Holding this grain of rice in his hand which was obviously much larger than previous grains of rice, Han Chengle couldn't stop smiling.

Such changes are not obvious if you only look at one grain or a few bags of rice.

But if you put it on these vast rice fields, you will know how gratifying such changes are!

In the fresh morning, the morning mist has not yet completely dissipated.

Some orange light and shadows appeared in the east where the sun rises, which was very warm and created enough momentum for the sun that was about to rise.

Standing on the edge of the field and looking far away, you can see a bright canal flowing slowly among the rice fields.

This canal has water all year round.

An early-rising, long-necked water bird stood by the bright canal, constantly lowering its head, stretching out its long neck, and inserting its beak and part of its neck into the bright canal.

After doing this for a while, it will raise its head again, tilt its neck back, open its mouth, and swallow the caught fish and shrimp into its stomach.

As it moved, water splashed up and rolled down the water bird's smooth and slender neck, falling into the canal, splashing ripples.

This action continued for quite a while, and suddenly there were other changes.

This big long-necked water bird that was sticking its head out of the ditch to catch fish and shrimp might have eaten something wrong and was suffering from indigestion.

The head and part of its neck had just been taken out of the canal. The throat of its long neck was moving, and clumps of stuff were surging up.

Then it spit out the fish and shrimp it had just eaten, in clumps, which fell into the canal nearby, creating ripples.

Some of the fish and shrimp that had just been swallowed were not dead yet. After breaking free from their restraints, they quickly ran away, wagging their tails, and disappeared into the canal. Their movements were extremely fast.

Xiong You'er, who was standing not far from Han Cheng, saw this scene.

I couldn't help but feel sorry for this long-necked water bird. It had been trying hard to eat here for so long, but now it vomited it all out in an instant.

Maybe he even vomited up all the food he had eaten the night before.

The fact that the bird ate less than it vomited certainly made Xiong You'er, who was extremely careful with food, feel sorry for it and felt it was not worth it for the long-necked water bird.

It's a pity that Han Cheng didn't have such a thought, because at this moment, all his attention was attracted by the rice in front of him that was ripe and ready to be harvested.

"Open the sickle!"

Han Cheng, holding a sickle in his hand, checked the rice fields one by one and made sure that there were patches of rice that could be harvested. He shouted to everyone, then holding the sickle, he went down from the ridge to the rice field.

Most of the water in the rice fields has been released. The fish that were sown into the rice fields in the spring have grown a lot now. They are swimming in the shallow water. They can be seen at a glance, looking very tempting.

The temperature in early autumn is still very high and the water is not cold at all.

Han Cheng, with his trouser legs rolled up, stepped on it barefoot and felt it was soft and comfortable.

The place where he went to work was at one end of the rice field.

After finding a good position, he began to harvest, holding the bronze sickle in one hand and the heavy rice in the other.

The sharp sickle on the fine grindstone scratched the roots of the rice held in the left hand. With some sounds, the rice was cut off one after another.

After harvesting a handful of rice, Han Cheng would put the handful of rice in his hand aside, and then grab a new handful to continue harvesting.

Such noise startled the fish living in the water, and they swam quickly towards the place where no sound came from, flapping their tails.

Han Cheng was working, and the others were also busy.

As he finished speaking, everyone in Jinguan City who had already made preparations began to get busy.

The people who also rolled up their trouser legs and took off their shoes, with full enthusiasm, went down into the paddy fields barefoot, bent over and did the same work as Han Cheng.

Some people thought their clothes were in the way, so they just took them off and sweated profusely with their bare backs.

Most of the people had big, joyful smiles on their faces, while some of them didn't say a word, but just kept pulling the sickles in their hands, cutting the rice again and again, very quickly.

There was a surge of energy in their hearts, as if a fire was burning.

We want to quickly harvest all the mature rice, dry it, and store it in the granary.

As the people of the Qingque tribe worked, large areas of mature rice began to fall to the ground.

"Moo~"

The cow pulling the cart stretched its neck and mooed, and the cute calf ran back and forth beside it, having fun.

Sometimes, it would crawl under its mother's body and playfully take a few bites of its food.

After eating for a while, he would stop and tilt his big head to look at the busy people of the Qingque tribe not far away, with a sense of pride.

In the paddy fields, people were harvesting piles of neatly stacked rice and carrying them to the shore.

The man holding the mulberry wood fork scooped up the rice with the fork and loaded it onto the ox cart parked on the side.

One fork is placed on top of another, and they are arranged very neatly.

It can't be messy.

Loading a truck is a technical job.

For those who don’t know how to load crops, not only will the crops they load easily fall off the vehicle, but they will also not be able to load much.

The same amount of crops can be loaded in one cart as much as in three carts.

"ha!"

After a cart of rice was loaded and tied from the top with a thick rope, the driver thrust the wooden fork in his hand forcefully into the rice on the cart, leaving only three thin tines.

Then he took the reins of the ox from the child who was standing in front of the cart, holding the reins on the ox's nose, and caged the ox to prevent it from moving around and affecting the loading of the cart. Then he shouted, led the ox, and drove the ox cart along the constructed dirt road towards the scene outside Jinguan City.

The scene was built before.

The grass on top had already been cleared and made very flat. The ground had been rolled carefully with a stone roller, so there were no small stones or other things on it, making it very suitable for threshing crops.

When they arrived at the scene, they had the children following the cart come to the front and hold the ox in a cage, and the adults in the cart went to the back of the cart, pulled out the mulberry wood fork stuck inside, untied the ropes that tied the cart, and then inserted the wooden fork across the surface of the crops on the cart, and pushed hard, and half of the crops fell off the cart.

This way of unloading is very efficient...

The children of the tribe were not idle either.

Older minors also took up their sickles and joined in the hard-earned harvest. Some of the younger people from the Qingque tribe followed the adults driving the carts to herd the oxen and follow the carts, while others picked up the rice scattered on the ground.

In the intervals between doing these things, some children would be attracted by the fish swimming around in the rice fields and would start to catch them. Soon they would get a harvest, and these little ones, covered in mud, would be so happy that they couldn't stop smiling.

The sky was blue and exceptionally high. The autumn sun shone from the sky, illuminating the land of Jinguan City of the Qingque tribe.

The joyful and busy harvest scene is made even more joyful and lively.

It was as if even the air was filled with an atmosphere that made people feel comfortable all over.

Time passed by little by little, and in the blink of an eye, a day was over.

The sun sets, leaving behind thousands of miles of clouds.

The water on the ground reflected the clouds in the sky. For a moment, there was gorgeous color everywhere, making it difficult to tell where the sky was and where the underground was.

The tall and thick outer walls of Jinguan City have basically been completed, and there are wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys.

Because there was a cool breeze, the smoke that had just risen was not too much, but it quickly spread.

A faint smoke drifted away with the wind, and the air around Jinguan City was filled with a pleasant smell of fireworks.

These are the women of the Qingque tribe who came back earlier. They were making fire and cooking in the tribe, preparing food for themselves and the others who had been busy all day.

Near the Qingque tribe, which was shrouded in the evening clouds, those who had not returned to the tribe quickened their work.

Everyone wants to take advantage of the last daylight, this extremely comfortable time, to get as much work done, just like the cows and sheep that start to graze on the grass as soon as dusk comes and they are about to go home.

"knock off!"

After a while, the sky became dimmer and darker.

The children who had received instructions from the female primitive people in the tribe who were in charge of cooking came running over and told the people who were still busy that the meal was ready and they could eat.

Han Cheng, who was holding a sickle, straightened up and shouted loudly when he heard the words.

After receiving the order, everyone stopped what they were doing, packed up their tools and prepared to return.

After a busy day, Han Cheng squatted by the canal, scooped up some clean water to wash his hands, and then scooped up some water to wash his face thoroughly.

The water, which is cool yet warm, falls on the face, making people feel extremely comfortable.

After washing his face thoroughly, he washed his arms, feet and legs again.

Then, holding a sickle and shoes in one hand and five or six fish strung together with straw ropes in the other, he walked barefoot, with his trouser legs rolled up, towards the tribe where the faint smell of rice wafted under the night sky.

After everyone left, the rice fields became quiet.

But this silence did not last long.

Not long after, the sound of frogs croaking began.

At the beginning, there were only sporadic half sounds, but after a while, the sound became louder.

Han Cheng, who had already walked to the threshing ground in front of the tribe, turned around when he heard the sound. He smelled the fragrance of the rice piled there after the harvest, and suddenly a line of poetry emerged in his mind - The fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs can be heard.

He smiled, paused for a moment, and then continued walking into the tribe.

After a day's work, the body is bound to feel a little tired, but the whole person feels unusually comfortable.

The kind that comes from the heart to the outside.

This kind of comfort makes people feel relaxed and fascinated.

After dinner and washing up, Han Cheng turned and came to the outer wall of Jinguan City.

Look towards the rice fields.

The rice fields shrouded in night are not very quiet. In addition to the twinkling fireflies like stars flying high and low, there are some other flames moving along the ridges and around the rice fields.

As it moved, the sound of gongs could be heard from time to time.

Whenever the gong sounds, the frogs' croaking will become completely quiet.

It was as if in an instant, they were all strangled by the neck.

These flames, and the accompanying gong sounds, were created by the Green Bird Tribe's night patrol team.

People living on this earth always have to face many challenges.

Not only do you have to fight against the sky, the earth, and people, you also need to fight against all kinds of birds.

The ripe rice growing there is like a delicious meal with a strong aroma.

Many things want to get a piece of the pie.

At night, there would naturally be no birds or other flying animals coming to peck at the food.

However, there were other night walkers running on the ground, coming stealthily to pick peaches.

For example, wild boars are thick-skinned and edible.

The mature rice fields are definitely their paradise.

When you are tired of eating, you can also lie down in the shallow water and take a bath.

If you are in the mood, you can roll back and forth a few times, get yourself covered in mud and enjoy a mud bath.

When they were tired of washing, they would get up again and eat some rice, then use their mouths and noses to dig a few times in the rice field in the hope of finding some meat to eat.

In this way, a wild boar can waste a lot of food in one night, combining eating with "getting tired of it".

In addition to wild boars, there will be some other uninvited guests who come to share the millet grown in the tribe.

Under such circumstances, it would be strange if the people of the Qingque tribe did not take it seriously.

In addition to digging some traps in some hidden places around the rice fields in the hope of catching these damn guys, people were also arranged to patrol around the rice fields in shifts all night.

Use the light of the fire and the sound of the gong to scare away the cannibals and prevent them from coming.

This process starts when the rice is about to mature and will continue until the rice is harvested.

Han Cheng stood on the wall and watched for a while, then walked down.

With the faint moonlight, we came to the gourd shed in the inner courtyard.

This gourd shed he built with his own hands in the spring has become extremely lush after the growth in spring and summer.

The dense leaves and vines covered the entire top of the shed...