The breeze is blowing, the wind chimes under the eaves are ringing, the lazy spring sun is sprinkled, and the body is warm.

Han Cheng sat at the base of the south wall, holding a stick in his hand, putting it in front of his eyes and looking at it carefully, he saw that his eyes were a little flowery, and he didn't see a single flower from the stick.

He rubbed his sour eyes and put the stick back in his hand into the clay pot at his feet.

The clay pot is dry, and there are some yellow and tender leaves in it, which are the newly extracted mulberry leaves this year.

He has never forgotten the matter of silkworms, even according to the current technical means, even if the silkworms are raised, it is basically impossible to turn the thin silk into gorgeous silk, but Han Cheng still never gave up the idea of raising silkworms.

The current silkworm is still relatively primitive, and there is still a long way to go from the mature silkworm.

Not to make silk, but to breed silkworms that can produce larger, just right cocoons.

Compared with the improvement of weaving technology, the evolution of silkworm cocoons is undoubtedly more difficult, and it takes a long time to cultivate from generation to generation.

It will be too late to wait until the means of weaving cloth reach the point where silk can be used to weave silk, and then start to cultivate silkworms.

After sitting here and waiting for a while, before the larvae of the silkworm came out of the silkworm seeds, Han Chengcheng put the small clay pot on the windowsill and walked towards the outside of the courtyard.

Outside the Qingque tribe, it was a busy labor scene at this time.

The people led by the senior brother were going through a winter at this time, and they seemed to be digging something with a bone shovel on the ground that was much softer.

They're not ploughing the ground, they're digging holes.

The pit was dug in an open space to the east of the Blue Bird Tribe, on the border with the forest, and by a small river some distance from the Green Bird Tribe.

These pits are dug almost every two meters.

Don't wonder why you dug so accurately, because the lame limp is measuring with a two-meter-long stick.

These pits stretch from the small river to the south, all the way to the foot of the mountain two or three miles behind.

There are two rows of such pits.

Someone dug a pit in front, and the mourner in the back picked up a small sapling and put it in the dug pit, and straightened the sapling according to the previous demonstration of the Divine Son.

After doing this, they took the shovel and the sapling, walked to the next pit, and repeated the previous action.

Ruhua carried a load of water all the way from the river, walked to the newly planted sapling, and put the burden down.

Carrying the rope on the jar with one hand and lifting the bottom of the jar with the other, the mouth of the jar is aimed at the pit of the newly planted tree, and slowly tilts it down.

Cool, shiny white water slid out of the jar and fell into the tree pit.

Sometimes, when a jar of water is poured out, there will be a small fish or two bouncing at the bottom of the jar.

If it was before, in the original tribe, Ruhua would definitely be very happy to hide the small fish in her hands, find an opportunity that few people can't see, fill the small fish into her mouth, and chew nervously, while sincerely feeling that today's luck is good.

But now, she won't do such a thing anymore.

Three meals a day, each meal is full, she is used to living this life, and when she thinks about it, she doesn't know how she survived and grew so big......

If the flower is watered very carefully, sometimes when the sapling is crooked, he will stop to straighten the sapling.

She, like everyone else in the tribe, will carry out the things that the Son of God has told her to do without any discount.

This sapling is not a miscellaneous tree, but a fruit tree dug up by the tribesmen from the surrounding area in the past few days.

After confirming that the saplings would not be crooked, Ruhua let go of her hand and treated these saplings with great care.

While she was doing this, she couldn't help but think of the scene that Miko had depicted a few days ago—

The wind blew gently, the branches and leaves swayed slightly, and the rich fruity fragrance filled the entire courtyard with the wind.

Not far from the courtyard, the planted fruit trees had grown, and the branches were bent down with the hanging fruit.

You don't need to travel far to pick fruit, and you can easily get it when you get out of the courtyard......

This scene is fascinating to think about.

At the same time, I was also wondering, why didn't I know to plant fruit trees in the wild near the tribe in the past?

Balloon wasn't involved in the tree planting activity, and he had other things to do.

Squatting on the edge of a rape field, he was sticking sticks about five centimeters long into the turned soil.

The stick is not inserted, revealing one or two spores that have not grown leaves.

He did it seriously, and he didn't understand what the Son of God said that these sticks would grow one tree after another.

It's all sticks, but how can they grow into trees?

Han Cheng came over to look at it for a while, pulled out the few sticks that had been inserted in the balloon upside down and reinserted it.

This is a nursery that he tried to open up, mainly plugging mulberry strips, and there are also some fruit trees, whether these fruit trees can be made, Han Chengcheng does not know.

At this time, most of the fruits were not as delicious as those of later generations.

Fruits with small kernels and many flesh belong to heresy here, and thick skin, less meat, large kernels, and bad taste are the mainstream.

If you think about it, you can understand that after all, the fruits eaten by later generations, I don't know how many generations and how many cultivation techniques were used to finally form, and they are naturally much stronger than these primitive and pure wild ones now.

Han Cheng doesn't know much about fruit tree cultivation, one is grafting, and the other is like cultivating rapeseed, which has been selected from generation to generation.

But in any case, this thing has to be explored and tried, and the more you have explored, and slowly you will have experience.

"Someone! Someone! ”

The people standing on the low east wall were shouting loudly.

In fact, before he could shout, the elder brother who was digging a pit in the east was the first to discover the visitor.

For it was from the woods on the east that they came.

After a short period of tension, it quickly calmed down, and the people who came were donkey tribesmen, not enemies.

Han Cheng was a little strange, it was just spring, why did the people from the donkey tribe come? Didn't you give them salt before?

After confirming the identity of the visitor, Senior Brother asked Senior Brother Sha and the others to put away the bow.

Senior Brother Sha was very vigilant, and they also carried bows and arrows when they came out to dig the pit.

The leader of the donkey tribe looked at the bent wood that was carried behind by the people of this tribe, and his heart was full of puzzlement.

Using such a curved wood as a weapon, I really don't know what this wealthy tribe thinks, but it still looks like it's being treated solemnly.

In his opinion, the crooked wood was far less lethal than the bone-laden stick that the rest of the tribe held.