Under the eaves, several black elves from the south were chattering and discussing with each other where to build a new home.

Someone wanted to use bows and arrows to make these birds who dared to occupy a place under the eaves of their tribe see the inviolability of the Qingque tribe, but Han Cheng stopped them.

The little swallow in flower clothes is a beneficial insect, and it is best to hurt a lot.

And according to legend, the swallow is an auspicious bird, and building a nest under the eaves of the house proves that the family is prone to good luck.

Otherwise, how could there be the old saying that Wang Xie Tang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people?

The first-class gate valve family has fallen, and there is no luck, and the swallow, the auspicious bird that loves the old nest, has also been abandoned......

Of course, this is just a lottery statement, and this thing can't be taken too seriously.

Not only did Han Cheng not let people hurt these black elves, but after discovering that the swallows had begun to build their nests under the eaves, Han Cheng also planted two tall poles not far away, and a rope that was not too thick was tied between the poles.

Tired swallows stand on this line and comb their feathers, reflecting them in the warm sky, like a few notes jumping on a stave.

Looking up at these, Han Cheng felt some familiar taste.

Bai Xuemei, who was standing on the side, was also looking at her little face, the peach blossoms that did not bloom were good-looking, and she was dangling her pigtails, she didn't understand why Brother Cheng was so fascinated by it......

"Bang ......"

"...... Uproar"

A continuous sound resounded in the long-standing orchard of the Qingque tribe, shaking down the flying flowers all over the ground.

In the worried eyes of Wu and the others, many branches of these fruit trees were cut off, and some of the branches that were cut off were thicker than the mouth of the bowl.

Over the past few years, the annual output of this naturally occurring orchard has gradually decreased.

Fortunately, they don't rely on this fruit to survive the winter now, otherwise, this matter is really enough for Wu and Senior Brother to be melancholy.

In a casual mention, the Son of God learned of this and said that he had a way to make the fruit tree bear fruit again.

At this time, it is not yet the time to plant millet, and the rape has only just begun to draw stems, and there are occasionally some yellow flowers exposed, and it has not yet reached the vigorous season of blooming.

So in the mood of following the Son of God to see the rarity, many people came to this orchard with the Son of God with tools, wanting to see how the Son of God used anti-heaven means to make these fruit trees bear more fruit.

As a result, the way to wait was so simple and crude that even primitive people couldn't look down on it.

Just one word - cut!

After coming here, the Great Divine Son did not have the slightest pity for these fruit trees that were blooming or budding, and directly carried out the means of spicy hands and flowers.

He used a sharp piece of stone to cut out some of the branches of these fruit trees, and had them cut down along the path he had made, or sawed them off with a saw.

The methods are extremely cruel, and some fruit trees have been directly reduced by two-thirds after his handwriting!

Looking at the fallen flowers all over the ground and the many stumps on the ground, Wu and Senior Brother and others couldn't help but twitch in their hearts.

Is this what is used to increase the yield of fruit trees?

With so many branches gone, where can the yield increase?

Not only will it not increase, but the most likely thing is that it will also reduce production......

Just looking at the god son who was full of confidence and kept paddling on the fruit tree with a stone chip in his hand, they muttered in their hearts again.

Except for making canned food and accidentally turning it into wine, Miko doesn't seem to have made much mistakes in other things.

It is precisely because of this precedent that they did not speak rashly, but with the idea of seeing the results in time.

Of course, there is another important reason, the tribe does not refer to this orchard to survive now.

Under such circumstances, the Son of God could do whatever he wanted with the orchard.

Han Cheng stood here and looked at the stout peach tree with a lot of peach gum on it, and decisively made marks on a few branches.

The trees are all old like this, if you don't clean and prune some branches ruthlessly, where will you be able to bear many fruits?

The roots of the tree absorb more nutrients, which is not enough to transport to the trunk.

Pruning this orchard was not a whim for Han Cheng.

In the past, with the abundance of other foods, the proportion of fruits in the food composition of the Qingque tribe has indeed declined, and it is still the kind that has declined very much.

But with the crooked fruit wine and the appearance of vinegar, the fruit that seemed to be a little extra has been used again.

On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, many people in the Qingque tribe experienced the wonderful feeling of fluttering from the wine that did not taste very good at the beginning, so they were very enthusiastic about winemaking.

Millet is still too precious for the Qingque tribe to make wine.

So the final idea still comes down to the fruit.

Moreover, Han Cheng is also going to continue to study canned food, which also requires a lot of fruit.

I just don't know if I'll be like that guy, canned food has been not good at making, but the wine is getting more and more delicious.

Han Cheng thought helplessly.

With all these demands, pruning the trees to increase yields becomes a very necessary thing.

In this matter, Bugs Bunny, who Han Cheng deliberately cultivated, participated the most.

These fruit tree branches are cut down, but after time is dried, they will be brought back as firewood.

I haven't encountered a duck until now, and if I had such a thing, it wouldn't have tasted much when roasted on a fruit branch.

When Han Cheng and the others were dealing with the orchard here, the grassroots who were in a good mood also stretched out their arms and embraced the warm spring breeze.

After a difficult winter, the grassroots had lost a lot of weight, and the whole person was a little out of shape, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

But he was still happy, because he was finally not eaten by his people, and he was still alive.

Not only him, but the other three people who had the same experience as him also got well.

This is partly due to the tireless search for all kinds of food that can be used to satisfy their hunger, and on the other hand, the tribe that brought them the gospel.

Had it not been for the arrival of the dark-looking tribesmen at the last moment, who gave them the precious thing called clay pots that could be used to boil soup into hot water, they would still not have escaped the fate of being eaten.

Just use some useless fur in exchange for these, and the grassroots are naturally happy.