After a few autumn rains, all winter wheat was sown. All the sugar cane in the sugar cane fields is cut back to extract sugar.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and winter is coming imperceptibly. After two light snowfalls, even the river surface has not frozen, and the winter solstice festival is coming.

After eating overnight food on this day, Yaohu stood up and said to everyone: "Clansmen of the Yaoshan tribe, I am going to pass the position of the leader to Xiaoqing on the day of the Winter Solstice Festival. ”

The brigades and squads of Mu Feng, Dashi and Leopard all stood up and responded in unison, "Yes, Chief!" ”

Yao Hu had discussed with them a few days ago, and was going to pass the position of leader to Yao Xiaoqing on the Winter Solstice Festival, and everyone agreed. That's why Yaohu said about the succession after today's night eclipse.

Yao Xiaoqing was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly stood up, "Father, I'm still young, it's too early to take your place." ”

Yaohu looked at her with a smile, "Not early, not early, after you take my place, you will change your name." Isn't that what everyone says? ”

Dashi nodded, "Yes, it's the same from the Green Witch to the Leader. ”

Yao Xiaoqing glared at Mu Feng and Jiang Li, "Father has already discussed it with you, and he won't tell me any of them." ”

"It's the same now." Mu Feng looked at her with a smile, "Father wanted to talk about it last year." ”

Jiang Li said with a smile: "Uncle Tiger is afraid that you will run out for a few more months and not come back, and you will be the leader in the future, so you can't go out at will." ”

Yaohu nodded happily and patted her on the shoulder, "I'll leave it to you later, and Father can walk around in the future." ”

Yao Xiaoqing bowed his head and responded: "Yes, Father!" ”

Three days later, after the sacrifice of the Winter Solstice Festival, Yaohu put the leader's feather crown on Yao Xiaoqing's head, and Yao Xiaoqing officially took over the position of the leader of the Yaoshan tribe.

During the night celebration, Jiang Li took Mu Feng and they brought the wine out of the cellar.

The cafeteria was full of people, and everyone watched Yun Emu and the women of the food team put a white and translucent cup in front of one person.

Yaohu asked Mu Feng to pour the wine into the big pot-bellied pottery bowl on the table, and the crimson wine came out with an unusually rich aroma.

"Xiaoqing said that this is called wine, and said that you will get dizzy after drinking it, let's taste it today."

"Father, I'll pour you wine!" Yao Xiaoqing stood up and poured a full cup for Yaohu, looking at everyone, "All sit down and fill the cup in front of you." ”

Mu Feng shouted, "Okay, it's all full." ”

All the wine in the jar was poured out, and it looked like it was pouring herbal tea.

Yao Xiaoqing raised his glass and said to Yaohu: "Father, we wish the Yaoshan tribe better and better, and next year will be another bumper harvest year." ”

Yao Hu also learned from Yao Xiaoqing and raised his glass, "Okay, our tribe is getting better and better, and next year will be another bumper harvest year!" ”

Jiang Li took the lead and shouted, "Our tribe is getting better and better, and next year will be another bumper harvest year!" ”

"Drink!" Yaohu shouted.

Everyone tilted their necks and poured the wine into their mouths, and after a while, Yaohu shook his head again and again, "Why is it astringent?" ”

Mu Feng smacked his lips, "It's not as good as sugar water, it's astringent~"

Yao Xiaoqing also didn't think it tasted, "I don't think it tastes good either!" ”

Jiang Li smiled and nodded, "It tastes good, and it's not that you can't drink it." ”

It seems that Jiang Li alone can tolerate this taste.

Yun Amu smiled: "We still have canned sugar, we eat canned sugar, and it will be sweet next year." ”

The children shouted happily, "Dam, let's move the canned candy." ”

"Come on!" Hua took Ah Sen and Ya Ya to the cellar and brought all the cans of candy.

The canned sugar has won unanimous praise from everyone, and Yao Xiaoqing's wine ginger is exclusive.

In the winter, Jiang Li continued to teach everyone to read, and the children in the tribe also began to attend classes.

Winter goes to spring, and it's time for spring sowing again.

The Yao Xiaoqing tribe selected a field specifically for raising seedlings and planting seedlings.

The fields were heightened, the seedlings were soaked in water, fertilized, and the seedlings were leveled. After the rice field was leveled, she took out the bag of rice seeds, picked out the deflated seeds, exposed them to the sun, and soaked them.

Wait until the sprouts of the grain seeds are exposed, spread the grain seeds evenly on the seedbed, and sprinkle a layer of corn ash, and begin to prepare for the winter wheat harvest.

A few days later, Yao Xiaoqing went to see the grain seeds, and they had already grown three or four leaves, and she found that these seedlings were growing well, but the stems were longer than the seedlings in later generations.

After more than half a month, all the winter wheat has been sunburned, and the seedlings have grown into a green patch, and the slender stems of the seedlings appear to be taller, looking a little similar to wild rice.

At first, everyone was very curious about the seeds scattered in the mud, and they were very happy to see the seedlings that grew like cattails.

Yao Xiaoqing tied the hemp rope to the wooden stick, divided the box, and began to pull out the seedlings, she pulled out the seedlings and saw that the seedlings had many roots and hairs, the root color was positive, and there was no black and gray root system, so she pulled it up with confidence.

Yao Xiaoqing taught them to use their right index finger and middle finger to clamp the roots of the seedlings, with the palm facing the seedlings, and then insert the seedlings into the soil face down along the roots.

Those seedlings were planted in less than an acre of land, and Shanami was a good worker, and all of them were planted in the field in less than half a day. Another retrograde manure was applied.

The next day, Shan Emu found Yao Xiaoqing with a anxious face, "Xiaoqing, the seedlings in the field are like frost, and they are starting to turn yellow." Are they all dead? ”

Yao Xiaoqing was so frightened that he chuckled in his heart, and reacted after a while, "Eminem, after the seedlings are pulled out once and replanted, the root system is damaged, and it takes six or seven days for the damaged root system to repair and sprout." ”

Shan Eminem breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest, "I'm scared to death, it took so much effort to get it back, and it's all dead?" ”

Yao Xiaoqing smiled and patted her on the shoulder, "Don't worry, let's go and see it in a few days." When the time comes, pull out the weeds inside. ”

"Good!" Mountain Eminem left with peace of mind.

Six or seven days passed in a flash, the damaged root system sprouted new roots, the seedlings in the field began to turn green, and Shan Eminem's hanging heart finally relaxed.

After more than ten days, the seedlings began to tiller and joint, and Yao Xiaoqing led people to fertilize again. She found that the seedlings were well tillered, but the roots were a little scattered, similar to the morphology of wild rice.

Half a month later, Yao Xiaoqing found that these seedlings were indeed much taller than those in later generations, and they were already as high as the rice heading stage. She felt that the rice had not yet evolved and matured, and that it would have to be optimized for a long time.

In late July, the rice began to boot, and the rice had grown to one meter four or five high.

Yao Xiaoqing led people to fertilize for the last time, and the heading and filling period could not be fertilized, so that the rice would be greedy for green, late ripening, the seed setting rate would be reduced, and the lodging probability would be greater.

Nearly a month passed, Yao Xiaoqing arrived at the edge of the rice field, and after looking around, she looked at the grain ears after heading and filling with grain, and felt disappointed.

The most on one ear is more than 20 grains, and the few are only a dozen. Her wish to eat white rice would take another two years to come true.

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