After experiencing this incident, Han Cheng came out of the frenzy of the initial two days.

Silkworms are important, but like the elusive cabbages, they are something that cannot be rushed.

Not to mention that no trace of the silkworms has been found yet, even if they were found now, it would not mean much to Han Cheng now.

This does not mean anything else, but that by now, even if there are silkworms, these guys have already turned into insects. It is better to let them grow in the wild than to catch them and raise them. When the leaves fall in autumn, Han Cheng can go to the mulberry tree to look for the cocoons hanging on the tree, which will save him the trouble.

After all, silk cocoons, which are many times larger than silkworm droppings, hanging on bare branches are much more eye-catching.

And now the rapeseed is about to mature, so it is even more urgent to get the wooden fork out...

It may be because the first field of the Qingque tribe was spread with enough wood ash, and it was also watered with a lot of pure natural green manure made by the Qingque tribe, as well as nutrients contributed by rabbits and deer. It was also carefully cared for by the Qingque tribe members headed by Han Cheng. This year's rapeseed grew very well as a whole, far from being comparable to when it was mixed with weeds in the wild.

Rapeseed grows very fast, so it is impossible to dry all of it at once on the threshing floor.

After there was no more free time on the threshing floor, the newly harvested rapeseed was all piled at the edge of the threshing floor under the guidance of Han Cheng.

Just like storing hay before, some tree trunks were placed horizontally on the ground, some branches were placed on the tree trunks, and then the rapeseed was piled up.

When there is little rapeseed at the beginning, you can just hold the rapeseed in your arms or carry it on your shoulders and drop it here. If it is higher, you can use your hands. When the rapeseed pile is two heads higher than the person transporting the rapeseed, you must use a wooden fork.

Under Han Cheng's tireless teaching, these people who followed him for more than a day finally learned how to use the wooden forks, or at least they were not as unfamiliar with it as before.

Ruhua was carrying a bundle of rapeseed and walked all the way from the rapeseed field. When she came to the rapeseed pile, she tilted her right shoulder downward and the bundle of rapeseed on her shoulder fell to the ground.

She stood up and stood for a moment, then turned and walked towards the rapeseed field, ignoring the rapeseed bundles on the ground. Someone would come and move them to the rapeseed pile.

The man in charge of turning the field came over, holding a wooden fork that looked white after the bark was peeled off.

With his right hand in front and his left hand behind, he placed the tines of the wooden fork close to the ground and inserted it under the bundle of rapeseed. Then he slightly bent his right leg forward and exerted force with both arms, and the bundle of rapeseed was shoveled up by him.

He did not stop moving. He raised his right hand and pressed the fork handle downward with his left hand. In this way, the wooden fork and the rapeseed shoveled on it were above his head.

Then push your right hand forward, press your left hand under the wooden fork, and pull it back with a little force.

In this way, the wooden fork and the shoveled rapeseed originally behind the head would draw a small circle in the air and land on the tall rapeseed pile in front of him.

When pulling out the wooden fork, press it down slightly and then pull it out again. This will ensure that the rapeseed on the pile will not fall off to the greatest extent.

Under the gate, Han Cheng, who was enjoying the cool breeze, looked at Mu's smooth movements and nodded approvingly. Not bad, a talented person with great potential.

It’s true, it’s comfortable to hide in the shade and watch others do farm work.

This is the same reason why many people like rural life.

The pastoral life they like is to wear clean clothes, go to the fields, feel the wind of nature, smell the fragrance of the soil, and then admire the old farmer who is weeding with a hoe in hand.

If the mood strikes, perhaps I will recite a poem or two to admire the beautiful pastoral scenery and envy the old farmer for having all these intoxicating things.

Once you really integrate into the rural life and live and work with the old farmers for a few days, the leisurely feeling of picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and leisurely seeing the southern mountains will immediately disappear...

Han Cheng walked a few steps outside and looked at Tietou and his men who were bending over to harvest rapeseed in the rapeseed field. He then looked at the woodcutters in the threshing ground in the yard who were turning over the rapeseed with wooden forks. Suddenly, he felt a little dazed.

It feels like I’m back in elementary school, working in the threshing floor with the adults during the busy farming season.

At that time, every year when wheat was harvested in early summer and peanuts and corn were harvested in autumn, the school would give students a week-long holiday for the busy farming season so that they could go back and help their families with the summer and autumn harvests.

He did a lot of things like turning the wheat under the scorching sun in the threshing floor, or gathering the fallen wheat to the center of the field.

If at this time, a person riding a large bicycle with a white foam box on the back appeared, it would be the most delightful thing.

The white quilt wrapped on the plastic box was opened, white cold mist was rising, and I took a 20-cent popsicle and licked it carefully. The whole hot summer seemed to disappear into the clouds...

The wheat that is not fully ripe tastes good when it is roasted over fire. The big green grasshoppers in autumn are also delicious when they are roasted over fire, especially the golden eggs that have not yet been discharged from the stomach. They taste fragrant in your mouth, and if you take a bite of the bony chest, it will be crispy and taste like chicken.

Of course, sweet potatoes cooked with dry cow dung are also a childhood favorite...

It's a pity that I will never be able to go back to that childhood when I didn't have to worry too much and was easily satisfied...

Han Cheng shook his head, withdrew his thoughts from the past, put all the past events in his heart, and looked again at everything in front of him that he needed to face.

After more than two days of turning over and drying, the rapeseed spread on the threshing floor had turned charred.

At that time, there were no sturdy tools such as iron, so even if Han Cheng was a time traveler, he could not make the stone roller for the "mill".

There was no other way but to have someone hit it with a wooden fork.

Every time the wooden fork was hit, many rapeseed pods would not be able to withstand the torture and would choose to explode and die, thus offering the rapeseed they had nurtured for a long time.

Following Han Cheng's demonstration, Mu Tou and his men used wooden forks to beat the rapeseed in front of them for a while, then picked it up with the forks, turned it over, and continued beating it.

After beating them again, they would pick up the tortured rapeseed with wooden forks and shake them back and forth to loosen them up, and then expose them to the scorching sun.

Mu Tou and others continued to beat the rapeseed in other places with wooden forks.

This is done to prevent the rapeseed from being dried unevenly. The slightly damp and resistant rapeseed pods will not hand over the hidden rapeseed. After they are squeezed dry by the scorching sun and warm wind, they will be tortured again...