.

And after the hundred bowls of food were dug up, the two packages of food they carried had already become the tribe's.

This was the kind of trade that was proposed by the leader of another tribe when he exchanged fine pottery and salt with that tribe on his last trip.

Looking at the large pile of food in front of him, and then at the clay bowl in his hand, the leader of this tribe suddenly felt a little dizzy......

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