The white horse was lucky, and in the years when the tribe did not have horses, he first had such a name. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoIn the future, when people see horses, they will always think of this story and the people in this story.

His luck also lies in the fact that he is in such an era, otherwise, a crime of indiscretion and provocation is indispensable, and it is even possible to use it as a scapegoat, at least in the eyes of the literati of a certain era, this is a big crime, which is to be engraved on the pillar of shame in history, and such a stroke will be left in the history books to warn future generations.

Tang Xuanzong, Han Yanxuan, Xin Qiji, Lin Zexu, these people basically carry such a very interesting charge, either they have a low evaluation, or cut off their heads and send them to the other race to apologize, or they are demoted officials.

Fortunately, the power of the leader in this era comes from the support of the clansmen, so even if Chen Jian wants to shamelessly learn from Zhao to kill Yue Fei and negotiate peace, he doesn't have that chance.

As for whether the rulers of later generations can do such things, he does not know, but there is nothing new under the sun, and presumably there will still be such things in future generations.

Considering that it was already an endless situation, all of Chen Jian's previous plans had to be overturned and restarted, and the world was full of accidents, and it was impossible to develop as perfectly as he expected.

A few days later, Chen Jian exercised his right to be the leader of the city for the second time, requisitioned 400 wild people, and built a defensive earthen city at the mountain pass.

Tucheng is in the south of the mountain and the north of the water, and because it is just in the mountain pass, there is a gloomy forest to the north, and the flat land after burning the wasteland to the south, so it is named Yangguan.

Twelve squads with a total of 60 soldiers are stationed in Tucheng all year round, rotating every two months, and the first group of garrisons is led by the white horse, and at the same time, the city is also widely publicized about the white horse, squeezing any benefit that can be generated by this matter.

There were still dozens of soldiers on standby in the city, so the manpower for the wheat harvesters was somewhat stretched.

Wheat harvesting is heavy physical labor, normal people will cut one acre of land a day, to cut before the summer rain comes, but also to plant beans on the harvested land, the time is very tight.

Chen Jian sent a message to the tribes who had come to pay tribute to the tribes who lived in the mountains, asking them to come and help with the harvest, in exchange for wheat seeds and teaching them to plant, and at the same time giving them the status of wild people, allowing them to move closer to the city.

If you don't join the city as a wildling, you are not allowed to plant.

Chen Jian said very clearly, either accept it, or continue to live a life of gathering, every year he will send people to check, and anyone who steals and cultivates within the scope of the city will be burned.

When the leaders got the news, they immediately made a decision that they would rather serve as barren servants than live this life of gathering.

Originally, Jian Chen was ready to digest them slowly, because of the changes caused by the white horse, he had to use this semi-forced method, which might cause some dissatisfaction, but it was also the only way to solve the shortage of manpower.

After a summer rain, Yu Qian'er also returned from the downstream with a fleet, the ship was full of sacks and beans, and the people of various tribes began to return to their tribes, and everyone began to busy for the final receipt.

After two days of sunshine, Jian Chen led his people to sacrifice to their ancestors and heaven and earth, praying for a smooth harvest and that next year would still be a bumper year.

He respectfully took out the sickle from the sacrificial hall, cut a handful of wheat himself, kneaded it into grains, and cooked it in a clay pot as the main sacrifice for this sacrifice.

The sacrifices of this sacrifice also quietly changed with the change of the people's way of life, and among the thirteen sacrifices, the wheat and beans squeezed out the tuber fern roots, and there may never be a chance to turn the tables.

After the sacrifice, the people were separated, and he took his people with iron and copper scythes to harvest the land that had been cleared, and the rest of the people to harvest the land that had been burned and sown seeds all over the sky.

Standing in front of the wheat field, looking at the golden ears of wheat, Chen Jian bent down and gave a demonstration to the tribesmen, cut the wheat close to the roots, and grabbed it and put it horizontally on the ground as a rope to tie the subsequent wheat stalks.

Sweaty labor doesn't need agitation, it's for one's own life.

The men were responsible for harvesting the wheat, and the women used made copper knives to cut the ears of wheat, put them in sacks, and carried them to the courtyards outside the city in bullock carts or boats.

The wooden flail turns and beats the ears of wheat, dividing the grains and spreading them into a golden yellow.

Barefoot children moved on it, rolling the still damp wheat into a concave shape, like a valley river, so that the sun could dry the wheat quickly.

Occasionally, someone squatted down, grabbed a handful of wheat grains full of sunshine, and put them under their noses to sniff the fragrance, with a smile on their faces.

Chen Jian estimated the yield of wheat, and this year's wind and rain were good, perhaps because of the fertile land and those struvite stones, the yield was beyond his expectations.

The yield per mu of reclaimed land has reached 150 catties, and the yield per mu of those burned land is also 80 catties.

However, after reclamation, only 20 catties of seeds are needed for reasonable planting of one acre of land, and more than 30 catties of seeds are needed for those burned wasteland, and the efficiency is completely different.

When the same thousand steps of wheat were placed in front of the clansmen, Jian Chen no longer needed to say anything about the benefits of cultivating the land, and the clansmen were ready to use all the spare time to reclaim the burned land.

On the fourth day of the harvest, the windmill on the top of the cliff finally began its official work, and the primitive machinery of the millstone and the wooden teeth was hoisted up with ropes and the sails were raised.

The golden grains of wheat were crushed into a white powder and swept into a cloth bag by a woman with a straw broom, and two men with wounded legs were in charge of shaking the sieve to separate the bran from the wheat flour.

The packed wheat flour was sent down the rope to the bottom, and Chen Jian taught the woman to make noodles, and several large clay pots were filled with water and boiled.

A rolling pin grinds the awakened dough into a large sheet of dough and cuts it into wide noodles with a knife. Two pots of boiling toppings give off an enticing aroma. Leeks, birds' eggs, green onions, leaves, wild vegetables, mutton and haggis, and the soup is thick and juicy.

At night, all the people in the city gathered in the square, each holding a clay bowl, squatting on the ground and snorting and chewing on the taste.

This is the first familiar staple food that Chen Jian has eaten in this world, and after four bowls, he finally couldn't eat it anymore and burped.

A group of people, like him, were half-lying on the ground, smiling at each other, not saying anything, just looking at the white soup churning in the clay pot.

Someone finally remembered what Jian Chen had said, these weed-like plants would overshadow the pottery and nets, and only then would they be qualified to be the surname of the tribe.

So the only tribe in the entire city of the fourteen tribes without a surname had a surname, and when Chen Jian held up the wild wheat and told the tribesmen that it would change everything, the tribesmen were skeptical. Now these neatly stacked sacks and ears of wheat have smashed the last bit of doubt, and it is best to use it as a surname.

At the beginning, in order to facilitate the pronunciation in the future, Chen Jian called the wheat "Ji", because this is a vowel, and in the future, as long as the clansmen who eat flour will know how to pronounce this word, regardless of whether they are high or low.

Maizi is still wheat, but the pronunciation has been changed to "稷".

Just as Eyue's clansmen took moth as their surname and women as the leader, Chen Jian also wrote his tribe's surname - Ji with charcoal.

The tribe has always relied on women to continue the bloodline, naturally there are women as the side, the glyph on the right changes slightly, the top looks like a woman's plump breasts, and the bottom is the shape of an ear of wheat, which means that it is a tribe that grows wheat raised by women.

Once you have a surname, you should also give the city a name.

According to the calendar learned from the Eyue tribe, this is summer, the season when all things thrive and thrive, sowing hope before the frost of late autumn and reaping joy at the warm time of early summer.

The prototype of this castle is the thirteen houses built last year, and it was also summer. Naturally, the name of the city was Xia.

In the summer, Chen Jian also wrote on the pottery tablet, with some slight changes.

The clansmen are accustomed to pointing to their noses to call themselves, so in the few words in the tribe, their own self is written like this, a bit like a nose, so the Xia Zi he made, there is still a "self" on the top, and the lower fold becomes a sickle is cutting wheat, which by extension means that people are harvesting wheat with sickles in this season.

After these two very important things were determined, the rest was done logically, and everything had to do with the harvested wheat.

A hundred grains of wheat were arranged in a row, as a measure of length, and they were named one foot, which was about thirty centimeters, and a one-foot benchmark measure was made of rope, stick, and pottery shards.

Three feet is one step, and ten feet is one zhang, which is the length of a thousand grains of wheat.

Normally, the unit of one tael is also closely related to crops, with plant seeds that adults can eat in one bite as one tael, but since the tribe already has a catty and begins to communicate with other tribes, then there is no need to change.

According to the shape of the ditch, a ridge can harvest a sack of wheat ears called one acre, about exactly one thousand steps, after measuring, simply stipulate that a ridge is wide and a thousand steps long is one mu. And a ridge is about two feet, which is about the same as the mu used by Chen Jian in his previous life, about six or seven hundred square meters.

Intentionally or unintentionally, everything about the clan has been changed by planting and wheat, but whether intentionally or unintentionally, the clan is easy to accept, and it should be so, and it will not feel inexplicable.

People have a surname, Ji; The city has a name, summer; The length has a measure, a ruler; Fang has a volume, acres.

With the addition of names such as Yangguan, Shang, and Heyin, Chen Jian was finally able to find some familiar names in this world.

In the future, there may be more, these seemingly simple names, indeed the clan can't understand, an inexplicable and unforgettable fetter, a logical fetter.