"Brush~!"

The shovel of the bran-laden bone shovel was lifted high, and the golden sand-like grains spread out in the air and fell in long strips.

This is the emphasis in the Yangchang, which is called 'will raise a line, not a large area.' ’

The long strips of grains are relatively scattered in the air, and the impurities contained in them are easy to be blown away by the wind, and after falling on the ground, some impurities falling on the surface are also easy to be swept away with the broom tip.

In the Qingque tribe, when it comes to raising the field, the balloons that often do these are called second, and no one dares to call them first.

However, now, he, the number one master, couldn't stop frowning as he watched the grains rise and fall.

In the past, after raising it like this, there would be no impurities in the fallen grains, but now, there is a lot of bran on it.

It's not that his skills are not as good as before, but that today Tiangong is not beautiful, and the field is less than halfway up, and there is no longer a trace of wind.

The balloon lowers the bone shovel and gently sweeps away the bran on it with a broom.

For Yangchang, he has an almost stubborn mentality, and he doesn't want any debris to appear on the grain pile that he has raised.

After sweeping the chaff aside, the balloon felt a little better.

Looking at the leaves that did not move, the balloon became dejected again, and I don't know when it will be over......

There is no wind, and there is nothing the balloon can do but wait when the wind will come and when it will start to rise.

However, this waited until the next day.

The next day the weather was not very good, the sun hung in the sky, and the moon baked the world.

After the harvest of the Qingque tribe, all the grain was beaten, and the millet stalks were stacked on the edge of the field.

Except for the last half of the grain, the rest were raised.

The millet from the first two rounds has been dried and put into the house.

At this time, some people were busy transporting the millet that had been dried in the courtyard to the house, worried that it would rain today, and they would drench the things that had been harvested with great difficulty.

"Balloon, don't wait, take back the millet and ...... it when the time comes"

Someone shouted hello.

Balloon looked at the sky and then looked at the grain pile mixed with a lot of chaff, and after waiting unwillingly for a while, he still had to bow his head like reality.

He took the rafters covered with glossy skins, and began to carry them into the house.

The open-mouthed and handle-like tool of the rafter is much better than the clay pot, except for the water, of course.

In the past, the rafters could not be filled with fine grains such as rapeseed and millet, because a lot of them would be spilled through the cracks.

Later, Han Cheng used hairless and unwarm old animal skins to shop, and this problem was solved; Finish.

"Balloons, wait, use this."

The balloon stopped, and saw Miko walking towards him with a big, strange thing in his hand.

Han Cheng was holding a dustpan in his hand, which had recently been made by a lame person.

The main purpose of this thing is to clean up dirty grain, whether it is windy or not, and secondly, it can be used to transport grain.

The main materials used in the dustpan are flexible tree sticks, rope, and bark.

In later generations, the dustpans that Han Cheng had seen were basically made of hemp that had not been peeled.

Although Han Cheng had found traces of hemp before, he didn't bring back a few plants, so he could only use Teng Tiao instead.

Rattan is more difficult to make a dustpan than a hemp stalk, but it is stronger than a hemp stalk.

In the large opening of the dustpan, it is wrapped in tough bark.

It is often used to shovel things, it is easy to wear and tear, and the tough bark can give it the maximum protection it deserves.

Balloon's eyes were narrowly widened because of the excessive fat on his face, and he looked at the dustpan in Han Cheng's hand, full of doubts.

Can you clean up millet with this strange thing?

How to clean up?

Scoop up the grain like a bone shovel and then throw it up?

It's just that this head is too big, right?

How can you throw so much grain?

The dustpan Han Cheng was holding in his hand was not small, with a width of more than seventy centimeters at the opening, sixty centimeters long at the front and back, and twenty-five centimeters at the highest point.

This dustpan is full, and more than twenty catties of millet can be thrown, of course, it is impossible to throw it up.

Han Cheng knew from the reaction of the balloon that he didn't understand how to use it, so he didn't say anything more, walked directly to the pile of grain that hadn't been cleaned, bent down and shoveled some with a dustpan.

Then walk to the side and get out of the way, holding the dustpan with both hands, up and down.

The grain contained in the dustpan was dusted away from the dustpan more than ten centimeters high, fell back into the dustpan without stopping, and was picked up again.

In the middle of the round, dust and bran came out of the dustpan and fell to the ground.

As for the heavier grains, except for a few restless ones, the rest were well kept in the dustpan.

There is nothing to say about such objects as dustpans, which are used to clean up grain, except for the fact that the dust is larger.

The balloon's eyes, squeezed by the fat flesh, widened again, and it was full of surprise.

"Son of God, I'll come."

After Han Cheng poured the cleaned grain into the rafters that were covered with skin, he was surprised by the balloon, rubbed his hands, and said to Han Cheng with a look of anticipation.

This dustpan was originally for balloons, Han Cheng didn't plan to use the dustpan for too long, and seeing that the balloon already understood how to use this thing, he handed it over and acted as a technical guide on the side.

It is not difficult to work in the crops, you can learn it by looking at it, as long as you are willing to work hard and do not be lazy and slippery, you can work.

When the dustpan first arrived in the balloon's hand, he was still a little rusty, and after two dustpans, he became familiar, and even surpassed Han Cheng, the first dustpan.

It's not that Han Cheng is too stupid, but he doesn't use the dustpan much, and the other is that his height and strength are not dominant.

"Brush, Brush, Brush......"

The sound of the grain colliding with the dustpan kept remembering that the grain was constantly being cleared.

At this time, the weather is becoming more and more muggy, and the moon-like sun in the sky has disappeared, replaced by large clouds of clouds.

A heavy rain, about to fall.

The people of the Qingque tribe have already collected all the dried grain, and at this time some people are busy covering the thatch on the stacks of grain poles that have been beaten again, and then pressing them with stones.

At this time, the grain is beaten with a wooden fork, and the millet is not as good as rape, and all the grains cannot be beaten down once, and it needs to be beaten a second time, or even the third or fourth time.

The harvest will fall off a cliff, but as long as there is a harvest, it is always good.

The smell of the heavy rain was felt not only by people, but also by other creatures, such as deer, sheep, and chickens, which seemed a little restless.

The balloons that were shaking the fat flesh on his face worked harder, and they thumped one by one, and finally cleaned up the last bit of dirty grain before the heavy rain fell.

Carrying a dustpan and a small half of the tref, the millet ran all the way to the house, panting heavily, watching the raindrops the size of beans fall, and the balloon let out a sigh of relief, revealing a relieved ease and the joy of victory.

Then his eyes fell on the dustpan in his hand, if it weren't for it, he wouldn't have been able to clean up these grains this time.

Because it's only now that there's some wind outside.

There is only one such good thing, which is too few, and the tribe must have more.

He made up his mind that when he was free, he must be more like Miko and lame to ask for advice, and learn how to make a dustpan.

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