Chapter 936 The Noseless Witch

In the luxurious room with several pieces of pottery fixed on the roof, a female primitive woman who looked older than the priest of the hunchback primitive tribe sat on a cushion woven from piles of straw.

She looks very old, not only has layers of wrinkles on her face, but also many age spots on it.

Around her neck hung a string of beads, some of which were made of pottery, some of copper, some of stone, some of bone...

Although the material is different, the size is basically the same.

These beads are not particularly round, but each one is very smooth and shiny.

Especially the few copper beads, even if there is no sunlight shining on them, they still give people a shiny feeling.

This is the result of wearing it close to the body all the year round, and the old woman primitive people are always touching it with their hands.

Well, this kind of behavior and the result can be summed up in two words—disk it!

The size of the beads is not small, and the size of the string of beads naturally looks not small.

However, hanging such a large string of beads around the neck of this old primitive man will not make people feel that the old primitive man is thin and small, but it will give people a feeling of complementing each other.

This is mainly due to the fact that this primitive woman is not small in size and has a lot of flesh on her body. Although she is already old, she still has a whole body of flesh. When she sits there, her tonnage is not small.

According to the eyes of people of this era, this old primitive woman should be extremely beautiful, but no one would think that this old primitive woman is beautiful.

This is not because the aesthetics of people in this era have changed, but because she has no nose.

Where the nose should have been, not only did it not protrude, but it sank a little, leaving only two black holes.

This makes her look very ugly, and some people will feel fearful because of it.

This is what the priestesses of this tribe must go through.

If you want to become a priestess in the tribe, you must cut off your nose.

Moreover, people who become witches cannot be like other primitive females, get into the grass with male primitives, and cannot give birth to their own children.

I don't know when this tradition was passed down, and the people in the tribe don't know the intention.

However, they still passed down such rules, and strictly followed them, no one dared to surpass them.

This old-looking fat maiden was sitting here, gently stroking the bead string hanging around her neck with one hand, with an intriguing smile on her face.

Although she is old, her ears are very good, and she can hear the conversations outside.

It was precisely because she heard the conversation outside that she showed such an expression.

More fine pottery?

More exquisite pottery than the pottery of your own tribe?

How is this possible!

Your own tribe is the most powerful.

The pottery of my own tribe looks so perfect, how could there be more exquisite pottery than the pottery of my own tribe?

People out there who say things like this are just too stupid.

Thinking this way in her heart, she was about to tell the people in her tribe to ignore them.

As a result, the man from his own tribe had already walked in, holding a small piece of pottery carefully in his hand.

The light at the door was blocked by the person who came in, causing the pottery in his hand to be in the dark, so the witch didn't see the appearance of the pottery clearly for a while.

Seeing the behavior of this person from her own tribe, she couldn't help shaking her head.

This person is still not successful, and he believed the words of that person outside so easily.

He said that their tribe has more exquisite pottery than his own, does it really exist?

Why don't you know how to identify it?

However, this person had already brought something in at this time, so she didn't let him go out again.

Anyway, she's just sitting here idling, so it doesn't matter if she tries to look around.

In such a mood, this person bent over cautiously, said some words in his mouth, and passed his hands forward,

It's so convenient for their maiden to see this extraordinarily exquisite pottery.

The witch listened reluctantly, and glanced at the pottery in his hand with indifferent eyes. After seeing the appearance of this thing clearly, she couldn't move her eyes away immediately.

"#￥4x-on:2..."

She spoke excitedly, and reached out to take the exquisite pottery from this man's hand, her movements were more cautious than this man's.

Holding it in both hands, she put the pottery in front of her eyes, looked at it carefully, and there were various expressions in her eyes.

There is shock, there is disbelief, there is extraordinary love...

All the disdain before was gone.

Before that, she always thought that the things from her own tribe were the best, especially pottery, salt and copper.

Except for their own tribe, the rest of the tribes don't even know how to make these things, let alone make pottery that is more exquisite than their own tribe's pottery.

But now, there is such a piece of pottery in front of her.

As a miko, she is very familiar with pottery.

In their tribe, if you want to become a witch, you need to cut off your nose when you are not yet an adult, and then this group of people is called by the previous witch to a valley to teach secretly how to make pottery and how to use it. Things make copper and make weapons out of that beautiful copper.

After a long period of time, the one who has mastered these things the best among them will become the next shrine maiden.

As for the rest, they all became losers.

Losers have little power.

The price of their failure is that they stay in that valley all the time, make these two things, until they die, they can't get out of that valley again.

As a leader among the group of people at that time, the old priestess was certainly no stranger to pottery making.

With just one glance, she could see that this small pottery far surpassed the pottery made by their tribe!

Holding this exquisite pottery in her hand, she looked at it carefully for a while, and the more she looked at it, the more exquisite she felt.

After holding it in her hand and looking at it carefully for a while, the old witch suddenly stood up from the cushion.

Then he moved his steps and walked towards the door without slowing down.

After a while, she walked out of the house and walked towards the hunchbacked primitive man and his party who were standing there waiting.

Seeing this old woman with a lot of flesh on her body and a very strange dress, the hunchbacked primitive man, they were stunned for a while.

They never thought that such a gorgeous house lived in such a person.

This powerful and wealthy tribe, the most respected witch, actually looks like this!

Not only the hunchbacked primitive man and his party were stunned, but also the person who entered the room holding pottery was also stunned for a moment.

Their witch actually walked out of the house again!

You must know that since the witches of their tribe have become real witches, generally speaking, they will not easily go out of the house.

But now, she walked out of the house without any hesitation.

And what caused this behavior was the small piece of exquisite pottery brought by the tribe.

The old priestess ignored the shock of these people, she went straight to the front of the hunchbacked primitive man, and raised her hand holding the pottery bowl upwards.

"#￥45%..."

When she spoke, her voice was hoarse, because she was too excited, and her speech was a little fast, which caused the hunchbacked primitive man to not understand her meaning very well.

It wasn't until the witch repeated it a second time that the hunchbacked primitive realized that she was asking herself where she got this precious pottery.

"#￥x-on:3..."

The hunchbacked primitive man spoke and told the witch about their previous encounters.

The witch stood here and listened carefully.

After doing this for a while, the hunchbacked primitive man opened the package he was carrying, and took out the gourd carefully wrapped in animal skin.

Inside the gourd is the salt produced by the Qingque tribe.

Earlier, it was poured into a bowl by the priests of the hunchback primitive tribe, and when they set off from the tribe, they carefully poured it into the gourd.

The noseless witch lightly placed the bowl in her hand on the ground, then reached out to take the gourd handed over by the hunchbacked primitive man, and opened it carefully.

Then turn the gourd on its side and pour the salt out of it.

The finely crushed salt that was smashed by the stone mortar turned into a thin line and fell into the bowl along the mouth of the gourd.

The Miko who watched this scene without blinking was shocked again.

She put down the empty gourd, carefully picked up the bowl of salt with both hands, and watched it carefully.

His eyes were full of surprise.

The salt was actually exactly what the hunchbacked guy said, there was no sand.

It was the first time she saw salt without sand.

As long as I can remember, I have seen people with sandy soil in the table salt. Before that, I never thought that the sandy soil in the table salt can be removed, and it can be removed so cleanly.

It's just like before she saw this exquisite pottery bowl, she never thought that pottery can be made so exquisitely.

She watched it carefully for a while, and then asked the person who came out of the room to fetch some water with a clay pot, and then brought firewood, and directly boiled water and cooked rice in this open space.

There are three cylindrical legs under the clay pot used for fetching water, which can stand there when it is placed on the ground.

Such clay pots are very convenient for boiling water and cooking, at least there is no need to find stones to support the pots.

Once the clay pot is placed there, it can be directly burned with fire.

Soon there was a flame, and after a while, the food was cooked.

The witch took out two small and a half bowls of rice from the jar by herself.

The utensils she uses to hold rice are also round, but there is still a gap between them and the bowls of the Qingque tribe.

In order to facilitate writing and reading, it is also called a bowl.

After doing this, the witch got some salt from the Qingque Tribe and put it into a bowl and stirred it evenly.

Then I got some salt from their tribe, put it into another bowl, and stirred it evenly.

She first picked up the bowl of rice with Qingque tribe's salt, put it to her mouth and took a bite.

As soon as a mouthful of rice entered her mouth, her eyes couldn't help but brighten up.

Originally, she wanted to just take a sip, and then went on to taste the rice with her own tribe's salt, but she couldn't help but ate several mouthfuls, and finally endured it with great perseverance.

She put down the bowl with little food left and picked up another bowl of rice.

She brought it to her mouth and only took a bite, before she couldn't help but frown.

In the past, she tasted so delicious food with her own tribe's salt added.

But now, when the delicious food was in her mouth, she couldn't feel it at all, and she even wanted to spit it out.

It's okay to have some bitter taste, the key is that there is some sand mixed in it, which makes it extremely uncomfortable to eat.

She frowned and swallowed the food.

After taking one bite, I never want to take a second bite.

She put down the bowl, then picked up the bowl with little food left, brought it to her mouth and ate it happily, eating all the food in it in a short while. Not even a little bit left.

"Huh~"

After putting down the clean bowl, Miko couldn't help but let out a long breath, which was very comfortable.

Her gaze fell on the exquisite earthenware bowl beside her and the salt in the earthenware bowl, and she became excited and eager.

This is what table salt should look like!

"x-on:#￥4x-on:..."

She held the pottery bowl and the salt inside into her arms again, refusing to let go.

At the same time, he kept saying something to the hunchbacked primitive man.

What she meant was whether such things could be given to the tribe, and they were willing to exchange them with food.

The hunchbacked primitive who was instructed by their tribal priest had such a plan, and he agreed immediately after hearing the words.

However, he said that in order to get these two things, they paid a lot of food, so they can no longer exchange for these two things according to the previous exchange method.

After figuring out what the hunchbacked primitive man meant, the old witch agreed without any hesitation.

In her opinion, these two things are so good, it is necessary to exchange some more food, anyway, their tribe is not short of food.

Even if the hunchbacked primitive didn't say so, she would also take the initiative to increase the food exchanged.

The food used in the exchange is less, and it is not worthy of the status of these two exquisite foods.

So, under her personal auspices, the exchange started again.

This original exchange is simple and cumbersome, so there is no need to describe it too much.

You only need to know that after such an exchange, almost a quarter of the things brought by the hunchback primitive people have returned to their hands.

Such a result made the hunchbacked primitive people very happy, the mouths of the hunchbacked primitive people almost went behind the ears.

As early as when he left his own tribe to go to this tribe, their wise priest told him that these two things should be exchanged for a lot of things from this wealthy tribe.

Now, after a lot of exchanges, it really looks like this, and the things obtained in the exchange are more than what the wise priest said.

The hunchbacked primitive man did not bring these foods back, but exchanged them for some pottery and salt soil from this tribe.

After this transaction, the hunchbacked primitive people were no longer afraid of this strange-looking witch.

He imitated this tribal man, put his hands together on top of his head, and saluted the witch earnestly.

"x-on:￥%%..."

The witch holding the fine pottery tightly spoke to him, meaning that they should find the tribe that could make these two things as soon as possible.

Their tribe is still willing to exchange with them at the price just now.

The hunchbacked primitive man, who was already very happy, couldn't keep his mouth shut after he figured out what the witch meant.

He nodded repeatedly, and straightened his chest as much as possible, and then beat hard with his hands to express his determination to do this.

After seeing such a scene, the noseless Miko laughed happily.

With her nose missing, her smile was not good-looking at all, it could even be described as terrifying, but such a smile was so pretty in the eyes of the hunchbacked primitive people and the others.

If it wasn't for the fact that the language he mastered wasn't systematic enough, and some things weren't easy to express, the hunchbacked primitive man would have said to the witch—you look so pretty when you smile, like a spring flower...

After saluting respectfully to the smiling maiden again, the hunchbacked primitive people packed up the pottery and other things they had exchanged.

One part was tied to the back of the animal, and the other part was waiting for someone to hold or carry it. Under the guidance of the previous person, they turned around and left from here, along the road they walked before, passing through the many The weird caves, leave here.

After walking forward for a while, the hunchbacked primitive man couldn't help but look back, and saw that the witches of this tribe were still standing here, watching them leave and laughing at them.

Such a scene warmed the heart of the hunchbacked primitive.

He also smiled at the witch, and left here under the leadership of the person who brought them in.

The witch standing here has been watching the hunchbacked primitive man leave, and stood here for a while longer, holding the exquisite pottery and delicious salt in both hands, and carefully walked into the room that belonged to the past generations of witches.

Came into the room, sat down again, and after a while, the smile on her face did not completely fade away.

After staying here for a while, she stood up again and walked out of the room.

"x-on:#4￥!"

After she walked out of the room, she stood here and shouted loudly. After a while, several people with weapons made of bronze ran over.

After the old priestess said a few words to them, she led these people towards the mountain not too far from their living area.

During the walk, these men with bronze weapons in their hands were always around the old witch, protecting her.

A group of people walked like this, and slowly approached the mountain.

There was smoke floating from the mountain in front of me.

Miko and the others did not go climbing, but came to a valley.

At the mouth of the valley, a rough wall was built with stones and mud, and there was a door on the wall.

There are four copper rings on the door, two copper rings in a row, one up and one down.

Each row of brass rings is covered with strong sticks, the sticks are relatively long, and the ends of the sticks block the walls on either side of the door.

This kind of operation can make the people inside unable to open the door from the inside.

The witch came to stand in front of the door, and a person stepped forward and pulled out two sticks from inside one by one, put them aside, and then stretched out his hand to push the door open.

The priestess, holding a pottery bowl in her hand, walked in.

These people also walked in.

On weekdays, the witches do not come out of the room, and they are the ones who transport food into the valley, and transport out the pottery and other things made in it.

In the valley, not all stones, but also a lot of soil.

Walk a little further inside, and you can see some people are busy here.

Some people are making mud embryos there, while others are carrying the prepared mud embryos to dry.

There are also some bulges, where smoke is coming out.

This is firing the mud embryo that has been made and dried.

These people who are working are all women, but like witches, these people have no noses.

The age of these people is roughly divided into three groups, one group is about the same age as the witches, and the number of these people is the smallest, only four.

The second group is women in their prime, these people are the main force of making these things, the remaining group is the youngest, some have grown up and some have not yet grown up.

The first two groups of older people are the losers of the witches' competition, and the rest of the younger ones are the contenders for the next witches.

Seeing the witch coming in person, these people all stopped their movements, and just like the people outside, they folded their hands together and placed them on top of their heads to salute.

Some sharp-eyed people had already seen the exquisite pottery in the hands of the witch, and their eyes suddenly widened.

Most of the younger people looked at the witch with respect and envy, hoping that they could win and become a witch one day.

But such a wish is not very easy to realize, except for the lucky one, everyone else will have to work here for the rest of their lives.

Just like those gray-haired people, they are already so old, and they still can't leave the valley.

"x-on:34#￥4..."

The maiden glanced at everyone, then spoke, and raised her hand holding the pottery bowl.

All eyes were on it, and after seeing the appearance of the pottery, they all opened their mouths.

As pottery makers, they understand what the pottery in front of them represents far better than others.

After getting permission from the witch, all these people gathered around and looked at the pottery in shock and fascination.

"x-on:#￥WT..."

After a while, the miko spoke again.

She was asking these people if they could also make such exquisite pottery.

After understanding what the witch meant, these people shook their heads.

Even those who are good at pottery among them are shaking their heads.

This kind of pottery is so exquisite that it has completely surpassed their abilities.

Seeing such a scene, Miko was not disappointed. She had a clear understanding of the level of pottery making in her tribe.

"x-on:￥3T..."

After a short pause, the witch spoke again, this time her words were a bit long.

However, these people did not show how long she spoke, and, as she told her, their eyes became brighter and their people became more and more energetic, and they looked better than the exquisite pottery they just saw. When eating bowls, they are more energetic.

It is not surprising that they are in such a state, because just now the priestess spoke, saying that no matter which one of them can make pottery of this level, then the next priestess will be hers.

It doesn't matter how old the person is.

After hearing such news, how could these people be unhappy?

Even those few people who were about the same age as the witches became energetic.

After staying here for a while and talking to these people, the witch turned around and left.

Go deeper into the valley.

After walking inside for a while, a lot of gravel appeared on the ground.

There was a clanging sound coming from inside, someone was busy here.

There are more people working here than those making pottery outside.

These people also have no noses, and their origins are the same as those outside.

Seeing the witch coming in, these people stopped what they were doing and saluted the witch.

The witch accepted everyone's salute calmly, and after looking around for a while, said a few words to everyone, and left from here.

She didn't tell these people about making that fine pottery.

The people who stay here can actually make pottery as well. After all, they all learned how to make pottery and copper at the beginning.

It's just that after the witches of that generation are selected, the remaining people will be grouped according to their studies at that time.

Those who are better at making pottery make pottery, and those who are better at making copper make copper here.

These people were not as good as those outside in making pottery before, and after so many years, they are even worse.

If the people outside can't make that kind of pottery, let alone the people inside.

After staying here for a while, the witch returned from here under the escort of several people, and took the exquisite pottery bowl away before leaving.

Only she, a miko, is qualified to own such a precious thing.

After walking out of the valley and closing the gate of the valley from the outside, the priestess holding the pottery bowl returned to the place where she lived.

In the room filled with many pottery and the salt contained in the pottery, only the maiden stayed here, and the bustle just now had all gone away with her return.

She carefully looked at the pottery bowl in front of her, and then looked at the many pottery in the room. The more she looked at it, the more she felt that the pottery bowl was exquisite, and the pottery from her own tribe was far inferior.

After watching this for a while, she sighed and shook her head.

She knew that with her own tribe, it was basically impossible to make such exquisite pottery. Even if she had said that to those people in the valley not long ago and given that condition, these people would basically It is impossible to make such pottery in the world.

Because the gap between the two is really too big.

Thinking about these things in her heart, she raised her head and cast her gaze in the room where the hunchbacked primitive man and his party left.

If the tribe wants to get more of this kind of exquisite pottery and that kind of delicious salt, perhaps they can only rely on these people.

These people must find the tribe that can produce these two precious things. Only in this way can their own tribe get more of these two things.

You can even learn how to make these two precious things...

As she thought this way, a look of hope and apprehension appeared on her face.

After sitting here and thinking like this for a while, the old witch got up and walked to a place in the room.

There is a thick stone slab against the wall, and a red stripe outlines a seemingly abstract pattern on the stone slab.

Some are like tigers, and some are like leopards. If Han Cheng is here, after seeing this pattern, he will definitely regard it as a ferocious kitten with some cuteness in it.

Because the totem of this tribe is a tiger outlined with red lines, this tribe is called the Red Tiger Tribe.

After the maiden from the Red Tiger Tribe came here, she placed the pottery bowl of the Qingque Tribe she was holding in her hand in front of the stone slab with the pattern drawn on it, and then she sat cross-legged on the bottom, raised her two hands, and placed them one on the left and one on the right. On the top of his head, he closed his eyes and muttered non-stop.

This is obviously praying to the gods of their tribe...

On the branch outside the window of the tree house, all the buds have already bloomed, and a strong fragrance floats along the open window and into the tree house together with the sunlight.

The hunchbacked primitive man sat cross-legged on the floor covered with wild animal fur, talking with joy on his face. Opposite him, sat the old and wise priest of their tribe.

The old priest also sat here cross-legged, listening carefully to the hunchbacked primitive man with a smile on his face.

Because the houses of this tribe are built on trees like bird's nests, this tribe is called a tribe with nests.

After doing this for a while, the hunchbacked primitive man told the old priest all about what they had encountered in the nearby Red Tiger Tribe this time.

After hearing the whole process, the smile on the face of the old priest of the Nest tribe became even more intense.

He nodded vigorously, then touched his forehead with his hand, and then reached out to touch the hunchbacked primitive man's forehead to express his approval for this matter and praise the hunchbacked primitive man and his party.

The hunchbacked primitive man who received the praise couldn't help but smile all over his face, and was extremely happy...

After a day, under the tree house of the Youchao tribe, it became lively again, and the pottery and salt exchanged from the Red Tiger tribe were sorted out.

Some of them were tied to the animal's back, and the rest were carried by themselves.

In addition to these goods, they also carried some food on their backs for consumption on the road.

The animals owned by their tribe are very large, and the load tied to one animal is more than the combined load of several people.

Even so, the animal didn't seem to be able to feel the weight at all, and it was still walking at a similar pace to the past, led by the hunchbacked primitive man and the others, walking forward with the crowd.

The old priest of the Youchao tribe also descended from his tree house along the ladder-like tool to see off the hunchbacked primitive man and his party.

Neither those who were seeing off nor those who were preparing for a long journey felt any sadness or reluctance.

On the one hand, this is because this is the main way for their tribe to obtain food, and they are already used to such things; on the other hand, it is because they are all full of expectations for this long journey.

Looking forward to finding that mysterious tribe and exchanging many precious things from that mysterious tribe.

Then transport these precious things to the neighboring Red Tiger Tribe, and exchange for more food from the powerful and wealthy Red Tiger Tribe.

Because I have great expectations for the result, I don't care much about the difficulties on the way forward and parting.

A group of people gradually left the residential area. People from the Nest tribe stood here and watched for a while. After they walked away, they also spread out in this area to obtain food.

The old priest of the Nest tribe climbed up the ladder to the wooden house where he lived.

When he came to the inside of the house, he did not open the window this time.

He sat cross-legged facing the part of the trunk of the big tree inside the tree house, folded his hands on his forehead, closed his eyes and lowered his head without making a sound, and thus began his prayer.

Seeing his appearance, people who don't know just think that he is dozing off here with his head down...

Spring is here, and the whole world seems to be radiating warmth.

Here in Jinguan City, the depression in winter is no longer visible, and it has been replaced by vitality.

Looking around, there is a piece of green around, and there are some other colors dotted in the green.

This is a blooming flower.

In the shed in the inner courtyard of Jinguan City, Han Cheng was bending over, watering with a ladle in the other hand.

The gourd seeds I ordered before have germinated, and there is a tender bud in the middle of two oval leaves, which looks very beautiful.

After being showered with water like this by Han Cheng, it became more green.

Not far from Han Cheng, Fu Jiang, who had become a mother again, squatted there, looking a little lazy.

Beside it, a few furry and chubby little guys are playing with each other, clumsily, like a few meat balls rolling, it looks extremely fun.

This little milk dog is at a timid and curious age.

A little guy found out what Han Cheng was doing and found it very strange, so he stopped playing with the other puppies and stood here wagging his tail and tilting his head to watch.

After looking at it for a while, it seemed that he still didn't understand what this strange looking guy who didn't look like a dog was doing, so he moved his short legs, dragged his chubby body to this side, and used The little black nose sniffed a gourd seedling that Han Cheng had just watered.

Before the little nose touched the gourd seedling, the little guy flew into the air.

It wasn't Han Cheng's foot that moved, but Fu brought the big dog over, opened his mouth and bit the little guy's neck, and picked it up.

After pulling it away from the gourd seedling, he put the little guy down, and Fu Jiang himself lay down on the ground, continuing to enjoy the warm sunlight.

When he was picked up by General Fu, the little guy seemed extremely honest, but after landing on all fours, he quickly became dishonest.

It stood on the spot for a while, then shook its head, and happily continued to jump towards the gourd seedling.

Seeing this, Fu Jiang, who was lying on the ground just now, had to stand up again, and when the puppy's nose was about to touch the gourd seedling, he opened his mouth again, picked it up, and took it away from here...

At the place where the rice seedlings were planted, Han Cheng, the second senior brother and the others had arched 'bows' on the ground one by one with sticks that were not too thick.

These rice seedlings are growing very well, with some dark green color, they look very strong and full of nutrients.

The seedlings planted by the two different methods look similar, but it is hard to tell which method is better.

But one thing is certain is that the seedlings cultivated by these two methods will definitely grow better than directly spreading the shelled rice in the paddy field.

Looking at the emerald green seedlings in front of him, Han Cheng's mood became very good, which can be described as beautiful enough to fly.

After looking at the seedlings here for a while, and carefully pulling out a few weeds mixed in the seedlings, Han Cheng left here with his hands behind his back, and walked towards the east side of Jinguan City.

Because everyone has been committed to the development of the paddy fields on the west side, there is basically no development on the east side of Jinguan City.

But time will not be idle here.

After all the relatively easy-to-develop waters around here have been developed, Han Chengcheng plans to have some canals built to guide some water here.

But in time, this place can also become a rice field and grow rice.

Because it is not too far away from the water, the amount of this project will not be too large.

In fact, a piece of land has been opened up here, the area is not too large, about an acre or more.

The land was also cultivated.

Different from the flat paddy fields, there are trenches dug here.

There is nothing else, and what is buried in these ridges are sweet millet stalks that have been cut into pieces.

Such a good thing that can produce a lot of sugar, Han Cheng has not forgotten that last autumn, he had someone cut off the mature sweet millet stalks across the water.

A small number of people who went to the tribe practiced their teeth, and the rest dug the cellar and stored it in the cellar, covered with some sand.

When spring comes, some buds grow on these sweet millet stalks.

When most of the people were busy working on the paddy field, Han Cheng called out some people to spend two days burying the sweet millet stalks in the ground according to some methods in his memory.

At this time, rows of shoots grew along the long lines, some of them looked like sorghum, and some of them looked like corn...

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