Chapter 568: Useless scripts are thrown away (please vote and subscribe)

The fragrant and soft millet meat porridge, with some wild vegetables as decoration, looks decent, but it doesn't taste good.

The people of Jiang clan are very happy to eat it. Perhaps in their opinion, this is the best food in the world, but for the people of Han tribe, the strange smell of coarse salt is really unbearable. There is no way. The people of Han tribe have been eating refined salt for several years and have become picky.

"How is it? The porridge of our tribe is delicious. If you like it, eat more. There is more in the pot after you finish it."

Xuan slurped the meat porridge in his bowl and generously invited Youfu and others to eat more.

"It's okay, it's okay, hehe." What can Youfu say? He is also helpless. A spoonful of coarse salt ruined the porridge.

After forcing himself to eat a bowl of porridge with a strong and strange taste, Xuan wanted to serve them another bowl, but Youfu firmly refused, saying that they had been on the boat for a long time and were not used to eating too much.

Xuan persuaded them twice more. Seeing that Youfu and the others really didn't want to eat, it was fine. Whether they ate or not was other people's business, but he had to be generous. If he was stingy now, how could he keep them? Who would follow you if they couldn't even get enough food?

It was already dark when they finished eating. Youjiang didn't have any lighting equipment, and there were few entertainment programs in this era, so except for the men who needed to patrol at night, everyone else went to bed early.

Xuan wanted to arrange Yong's sister to entertain Youzhi, but the people in the Han tribe lived together, and they had just met once, and it was still difficult to see clearly at night. Even if they wanted to do that, they couldn't be too anxious, so they didn't take action.

Until late at night, the Youjiang tribe was completely quiet, with only the sound of the wind blowing through the millet fields like waves, the light footsteps of the patrolmen patrolling with spears, and the crackling of burning torches.

Youjiangshi is a village-type settlement, with houses scattered all over the place, but there is no tall wall, so patrols and night watches are still necessary.

When it was just dawn the next morning, both the Youjiang clan members and the Youfu people got up early. There was no precise concept of time. Human life was still very primitive, working from sunrise to sunset, and resting at sunset. This way of life was normal.

The children were still sleeping soundly in the stilt house. The men of Youjiangshi had already carried mattocks made of stones and wooden sticks to weed the fields, and the women were holding heavy wooden sticks to start the hard work of mortaring rice. They needed to pound out all the millet for the whole family in the morning, which was actually the process of husking the millet. The Han tribe had already used treading pestles, but it was still manual labor here, which was extremely hard.

The sound of bangbang in the tribe was endless, which made the people of the Han tribe feel like they were home, because such sounds could often be heard in the Han tribe, but they were all in the harvest season. The Han tribe would husk all the grain at once, and would not be idle to do a little every day.

In the early morning, the women pounded the millet and then started to cook millet porridge. When the men came back from the fields, they could wake up the children and eat together. This was the case every day.

Xuan was the same. He started to prepare breakfast for Youfu and the others early, but Youfu refused. He really didn't want to eat the soup with a strange smell.

"Chief Xuan, you don't have to prepare food. We also brought rice grains. Let's cook it today. You can come and eat with us later and taste the 'soup' of our Han tribe."

"Ah?" Xuan was stunned and didn't understand what this meant.

"We also have something similar to millet. Eat ours for this meal." Youfu repeated again.

Xuan was confused. The direction of this matter seemed to be somewhat different from what he expected. No, it was a big difference. The Han tribe actually had food. Doesn't this mean that they can also grow food? Then what advantage do I have to keep them?

"Do you Han tribe also grow millet?" Yong, who was helping his sister pound rice, interrupted and asked. His sister also stared at this side in surprise. It was the first time that the people of the Jiang clan heard that other tribes besides them also had this survival skill.

"It's not millet, ours is rice. Here, this is it." You Zhi, who was preparing porridge on the side, grabbed a handful of white rice and walked over.

Xuan, Yong and his sister all gathered around, looking at the white rice in You Zhi's hand, and their eyes widened with curiosity.

"Is this rice?"

"So big! Much bigger than our millet."

"So white" The three people of the Jiang clan all made surprised sounds.

"Yes, this is rice. We call rice without husks rice, which is easy to distinguish from other grains." You Fu also explained on the side.

"Eat ours today, try the rice of our tribe. Don't be busy. It's too tiring to pound rice like that. Our Han tribe has never used such a stupid method. Yong, go get some firewood." You Zhi collected the rice in his hand, threw it into a porcelain basin, and began to look for water to wash the rice.

"Oh, I'll go right away."

Yong responded and hurried to carry the firewood. His sister collected the half-pounded millet, then went back to the house to find a pole made of sticks, picked up a flat-bottomed pottery jar with four ears on it, and went directly to the river to fetch water. It was not so troublesome to get water with Jiang.

Several people from the Han tribe saw all this, and their hearts were filled with only two words: "backward".

The water they fetched back was still relatively turbid. After all, it was river water from the river, and it had not been settled for a long time. Imagine how clean it could be.

The Han tribe basically uses well water, which is groundwater, much cleaner than river water. Moreover, every household in the Han tribe has a large water tank. Basically, after filling the water tank, it will be used for a few days, so that it can also settle. The water quality is much better than here.

Two water-taking pottery vessels similar to wine jars, filled with turbid river water, came. Yong's sister, barefoot in simple straw sandals, began to wash rice with Youzhi.

"Chief Xuan, it's not clean to cook with water like this. It will have a weird smell. This water is not good."

You Fu and Xuan, as leaders, naturally didn't have to do the work themselves, so they sat next to each other and chatted.

Xuan was still in a trance, not knowing what was in his mind. In fact, his brain was still in a state of shutdown. The script of the matter had been ruthlessly changed. Many of the plans were disrupted by the rice. He didn't know what to do now. When he heard You Fu's words, he suddenly came back to his senses.

"Ah? The water is not good? No, we eat this every day."

"No, no, no, what I mean is that this water has dirt in it, it's not clean, it's turbid." You Fu used several adjectives, but Xuan was still confused. He didn't understand what it meant, so he changed the way he asked.

"Then how do you Han tribe get water?"

"We get well water, which means we dig a deep hole in the ground, and there will be water in it, which is very clean. Then we take it out and pour it into a large water tank, and leave it for a few days before using it." You Fu gestured to him and said.

"Well? Deep pit? Water tank?" Xuan was still confused.

"Yes, dig a deep pit in the ground, and there is clean water in it."

"Can you dig out water this way?!" Yong, who had just brought firewood, asked in disbelief.

"Yes, as long as you dig deep."

Xuan and Yong were both lost in thought. They didn't quite believe the well that Youfu mentioned, mainly because they had never seen it. In addition, the Jiang family was close to the river, so they didn't have to worry about water. Naturally, they didn't think about how to get water. It's not that they couldn't think of digging a well to get water. To put it bluntly, they didn't think about this at all, because there was no need. They just needed to study how to make a container for water.

"What is a water tank? Can water be cleaned by putting it in a water tank?" Yong asked again.

"A water tank is the same as your pottery jar, but it's bigger, half a person's height, and as thick as an arm." You Zhi on the side was also there to demonstrate with them, first comparing his waist, and then holding his arms to represent the diameter of the water tank.

Xuan, Yong and his sister were all stunned. The three of them said in unison: "Can pottery be fired so big?!"

This completely overturned their cognition, because the Jiang family had never fired such a large pottery before. It was not that they had not tried it before, but all failed.

"Yes, of course, how do you fire it?" You Zhi, on the contrary, looked as if it was a matter of course, and then asked them back.

"Use mud to make it tender and then shape it, dry it, pile up firewood to cover it, and then light it on fire." Xuan also gestured to explain.

"Yes, if you burn it this way, it won't work. Isn't it often cracked?" You Zhi asked again.

"Yes, yes, yes, that's why there are often broken ones, leaking. The ones that are not too bad can be used to store millet, and the ones that are particularly bad will directly crack." Yong gestured again in surprise, indicating that You Zhi was right.

"Then how do you Han tribes burn it?" Xuan also asked tentatively.

"You can't burn it on the ground in the open air. You have to build a kiln with mud and stones, leaving only two small openings. Put the pottery inside the fire. There will be no wind, so it will be hotter and the pottery will not be damaged after burning." You Zhi saw that his uncle did not object, so he told them directly.

Xuan and Yong thought for a long time, trying to understand what the kiln that You Zhi was talking about was.

"Mud and stones, pile them up, build a mud house, and burn it in the house?" Xuan and Yong both widened their eyes at their own idea.

"Yes, that's about it, a house dedicated to burning pottery."

Seeing You Zhi nod in agreement, the two were even more surprised, as if a new door had opened in front of them. It turned out that pottery could be made in this way, and this would increase the success rate. The previous low success rate was because there was wind, it was not hot enough, and it cooled quickly. Burning in the house without wind is hotter, so that's how it is!

"Can that kind of big pottery be burned in this way?" Yong asked again.

"That's right." You Fu nodded affirmatively.

Xuan and Yong's eyes lit up, especially Xuan. Yesterday's meal was not in vain. Today, they got some real skills. Even if they couldn't stay, it was worth it. No, they must ask more questions while they are still here. They

stopped talking about making pottery and digging wells for water, and started preparing breakfast again. After washing the rice, Yong's sister took out a three-legged pottery pot again, but You Zhi waved his hand and asked someone to bring the small iron pot they brought.

The people of You Jiang were surprised again, looking at this kind of cooking utensils they had never seen before, wondering what material it was made of.

Yong saw that there was no foot under this cooking utensils, so he took the initiative to run to get a few stones. It seems that You Jiang also knows how to build a stove.

Xuan was thoughtful. It seems that the Han tribe is indeed good at making and producing various things. They can't compare with this, but in other aspects, he doesn't think his tribe is much worse than the Han tribe.

"You Fu, they cook, let's go to the millet field to see?" Xuan thought for a while and invited You Fu.

"Okay."

The two of them then walked towards a slightly higher plot of land on the river bank, where Jiang's millet field was, but there was another equally large empty plot next to it, but it was bare and nothing was planted on it.

"Why is that empty? It looks like it hasn't been planted for a long time?" You Fu couldn't help but ask curiously.

"In order to leave it fallow, we use two plots of land to plant in turn. If we plant in one place all the time, the millet will easily get sick, and the second time will not produce as much as the first time. This is the knowledge passed down by our ancestors."

Xuan said proudly. He was happy when he mentioned the inheritance of his ancestors. With the Jiang family relying on their own strength, the inheritance and development has lasted for thousands of years, and only then has it reached the scale of more than 2,000 people today, which can be said to be stronger than most tribes in the world.

"Oh." You Fu nodded, but in fact he was thinking about something. He suddenly thought of the words soil fertility that the leader said. If the fertility is not enough, fertilize it. If continuous cropping is not possible, rotate the crops. Leaving good land idle is the dumbest way. Isn't it good to have more food?

"This is millet. In which month of the year should it be sown and harvested? How much land should be needed to feed one person?" You Fu asked Xuan.

Hearing You Fu's question, Xuan looked at him seriously. It seemed that this guy was not just a person who pursued exquisite tools, but also understood farming.

"Millet can be sown in spring or summer every year, depending on the conditions of the year. If there is little snow in winter and little rain in spring, then wait for the next heavy rain and sow it in summer. If it is sown in summer, it will be ripe and harvested in three months when the weather is hot. If it is sown in spring, it will take four and a half months to ripen. The millet obtained needs to be a hundred steps in length and width to feed one person." Xuan talked about it again, but there was a lot of worry between his eyebrows.

"So much land?"

You Fu was shocked. A hundred steps is long and wide. According to the calculation of 70 centimeters per step, a hundred steps is 70 meters. 70 meters is 4,900 square meters in length and width, which is equivalent to 600 square meters per mu in the Han tribe. At least eight mu of land is needed to feed one person. The yield is very low!

(End of this chapter)