As the leader of the Green Tribe shouted, a relatively strong-looking male primitive man on the side showed joy on his face, and hurriedly stepped forward to take the pottery bowl containing the broth from the leader's hand.

He brought it to his lips and took a sip under the envious gaze of others.

He drank a little too much in this sip, and the broth had just been scooped out of the hot pot, and his scalded face was a little distorted but he was reluctant to vomit, and he endured it for a while, but after all, he couldn't stand the temperature and spit it out.

While fanning the wind with his hand to his mouth, he inhaled cool air continuously, and his outstretched tongue was red, obviously being burned lightly.

The leader of the Green Tribe angrily snatched the bowl from the man's hand and handed it to another person for him to taste.

When the primitive man saw the man who was still sticking out his tongue, he was a little afraid of the steaming bowl of soup in his hand, and the leader of the Green Tribe suddenly remembered that he had not gone to the previous Joy Party, so he took the bowl from this man's hand and gave it to a person who had been to the Joy Party.

This person didn't dare to slack off, and with doubts, he brought the bowl to his mouth and took a sip, it was fragrant, hot, and it felt okay.

It's just that......?

He suddenly realized something, took another sip, and looked at the leader who had been watching him in disbelief.

The leader of the Green Tribe refused to believe this, and asked the other people who had gone to the Joy Party to taste it one by one, and everyone reacted the same.

Looking at the tribesmen who looked at him with some doubts and seemed a little depressed, the leader of the Green Tribe was very hurt.

He circled around the vat of broth, patting it on from time to time, scratching his hair, which had been scratched off by him, full of puzzlement.

It shouldn't be like this, I cook so seriously, how can the broth still taste the same as what I cooked in a clay bowl before? I've obviously changed to a big pottery?

He thought carefully about the steps he had secretly memorized during the Joy Party when the neighboring wealthy tribes were cooking food, and found nothing missing.

This made him even more distressed, he didn't expect to bring back all the large vats that the tribe was using for cooking, but the taste was still far inferior to that tribe.

Unable to figure out where the problem was for a while, and looking at the hungry people looking at the vat, the leader of the Green Tribe decided to eat the broth first and then think about anything else.

There is no long-handled spoon, so you can only use a bowl to scoop the soup on it first, and then eat the meat last, and you take turns......

Pregnant!

The leader of the Green Tribe, who had drunk a stomach full of soup, suddenly had an idea.

The tribe used fish to cook the soup, and I used animal meat this time, and the things I used were different, so the taste was very different, so I would try the fish when I waited......

"Thorn, sting"

The leader of the green tribe, who had drunk a stomach of fish soup and had not eaten two pieces of meat, squatted on the ground with a sad face, scratching his hair vigorously with his hands, and the green leaves fell off in a row.

He looked at the pot and wanted to ask it what he had to do to make a delicious soup.

“%#FSR#……”

A few days ago, on the way to the Green Sparrow Tribe, when the smoke rose and the leader of the Green Tribe was about to go home, the person who persuaded him to come over and say something to the leader of the Green Tribe.

The doubts on the face of the leader of the Green Tribe gradually disappeared, and after thinking for a while, he took the men out hunting, and as he left, arranged for the half-grown children, as well as some old or wounded people, to gather the ears of grass around the tribe......

What happened to the Green Tribe, Han Cheng and the people of the Blue Sparrow Tribe didn't know that they were doing what their tribe should do at their own pace.

Flames rose up, and the smoke slowly dispersed in all directions.

There were very few people watching the fire nearby, and most of them were working hard to turn the ground in the field not too far away.

The able-bodied men dug with bone shovels, and some half-grown children and emaciated women broke up large chunks of soil with sticks tied to stones or with a stick directly behind them.

This process is a bit exquisite, Han Cheng told them not to walk around in the field, stand in one place, and after breaking up all the large pieces of soil that can be knocked in front of them, they take a big step forward, and then repeat the previous action.

This is done to minimize the amount of ground that has been overturned.

The soil is moist and fluffy when you turn over the ground, and if you step on it, it will turn the soil there solid.

Although it is not as strong as before, it is much stronger than the unstepped places around it.

In order to make the overturned land as trampled as possible, Han Cheng made the cripple a tool for striking clods, and extended the wooden handle as much as possible while considering whether it was difficult for people to hold the tool.

In this way, when a person stands in one place, he can knock on more clods of soil.

A few acres of fields that had been planted for a season of rape had been turned over and large chunks of soil had been smashed.

Han Chengzheng was holding a pottery bowl in one hand, and with the other hand, he grabbed the slippery black-brown rapeseed from it, and sprinkled it around from his fingers, walking forward as he sprinkled it.

The day before yesterday, there was another light rain, and the soil moisture was very good, which was suitable for growing rapeseed.

Behind Han Cheng, followed by the balloon, the balloon held a rake made of wood in his hand, and the rake in his hand was stretched out and pulled back backwards, and the thin rake teeth brought up a layer of broken soil, leaving a fine furrow, which looked very much like the marks left on his daughter's head by a father who was not very good at combing his hair.

The soil brought up by the rake covered the rapeseed that fell into the soil, and also eliminated the footprints of Han Cheng and the balloon.

The rake is made in much the same way as the previous rake, which was used exclusively in the threshing field.

The difference between the two is that the teeth of the rake are finer, more and denser, and the length is less than half the length of the teeth of the rake, and the curvature is not so large.

This is done to avoid the rake getting too caught in too much dirt.

After all, the soil is no better than a light rape stalk, and if it sinks too deep, it will be too difficult to pull it up.

In the distance, where the fire and smoke are the farmland that the Qingque tribe is preparing to expand again.

The farmland there is prepared for the next year's planting of millet, a newly acquired crop of the Blue Sparrow tribe.

In the first year, the field is turned over, sunned, frozen, and then turned over again in the second year when the millet is planted, which is much better than the field that is now cultivated and planted.

At this time of the year, the people of the Qingque tribe were busy picking fruits and doing everything possible to store food in preparation for the coming cold winter.

This year, however, they did not panic at all, because the presence of fish cages, rabbit sleeves and salt had allowed them to store enough food.

This tribe, which has been constantly changing its living habits since Han Cheng came over, is now running towards farming.