"On this day, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the sea is dry and rotten......"

After another failure to brew Wenqing's disease, Wang Yang scratched his head and came to the wheat field.

In the wheat field, there are hundreds of thousands of square meters, even millions of square meters of land, a piece of golden!

The waves of wheat like the sea, exuding the fragrance of wheat, run through the whole world.

In the tribe, the only smell that can be smelled is wheat, and even the human sense of smell, which is not sensitive, feels that some of the smells are too strong and too fragrant.

The saber-toothed tiger and other animals were almost fainted, and the fool went around its back and didn't notice it, so it took a black foot......

When he walked into the wheat field, the golden sea of wheat seemed to swallow his small figure, but became a drop in the ocean.

He pinched off an ear of wheat, reached out and grabbed it, and held the grains in his palm.

After smelling it, it feels very fragrant.

"Fry it and see if it tastes good." stretched out his hand and handed this grain of wheat to Wang Yingying.

The ripening period of wheat has become a unified maturity and a unified harvest with repeated fires.

Spread in a thousand ways.

Looking at the wheat that was eager to occupy the world, Wang Yang stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the painting of the orthopedic surgeon beside him.

He is reporting on his recent preparations.

"The tank loaded with wheat has burned out early, and the warehouse was inspected a few days ago, and there is absolutely no moisture at all.

It's been two months since the rainy season has passed, and the weather here is dribblingly dry, so it's okay not to check.

But for the sake of prudence, Shoucang still took people to check them one by one.

"Shoukura, this kid is good." Wang Yang smiled and praised.

"A rough estimate of this year's harvest. It will be much more than usual, several times more than in the past. It can be eaten for a long, long time. ”

This sentence is equivalent to saying it in vain, everyone knows that Lu Dao can eat for a long time. But for how long, exactly?

But Wang Yang just thought about it in his heart, and didn't say it, he couldn't be demanding anything in terms of numbers.

When you have time, do the math yourself.

After looking at some trivia, the osteologist drew to the point.

He said that it was best to harvest the wheat now while Zhang San and the others had not yet returned to the forest.

"Harvest now? So urgent? Wang Yang was very puzzled.

Orthopedic surgeons say there has to be a rush. Last year, when the harvest was too large, the harvest speed was not fast enough, and in the later stage, there was still a large patch of wheat overripe and fell to the ground, which is a pity.

Wang Yang was stunned: "Why don't I know the way? It's never happened before. ”

The osteologist secretly slandered himself, you run here and there every day, and you went to be the leader of the craftsmen. Of course, I don't know anything.

He said that in the past, wheat was planted in batches, so it was naturally harvested in batches. There is no rush in time, one batch is harvested, and the other batch is mature.

Now they are all planted in unison. If the unity is mature, it will naturally be too busy.

"Hmm...... Never mind. Wait a little longer, and wait for me to make more than a hundred sickles. If you harvest again, the speed will be several times faster. ”

The orthopedic scientist frowned, and there was a new tool?

"Of course! There must be new tools, Zhang San and they have tools to process wood, and agriculture here will naturally have to be improved. ”

The orthopedic scientist thought about it, but still felt that it was good to seize the time to harvest, how much could be harvested, and then add and use it when the new tools were made.

Shaking his head, Wang Yang did not agree, not only is there a shortage of manpower here, but there is a shortage of manpower in all aspects, and those who should smelt copper have to smelt copper.

He who should make spears and arrows must also make spears and arrows.

"It's not like it used to be, don't you know? In the past, we were so poor that we couldn't waste it, but now we are local tyrants, and it doesn't matter if we waste some wheat. ”

"Even if the wheat is in big losses, there are still sweet potatoes to support, sweet potatoes can't hold on, then eat fruits every day, if the fruits can't hold up, they will slaughter animals, and they are afraid that they will starve to death?!"

After finishing the painting, he shook his hand very proudly.

The osteologist thinks about it and seems to ...... That's the truth.

When they came to the template, they saw that Zhang San and the others had taken out the sickle with great excitement, and were installing the handle according to Wang Yang's guidance.

They shouted and gestured, exchanged pictures on the ground, and used their imagination to think about what the sickle was for.

"Is it for trees?" Someone drew a picture of a tree with a sickle.

"Stupid, the dagger can replace the stone cone on the tree, what are you doing with this extra move?" Someone sharply retorted.

"Isn't it another powerful tool for processing wood?" There were people with hopeful eyes.

"It doesn't look like it......"

Seeing that Wang Yang was here, Zhang San immediately took the sickle blade that was several millimeters thick, brought it to Wang Yang, and asked him how to use it.

These sickles actually have no cutting edge at all, because the template is one-sided, and the template can only be carved very thinly, and there is actually no way to directly create a cutting edge.

It is precisely because of this that everyone is puzzled and doesn't know what the road is for.

Wang Yang took the sickle and touched it up, one side of the sickle was an inclined opening, and the other side was flat.

The entire blade of the sickle is in the shape of an inverted right-angled triangle.

He placed the scythe on the recently made countertop made of copper, placed the scythe on the table, held it tightly, and slammed it down with the copper hammer.

"When~when~when~" The metallic blow sound entered everyone's eardrums, and there was a slight tingling.

The inside of the scythe quickly deformed with the blow, and a cutting edge appeared.

"It seems that the copper is really soft and does not need to be heated and forged."

Wang Yang took out a bowl and sharpened it a few times along the bottom of the bowl, and a decent sickle appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Seeing this, everyone understood that this tool should have been processed, so they asked Wang Yang what it was for.

Wang Yang smiled slightly, walked to the edge of the wheat field, hooked a circle of wheat with a sickle, grabbed it with one hand, and cut it gently, and the wheat and straw became two sections.

"Simple, right?" Wang Yang smiled slightly and handed it to the orthopedic surgeon who had been on the side for a long time.

Everyone was amazed and understood that this was a harvesting weapon.

At this time, someone came back to the scene of the first wheat harvest. At that time, Wang Yang asked them to cut with a stone knife, but the effect was very unsatisfactory.

Then this time. Will it repeat the mistakes of the last time, but it's just a chicken rib that doesn't look at it and doesn't use it?

They raised questions.

"It's good to have doubts!" Wang Yang smiled. He said: "You can divide into two teams to compete, one team pulls with hands, and the other team cuts with a sickle. ”

Everyone nodded vigorously, thinking that this is very good, anyway, being idle is idle, it is better to compare the game and increase the fun.

There are no other jackpots set for the tournament. There is no need, they have already developed a sense of competition, they will be happy when they win, and sad when they lose.

Wang Yang became the referee and divided them into two teams. Those who support hand-pulling are lined up, and those who want to play new tools are lined up, and both teams pick out an equal number of people to play.

Very simple rules, it should be said that Wang Yang did not set any rules. The crowd knew what he was thinking.

……

A few days later, at dawn, a large crowd gathered around the wheat field, under the idea that Wang Yang was better off being alone than being happy. All the work at hand was halted and gathered around the wheat field to watch.

The crowd understood. It's a one-day race, so everyone is holding the fruit. kettle, followed Wang Yang to the roof. Condescendingly watching.

Seeing that the onlookers were carrying water, food, and equipment, Wang Yang really wanted to shout: "The front row sells bench melon seeds......"

Below, there are two groups of people standing distinctly, and the team on the left is the "hand-drawn team".

The team on the right is the "Scythe Team".

Both sides did not look at each other, but looked at Wang Yang, which caused Wang Yang to complain for a while.

"Are you sure you don't send a few leading figures out to shout slogans and let loose cruel words?"

Speechless! I can't enjoy watching the play, you have no prelude, how can you have a high-tide later!

"Ahem...... "Ahem" Wang Yang hooked his hand and pulled the two of them to teach secretly.

After a while, the two teams below began to shout, and the people of the Scythe Team cheered with their scythes in hand.

The men in the hand-drawn group raised their fists and cheered.

And the two teams of people who screamed the most fiercely were the two who had just been called away by Wang Yang.

The onlookers on the roof were also called out of their adrenogenesis, yelling and coaxing one by one, and the atmosphere was enthusiastic.

"This is the atmosphere of the game......" Wang Yang smiled.

Without further ado, Wang Yang waved his hand: "Begin!" ”

"Woo!"

"Woo!"

The two sides instantly rushed to the edge of the wheat field, bounded by a place in the middle, and a fierce game was in full swing on both sides.

At the beginning of the game, I saw the ears of wheat flying sideways, the wheat grains trembling, and the red eyes were directly killed, and it entered a white-hot trend.

The hand-drawn team directly showed their best state, only to see that in the midst of the wrist flying, a few wheat plants must be pulled up, attracting bursts of applause from the audience.

At the very beginning, the Scythe team was suppressed for a while.

Not to be outdone, the Scythe team ignored the temporary downside, they had a strong confidence in the new tools, and methodically familiarized themselves with the skills of using the scythe.

For a while, the speed gradually improved, and it began to be on par with the speed of the hand-drawn team, but because of the gap at the beginning, it was still lagging behind.

At this time, one of the guys of the hand-drawn team waved his arm and shouted at the sickle team, and his companions echoed one after another.

That's right, this guy is one of the people Wang Yang called.

Over there, one of the Scythes immediately responded to the provocation, whining and screaming, inciting emotions, and his companions immediately joined the enemy!

When the hand-drawn team saw it, they simply stopped pulling wheat and focused on shouting and provoking.

The same is true of the scythe team, who do not cut anymore, and shout loudly with their scythes.

The audience responded enthusiastically, pushing the atmosphere of the game to a small peak.

Wang Yang smiled slightly, yes, yes, these two children have spirituality and wisdom, I am very comforted, I am very relieved!

Seeing Wang Yang's approving expression, the two were greatly encouraged.

So, five minutes later, both sides shouted.

After three minutes, both sides shouted.

Twenty seconds later, both sides shouted.

Wang Yang spewed out a mouthful of old blood, pointed at the two bastard children on the roof and scolded: "Your uncle is still addicted to scolding!" (To be continued......)