Chapter 62 The Feat of Crossing the Ages

Today is a day of great significance to Han Cheng, or the whole Qingque tribe.

Because just today, Han Cheng led them to perform a trans-epochal feat!

——Grow rapeseed!

Well, as soon as the specifics of this cross-age pioneering work were mentioned, Bi Ge was immediately pulled from the sky to the ground.

However, Han Cheng did not exaggerate, this is indeed a pioneering work across the ages.

Because this is the first step for the Qingque tribe to move from fishing and hunting to farming.

Those in the tribe who worked under his guidance didn't know the significance of this matter, but as a time traveler, Han Cheng knew it.

The forest on the west side of the tribe, about 50 meters away from the westernmost wall, had a rather ill-fated fate. First, the people led by Han Cheng peeled off a section of the root skin, and stood there silently waiting for death. Advent.

As a result, before they were completely dead, a big storm fell on their heads again.

This is also good, and it can be regarded as giving them a good time.

They were overturned by the big storm, and their deaths were not peaceful, because in the following days, because of the construction of the wall, many of their remains were dismembered in a brutal way by the people of the Qingque tribe , and then was sealed in the wall...

Now, they will be destroyed again - by fire.

A few months passed. Except for some of the fallen trees, which were still alive after falling to the ground, all the leaves of the fallen trees had fallen, revealing their bony torsos, which looked a bit like animal bones.

When collecting wood for the construction of the wall, Han Cheng had a plan.

He circled an area of ​​about three or four acres on the fallen forest that was originally reserved for arable land.

Let the people in the tribe collect the wood first, and after using up what can be used, they can use the wood in the yard.

Now, the advantages of doing so have been reflected.

There are far fewer trees in this area than in other places.

Han Cheng only needs to take his clansmen to clean up a little, and then he can set fire to it.

However, Han Cheng still feels distressed about burning so many tree trunks. To be honest, these big tree trunks left here are the best building materials, but there is no way. With the current tools of the tribe, they cannot be dealt with at all.

Therefore, these pillar talents can only be used as chopping firewood, no, it is worse than chopping firewood.

At the very least, chopping firewood can make a fire to cook and then fertilize the fields, but they can only burn themselves in vain to fatten these primitive fields.

Well, maybe this is called being born at the wrong time and being born at the wrong time...

This large piece of wood, Han Cheng was reluctant to burn them all. In order to avoid the situation of burning the entire camp, before lighting the fire, Han Cheng had people clear out a nearly 20-meter-wide road around the four mu of land. The isolation zone, and the wood that needs to be burned in the fertile fields should also be gathered in the middle as much as possible.

The four acres of land are covered with a thick layer of wood, on top of which are collected leaves from the surrounding area.

Han Cheng took the burning firewood from the senior brother and put it on top of the dry leaves.

The scorching flames quickly made the thirsty leaves hot, and then they were completely ignited and sank into it.

When the dry wood that can no longer be dried meets a raging fire, the enthusiasm that bursts out is enough to make people startle.

Because if you don't look sideways, your eyebrows and eyelashes will be burnt.

The tile-blue sky looked extraordinarily high and distant, with a few white clouds floating there like cotton, motionless.

Under the clear sky, a thick column of smoke rose up, far away from the raging flames below, and there was actually a feeling of laziness.

Wu, senior brother and the others looked at a large sea of ​​flames from a distance, felt the scorching temperature,

There is a look of fear in the eyes.

Han Cheng is not afraid at all, because this is not a later life, he does not have to worry that someone will suddenly come over like a smelly cat, take him away in a car, and then fine him 3,000 yuan and then detain him for half a month... …

Under the blue sky and white clouds, smoke pillars rise mistyly, bringing a reassuring breath of human existence to this era that is still in the wild.

The gods gave Han Cheng a lot of face after seeing the sky. There was no wind all day long, which made Han Cheng, who was always ready to put out the fire, and ran away quickly if it couldn't be extinguished.

It was not until the evening approached that the fire was gradually extinguished, and only wisps of green smoke rose slowly under the afterglow of the setting sun.

After confirming that the fire would not burn anywhere else, Han Cheng returned to the tribe with the people in the tribe.

The courtyard wall has been established, but there is actually a little trouble, that is, when going back to the cave in the past, there is nowhere to go, but now it is no longer possible, they have to detour to the gate of the courtyard wall to return to the courtyard...

On the second day, Han Cheng took the people in the tribe to remove the courtyard and brought tools to the open space that was burned yesterday.

Under Han Cheng's demonstration, everyone spread the burnt ashes on the blackened land as evenly as possible.

Then he picked up the multifunctional weapon in the tribe - the stick, and started digging.

However, the wooden stick used for digging now has some changes compared with before, that is, the end used for digging has become relatively flat, which is conducive to inserting into the soil and pushing up more soil. .

The soil was pushed up, and the ash on the ground was mixed with the soil, entangled.

Because this is the first piece of land in the tribe, and it is a raw land that has never been cultivated, so Han Cheng decided to turn over all of them before starting to grow rapeseed.

Of course, the current kind of plowing cannot be compared with that of later generations. It takes a long time to plow down the plow in later generations, and it is far less deep than later generations.

Now this kind of digging has only turned about ten centimeters deep.

This is already a lot of work for the people of the Qingque tribe with simple tools!

All capable people from the entire tribe mobilized together, and it took a full six days to turn over this four-acre piece of land.

Of course, this is due to the fact that there is not much land planted now. If there is more land, it is impossible for Han Cheng to adopt such a time-consuming and laborious method. If the tools cannot be improved, he can only carry out extremely extensive slash-and-burn farming, with only a small amount of fields. In order to carry out intensive cultivation.

After turning the ground over, the next step is to watch Han Cheng's performance.

He poured more than half of the rapeseed stored in the clay pot into a clay bowl, walked to the edge of the ground, reached out and grabbed a handful of cool rapeseed, and then began to sprinkle it into the ground.

Of course, this kind of sprinkling is not the whole handful of sprinkling, but loosening your fingers a little, and walking forward while sprinkling.

Stepping on the soft ground mixed with grass ash, Han Cheng walked forward while sowing seeds.

In a trance, he saw a scene that he couldn't go back to - it was a warm spring, his mother was barefoot, her left hand held the pot of fertilizer on her waist, and her right hand picked up the fertilizer as she walked forward and spread it forward. , the white chemical fertilizer fell to the ground like pearls...

The father, who was also barefoot, held an iron plow in one hand and a whip tied with a red string in the other, yelling at the two cows to move forward.

Leaving an overturned, wet land.

A little child is sitting on the ridge. In front of him is an elderly aluminum pot that can be placed on a coal stove to boil water. A yellow dog is lying beside the aluminum pot, wagging its tail, in a happy mood With the little child, you and I eat the peanuts in the straw hat in the child's arms as snacks...

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