Standing in front of the slave hut they had built with their own hands, Han Cheng, who had exploded into foul language, blinked his eyes vigorously, and rubbed the back of his hand twice before opening his eyes again and looking there.

The rice was still there, and it didn't disappear with his movements.

It's not an illusion, it's real.

But even if he was sure that these were real, Han Cheng still felt dizzy and unreal.

The fact that the rice long-legged took the initiative to run here from Mizusawa to lie down and dry himself was really too shocking.

Even if he came from the afterlife, he had seen the world, but he had only heard of the fact that he took the initiative to run into the Rolls-Royce and lay down obediently, and the rice himself ran down from the pole and came to the threshing floor to lie down and dry himself, but he had never heard of it.

Could it be that these paddies have become refined?

Or is it that he was really sacrificed by the witches and they showed some incredible abilities that could invisibly affect these?

If that's true, that's awesome! It's a human flesh combine harvester!

It was not only Han Cheng who was surprised, but all the people of the Qingque tribe who came with Han Cheng were all stunned, and the current situation was really completely beyond their expectations.

Under the influence of Miko, they have been worried that the ripe rice will be eaten by the birds, and they are still thinking about how to harvest the rice that has never been planted after they come, whether it is the same as harvesting soybeans and millet.

Which Cheng thought, after coming over, this rice has been harvested and beaten out directly!

It's so mysterious!

Fortunately, they have seen a lot of miraculous things with the Son of God over the years, and basically have a strong mental endurance, otherwise if this thing had happened before, it would have been impossible for many people to worship it.

It's like the people of the tribe of nose rings and earrings when they face their tribe.

Han Cheng took a few steps forward, came to the front of the rice that was spread out to dry, and squatted down to look at the rice carefully.

After looking at it like this for a while, he twisted a few grains of rice with his hands and used his fingernails to buckle off the outer layer of shells, revealing the crystal rice inside.

There are really a lot of good people in this world, and they are too late to wait, and some people are helping their tribe to harvest and dry the rice.

Han Cheng thought with emotion in his heart, and by the way, he gave the person who had done good deeds but did not leave a name to the good person card.

As a person who grew up under the red flag and knew the truth that the world is material, it was only at the beginning that he thought about it in an unbounded place, and after the initial surprise passed, Han Cheng's reason quickly returned.

It is not difficult to know that the rice was harvested and dried here, because the spread of rice has finger marks and a few less obvious footprints.

It is also because of this that Han Cheng did not hesitate to issue the good guy card to this person he had never met.

Retracting his gaze from the spread out piece of rice, Han Cheng looked around, and easily found more traces of people living here.

The piles of dry wood on one side, the trampled paths around the slave huts, and the fresh-looking peels and pits all spoke to him, and after they left, someone visited the slave hut he had built with his men, and lived there.

"Let's go and have a look in the room."

Han Cheng withdrew his gaze from a distance and landed on the slave hut where the doors and windows were still closed, then stood up and said to the second senior brother and the others who were still surprised.

Hearing Han Cheng's greeting, everyone woke up a little, and the second senior brother was about to walk to the slave hut in the lead, ready to open the door.

However, he was stopped by Han Cheng.

"Don't worry, grab your weapons first, prepare for defense before you go open the door."

Han Cheng said out loud.

All indications are that the slave hut they built is inhabited, and that they are still living there.

There is no guarantee that there will be people in the house, if he does not make any preparations at this time, he rashly opens the door, it is very likely that the people of his tribe will be injured, this is not the situation that Han Cheng wants to see.

As soon as Han Cheng said this, the second senior brother also stopped.

Then, as they had been trained on a daily basis, they formed a formation with weapons in hand, and by the way, the entire slave hut was half surrounded.

As the son of God, Han Cheng was still firmly protected, and he was guarded by a rattan shield with bronze spikes on all sides.

"The people inside come out! You're surrounded! ”

"The people inside come out! You're surrounded! ”

After making these preparations, Han Cheng, the god son who had watched too many police and gangster movies, began to shout hard in pure Mandarin to the slave hut with the door closed.

The people inside definitely didn't understand what he was shouting, but it didn't matter, he just wanted to let the people who might be hidden inside know that someone was coming outside and alarmed them, and he didn't think about letting them understand his shouting.

After shouting three or four times in a row, it was still quiet inside, and Han Chengcheng asked people to go and open the door.

Of course, it is still more careful, the person holding the rattan shield is in front, stopping at a certain distance from the door, and then a person holding a long ge uses the long ge to pick up the vines that are randomly wound on the door knocker, and then uses the long ge to push the door open.

After seeing that there was no one in the house next to the door, Han Chengcheng asked a dozen or so new slaves from the tribe to go in and investigate first with tools such as copper shovels and hoes.

Slaves are used in this way, and the tiring and dangerous work must be divided among their heads first.

These dozen or so slaves, according to Han Cheng's intentions, took tools and entered the house with a cautious appearance......

Inside the house that was a little blackened by the smoke, Han Cheng squatted in front of the two piles of ashes that were enclosed with stones, and used a wooden stick to pick up both piles of ashes.

Inside the ashes that had been peeled away, there were some coals of fire that had not been completely extinguished.

It doesn't seem like they've been gone for too long.

He thought to himself.

However, this was not what interested him the most, it was something else that interested him the most.

His gaze fell on the two blackened clay pots on the periphery of the fire.

The two clay pots were found from the lower rooms.

The two clay pots are not small, larger than the clay pots commonly used by the Qingque tribe to draw water.

However, there is no 'ear' in the upper part near the edge.

That's interesting.

Since coming to this world, apart from his own tribe, the tribe that Han Cheng has seen that can fire pottery is only a half-peasant tribe.

However, the pottery fired by the semi-peasant tribe is extremely primitive and crude, not as exquisite as the two clay pots in front of them, and the size is not as good as the two pottery found now.

Of course, this so-called exquisiteness is only the result of comparing with the pottery fired by the semi-peasant tribe, and if it is compared with the pottery fired by the Qingque tribe, these two pottery will be immediately killed into slag.

But, that's amazing enough.

The surprise was not all, he looked away from the two blackened clay pots that had been burned outside, and then reached for a wooden container in the shape of a figure of eight.

That's right, this '8'-shaped container is a gourd.

It's just that he won't call grandpa, and he won't bully the female goblin.

The gourd is a good natural container.

Whether it is hollowed out and used to hold water, wine, a small amount of rapeseed, or sawn from the middle to make two scoops, it is very easy to use.

At least the road was used to hold water, and it was better to carry than the tribal clay pots.

It is also more suitable to sawn it from the middle and make a scoop for scooping water, which is more suitable than a clay pot.

First, the water scoop made of gourd is light, which is convenient for scooping water, and there is no need to worry about the water scoop sinking to the bottom of the water tank.

The second is that the scoop made of the gourd is strong and not fragile, even if it accidentally hits the edge of the cylinder, there will not be much of a problem.

It's not like a clay pot, if you accidentally collide with the edge of the jar, it will collapse if you don't get it right, or it will be broken directly.

However, this unknown tribe that occupies the magpie's nest has obviously not mastered the skill of breaking two scoops with a gourd.

Otherwise, it would not be to smash the vast majority of the gourds, leaving only the lower half to use.

The gourd Han Cheng was holding in his hand was one of the few gourds that could be used for a long time.

And this gourd is still heavy when you pick it up, and it is clear that there is something in it.

He reached out and pulled the plug from it, then tilted it down, and something white trickled out of it and fell to the ground.

After Han Cheng poured out some of it, he stopped and stopped pouring it out, but squatted here to carefully look at the thing he poured out of the gourd, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became.

After a while, he finally couldn't help but dip some of his hand into his mouth.

The saltiness of the salt spreads out.

However, this saltiness is different from the saltiness of the salt of his own tribe, the saltiness of this thing is not pure at all, with bitterness, and at the same time a little sloppy.

This is because of the sand that is mixed with it.

Han Cheng put down the gourd, rinsed his mouth vigorously with the water in the jug handed over by the second senior brother, and then continued to scan the room.

Interestingly, the tribe not only knew how to collect rice, but also how to process and eat it.

It also has clay pots, gourds and salt soil.

Moreover, from the number of these gourds that were smashed open and used as bowls, it can be seen that there are also many of these people, as many as twenty or thirty people.

This time I went south, it was really a surprise, and I accidentally subdued the nose rings, earrings, and one-eyed tribes, not to mention, and now I just came to this Jinguan City, and I found that someone lived here, and I also very intimately harvested the rice to help myself and others.

Looking at the ones stored in the room and the rice that was drying outside the door, Han Chengcheng couldn't help but be happy.

The rice produced more than the ones they had found before.

After a while, Han Cheng thought about it and let the people from the tribe come out of the room.

Only twenty people were left inside.

After closing the doors and windows and wrapping the wooden knocker with vines, Han Cheng left here with the people.

After carefully looking around and seeing no one in sight, Han Chengcheng began to dispatch the manpower, asking some people to drive the cattle to hide elsewhere.

The rest of the people set up an ambush centered on this separate slave courtyard.

It didn't take long for the figures of everyone to disappear into the deep grass around them.

Han Cheng, crouching in the grass with a hat woven out of grass on his head, looked through the grass in front of him at the fragmented world divided by weeds in the distance.

When he was building the Longmen Inn and Tongfu Inn on the Bronze Expressway, he had imagined that other primitive people would live in his tribe's empty houses there.

As a result, such a thing has never been realized, but I didn't expect that such a thing would happen in the slave hut that had only been built in Jinguan City for half a year.

Everyone else had already gone to their own tribe by themselves, and they also lived in their own tribe's slave huts, so Han Cheng naturally had no reason to be polite.

Of course, it doesn't mean that you have to use force to give them all to the slaves of the tribe they have become.

The biggest use of his current arrangement is actually to surround these people who go out, control them, and then reason.

This method is the best way to make sense, to ensure that these people who have never met listen carefully, and there will not be an embarrassing situation where they will run away and shout as soon as they and others show up.

Frankly speaking, what Han Cheng wants to know most now is actually where these people got these salt soils.

As for the matter of arresting all these people and making them slaves of the tribe, he really didn't think much about it.

After all, just this year, the tribe got a few hundred people from the Blackstone Tribal Alliance, and not long ago got two hundred and ten people from the two tribes of nose rings and earrings, and the number of slaves in the tribe really got an explosive increase.

The food and land in the tribe are limited, and the influx of so many people has basically reached the upper limit of the population that the tribe can currently support.

If we continue to collect people, we will no longer have enough food to eat.

It is necessary to wait for at least a year for these absorbed people to be digested, so that they can devote themselves to the development of tribal farmland and the cultivation of grain, expand the cultivated area, increase the total output of tribal grain, and convert manpower into more food, before the tribe can carry out a new round of population absorption and expansion.

Otherwise, ignoring the current grain reserves of the tribe and blindly pursuing a large increase in the population, there will definitely be problems.