Chapter 107 The doubts of the tribesmen (please recommend and collect)

"Transplanting rice means that you see that the rice is growing very densely now. In this way, they can't grow big, so we have to move it to a larger place so that each of them can grow separately. This is transplanting rice." Luo Chong thought for a while and said it in the most understandable way.

The elder nodded in understanding and began to call the tribesmen to take their tools to work.

The men carried copper shovels and dug several gaps in each ditch. The water from the artificial river rushed into the rice fields. In less than an hour, those places became artificial swamps.

Luo Chong led the women to start digging out the rice seedlings. Luo Chong in his previous life had never planted land, and he didn't know how to do it, so he had to use the most primitive method, digging with his hands.

In order not to damage the roots of the rice seedlings, he directly inserted his hands into the mud, dug out the rice seedlings with their roots, and then divided them into handfuls and put them aside. Hundreds of people worked together to dig less than three acres of land, and they finished digging quickly.

At the wooden barrel, according to Luo Chong's request, a bunch of 40-centimeter-long sticks were cut with a ruler to control the row spacing when transplanting rice seedlings.

After the preparations were made, everyone went to have breakfast first, and then came together to learn transplanting rice seedlings from Luo Chong.

"Everyone, look carefully, use two fingers to pinch the root of the seedling and insert it directly into the mud. It must be inserted straight up and down, not crooked, and must be inserted into the mud, otherwise the seedling will die. Then use the small sticks given to you to measure it, and then insert the next one."

Luo Chong repeatedly emphasized the two points of inserting straight and inserting into the mud. As long as these two points are achieved, at least the seedlings can survive. This is the most he can think of. He doesn't know other precautions.

Everyone said that they understood, but some people raised questions.

"Chief, can this grass really be eaten? Even if it can be eaten, it won't be as full as meat." A man from the original black rat tribe asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked at Luo Chong. Obviously, everyone wanted to know this question, but no one dared to ask it.

If Luo Chong was engaged in breeding, they could understand it, after all, it was real, visible meat, and they could also obtain fur. There were more and more animals, and they didn't have to take risks to hunt. Everyone was very enthusiastic about breeding.

But everyone didn't understand the planting of crops. The tribesmen didn't object to planting peanuts. The tribesmen of the Han tribe didn't dare to object, and they believed in the leader. The Black Rat Tribe didn't object either, because they had eaten peanuts.

But no one had ever eaten rice. No one had even seen it, so how could they know the importance of rice? They thought it was not worth it for Luo Chong to waste so much time on planting rice, so they asked this question.

Luo Chong was not angry either. He was very happy that so many people had worked with him unconditionally until now. Innovation and reform have always been inseparable from doubts and opposition, even primitive people are no exception. He was prepared for this.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Luo Chong smiled and said, "This grass is indeed not for human consumption. We eat its seeds. Shitou, go get that bag of rice seeds and show it to everyone."

Shitou ran back to the cave to get the remaining 22 kilograms of rice seeds. When he came back, Luo Chong grabbed a handful of rice grains from the bag and showed them to everyone.

"This is the seed of rice, called rice grains. Remove the skin and you will get something we can eat, called rice. Rice is very hard and needs to be cooked in a pot before eating. It tastes very good. Everyone go to work first and plant the seedlings. I will use these rice grains to cook a pot of rice for everyone. You can all eat a little later to see if it tastes good and whether it can fill your stomach."

Faced with Luo Chong's presentation of facts and reasoning, everyone had nothing to say. They all went to work and prepared to come back later to taste the thing called rice.

To be honest, Luo Chong was really reluctant to give up these 22 kilograms of seeds, but there was no way. He needed the tribesmen to pay attention to rice, which would be the staple food for everyone in the future. In the farming era, the people valued food more than their lives.

The tribesmen took small wooden sticks and seedlings and went to plant rice according to Luo Chong's method. The elders and the rat witch followed Luo Chong. They were old and couldn't bend down. At this moment, they wanted to know how to make rice.

Rice is not like wheat, which needs to be ground into powder. It only needs to be shelled. The method of shelling rice is not grinding or grinding, but smashing.

When the ancients did not have modern machinery, they chiseled a groove in the stone, put the rice in the groove, and then used a stone hammer to smash the rice, which was also called mortar rice.

Later, someone invented a stone hammer that used the principle of leverage. They installed the stone hammer on a thick wooden stick similar to a seesaw. When working, people only need to keep stepping on the wooden stick, and the stone hammer on the other end of the wooden stick will keep lifting and lowering to smash the rice in the mortar.

Luo Chong didn't have any of these now, so he found a thicker jar and used a wooden stick to pound the rice in the jar, just like pounding medicine.

The jar was filled with a ceramic bowl of rice, which weighed about two pounds. The wooden stick pounded it and made a loud noise. After a while, the rice was husked and the rice inside became brown rice. The husks that were husked were rice bran, which can also be used to feed livestock. It seems to be a fine feed.

"Is this rice?" The Rat Wizard took a handful and looked at it carefully, and then pinched it. It was indeed very hard.

"Yes, it's very hard. You have to cook it before you can eat it." Luo Chong said with a smile.

Then he put the brown rice in a ceramic pot, washed it with water, and put it on the fire to cook it in a ratio of 1 to 2 between rice and water.

"Chief, is this rice soup? There is so little rice in it. Can it make people full?" The Rat Wizard looked at the rice that only covered the bottom of the pot and asked doubtfully.

"Rice is very hard when it is dry, but it will become soft and bigger when it is cooked with water. This rice will become a pot of rice when the water inside is boiled dry. At that time, there will be no water in the pot, only the dry rice that has become larger and softer." Luo Chong explained.

"Rice can also grow larger?"

The elders and the rat witch said in unison. They were very surprised. It was the first time they heard of food that could grow larger.

It would be great if meat could grow larger when placed in water. Some children in the tribe also gathered around. A strong rice fragrance came out of the pottery pot soon, making the children around swallow their saliva. Luo Chong was also very excited. What a familiar taste. He hadn't eaten rice for a long time.

Not long after, when Luo Chong was cooking, the tribesmen had planted the seedlings. However, Luo Chong only planted 59 acres of the 64 acres of rice fields he expected. It seemed that there was a problem with the germination rate of the seeds. The 22 kilograms of seeds that Luo Chong planted did not all germinate. Maybe when he picked the wild rice, some of them were not yet mature.

More than 100 men and women planted 59 mu of rice seedlings at a very fast speed. Each person was only responsible for an area of ​​13 meters wide and 25 meters long, and the row spacing was 40 centimeters. It didn't take much time at all.

When the tribesmen washed their hands and came back, they also smelled the fragrance of rice.

"Is this the rice cooked in the pot? It smells so good."

"Is it just this pot? It's not enough to eat."

"Nonsense, didn't you see that there was only that bag in total? Even if we cooked it all, it wouldn't be enough for us to eat. The leader just wanted us to try it out to see if it tastes good."

"What does this rice look like? It smells so good."

"It's boiling, it's boiling. Wow, this is rice. It's so white and so beautiful."

"What's the use of just looking good? It has to be edible. I want to try it. Don't squeeze me."

Luo Chong brought the cooked rice to a small water tank upside down on the ground, and put a bunch of chopsticks in the bowl next to it.

"We don't have much rice now, so everyone can only eat a small bite. Stand in line, everyone has a share." Luo Chong sat next to the rice and looked at the tribesmen and said.

The tribesmen quickly stood in line, each of them took a mouthful of rice with chopsticks and put it in their mouths to eat.

"Hmm, it's really fragrant. This rice has a sweet taste after chewing a few times. It's so delicious. I want to eat more."

The tribesmen who didn't eat it at the back became more anxious when they heard this, and urged the front to hurry up.

"Hmm, it's soft and fragrant, not as fishy as fish, and it's still sweet when chewed. I didn't expect that grass could grow such a good thing."

"Chief, how many grasses are needed for this pot of rice? Ah, no, how many rice plants are needed to grow so much?"

The tribesman who asked Luo Chong the question just now asked again. He had just eaten the rice and thought it was delicious, but he didn't know how much it would yield.

"Well, this is also my first time planting rice. This pot of rice should require three or four rice plants to grow so much." Luo Chong estimated and said.

"So much! This pot of rice can feed several people for a meal, right? If we plant one plant of that grass, can it be used for a meal? This is a good thing, and it tastes so good."

A tribe member who was good at math immediately calculated.

"Wow, just planting one plant can be used for a meal, where did the chief get the rice from?"

More than 300 adults and children scrambled for the pot of rice. Everyone who had eaten the rice was talking about how delicious it was. Although it was just dry rice, for the tribe members who ate meat and drank soup every day, this fragrant and elegant food was more delicious than meat.

After the tribe members who were good at math discussed the rice yield, the doubts about Luo Chong that had just arisen in the tribe disappeared in an instant. On the contrary, because Luo Chong found rice and promoted rice planting, his prestige among the tribe members once again increased.

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