Chapter 340 Harvest

"Dingling..."

"Dingling..."

In the shade of the Qingque tribe, such a sound would sound from time to time.

Although the people of the tribe are used to it, they still can't help but look over here at this time, enviously looking at the lame who is wielding an iron ax and beating a chisel to make holes in the wood.

The people of the Qingque tribe now have an additional problem, that is, they refuse to rest peacefully in the tribe after meals and in other free time, but wander around the small rivers and ditches around the tribe.

Once you find some rust-like iron bacteria, you will happily put it in the jar.

The ease of use of iron tools fascinated everyone in the tribe.

Several people who often cook want to use iron knives to kill and process prey and cut food.

The woman who made the clothes wanted an iron knife with which to cut the leather.

Because the iron knife can not only cut the leather quickly, but also cut the leather very neatly, and the fur on the edge is not easy to be worn.

"Crackling..."

Looking at the broken bone needle, Xing sighed, then turned his gaze to Limp and Han Cheng under the shade of the tree.

If a needle is made out of iron, it should be more useful for sewing clothes when the time comes...

"Bang... bang"

Master Sha, the sharpshooter, pulled out the feathered arrow from the target, stared at it for a while, and put it back into the quiver at his waist made of tree bark folded in half.

Wouldn't it be more powerful if the arrowheads were made of iron and mounted on feather arrows?

Can you shoot through this thickened target?

Touching the mark left on the target with his hand, Junior Brother Sha was lost in thought.

It must be able to shoot through the target!

Thinking of the power of iron knives and axes, Junior Brother Sha clenched his fists hard.

It's just that there is too little iron in the tribe. After making four kinds of utensils, there is nothing left...

The appearance of iron tools has broadened the horizons of everyone in the Qingque tribe, and many people are looking forward to using iron to make more and better utensils.

After an autumn rain, the weather turned cold, and the Qingque Tribe didn't have much shortage of clothes now, and one person and two bodies could still do it.

So even those who like to show off their muscles most shirtless put on their clothes honestly.

One autumn is added to the three volts. Similarly, the tail of the autumn tiger is also unbearable.

As the weather cleared up, the temperature rose rapidly again, and the humid and warm water vapor mixed with the smell of the soil rose in waves.

Han Cheng, who was wearing straw sandals, stood on the edge of the field, looking at the millet with his head down, he couldn't help smiling.

Modesty is a good quality. Those who are truly capable are generally more humble. What I fear most is the kind of dissatisfied and half-filled wandering around...

Just like the millet bearing heavy fruits with its head down, the dogtail grass, which has also grown for half a year without much harvest, is swaying in the autumn wind with its head upright, trying to attract the attention of Han Cheng who is standing on the edge of the field.

However, Han Cheng didn't understand the style, his eyes only fell on the heavy ears of grain and Bai Xuemei next to him, and he refused to disperse a little elsewhere.

It is still very wet to step on the edge of the field with your feet. It is not only difficult to walk in the field like this, but it will also destroy the millet. More importantly, it is extremely difficult to plow the field again after harvesting, because the ground has been trampled. It's true.

Looking at the sun hanging in the sky, and looking at the millet growing in the ground, which has not yet reached the grain size, Han Cheng still did not give the order to harvest.

Let's wait a little longer, Qiuhuo is very strong now, and he will do a lot of work almost until tomorrow, and he will be fine when he goes to the field and pays.

The next day Han Cheng came to check the moisture content, and it was exactly as he thought.

However, the expected harvest did not start immediately.

Han Cheng, Wu, Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, and other members of the Qingque Tribe, each holding a handle with a polished handle, walked carefully in the mature millet field.

From time to time, some millet heads would be cut off, and the captured heads would be placed in these stump heads.

The ones that were beheaded all grew stronger, and the ears of grain were larger than normal.

According to the division method of the army, even if you can't be called a general, you can still use low-level officers like Shizhang and Lieutenant for comparison.

Han Cheng and Wu and the others can be regarded as beheading officers in the midst of thousands of troops, like searching for things in their pockets...

Before the official harvest, it is very necessary to select some grains with large spikes in the field and store them separately.

Seeds, fertilizers, farming methods, and water conservancy are all crucial to increase food production. Genetically modified and hybrid millet, etc., can't make Han Cheng shit out.

What can be done is to select seeds, carry out survival of the fittest, and slowly cultivate high-quality and high-yield seeds.

Among the many factors that increase grain production, good seeds can be called internal factors.

Cultivating a good next generation is something that the Qingque tribe has been doing all the time, whether it is the rapeseed, rabbits, chickens before or the millet now.

After the area of ​​about two mu of land was turned around, Tietou and others, who were standing on the ridge of the field carrying stone sickles and bone sickles sharpening their knives, began to harvest according to Han Cheng's instructions.

The golden millet poles collided with each other, and under the joint action of the sickle and the palm, they made a crackling sound.

Sweat dripped from the cheeks and body, and the bronze-colored face and chest, against the golden ears of millet, together weaved and constructed a golden dream.

The stalks of millet fell down, bundled into bundles, and carried by hooks to the threshing ground that had been cleaned up in the tribe.

During the busy season, no one can relax.

Those women who are weak or have big bellies who can't do heavy work will unbundle the millet brought back to the scene and spread it on the scene to prepare for the next step of threshing.

The weather has been fine these few days, and the gods have to take advantage of the face to beat the harvested millet and put them in the house as soon as possible, so that this heart can be truly let go.

Otherwise, any small accident may ruin half a year of hard work and hope.

The minors in the tribe are not idle either. They walk around the harvested grain field, picking up the ears of grain that fell on the ground...

Twenty or thirty mu of land is not too much compared to the current population of the Qingque tribe.

With everyone working together, in three days, the millet was harvested and transported to the threshing field.

A few people who are often familiar with the playing field use wooden forks and other things to slap the dried millet one after another.

Stretching the field, hitting the field, starting the field, raising the field... After this series of events, a pile of grains piled up on the scene.

These newly harvested grains cannot be stored directly. They need to be dried in the sun for a few days before they can be packed in large tanks.

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