“Hoo~Hoo~”

Mu Tou, who was praised by Han Cheng, was very motivated. After gathering all the rapeseeds into a pile, he took a broom and started swinging it back and forth. The wind blew away the tiny impurities on the rapeseed pile.

As Mu Tou did this, he felt a little excited, hoping to receive more praise from the Son of God.

This is what Shen Zi did last year, and he remembered it very clearly.

Soon, all the tiny impurities on the pile of rapeseed flew away, leaving only clean rapeseed.

Mu Tou felt that he was very capable, after all, he cleaned up so much in one go.

Mu Tou's mood was soon replaced by a frown, because the Son of God came over and casually dug his hand on the clean pile of rapeseed, and a lot of impurities came out.

Mu Tou quickly fanned it with a broom.

But this time he learned his lesson. Without waiting for Han Cheng to take action, he dug it up himself. As a result, underneath the seemingly clean rapeseed pile, there was actually dirt.

"Son of God."

This guy who didn't like to talk much looked at Han Cheng as if asking for help and then spoke.

He had enough patience to make polished stone tools, but he was a little helpless when it came to picking rapeseed, something he knew little about. After all, unknown things are always likely to cause panic and anxiety in people.

Han Cheng walked to the gate and felt the cool early summer breeze blowing on his body.

He waved to Mu Mu, who was fanning the rapeseed pile with a broom, and asked him to come over and clean the area under the gate.

After sweeping the wood clean, he looked at the Son of God, hoping to get a new solution from him.

He had just received Han Cheng's instructions to run back to the cave to get the balloon of the pottery jar, and ran over with two pottery jars in his arms.

He put the pottery jar on the ground and looked at the Son of God, wanting to see how the Son of God was going to use these things that seemed to him to have nothing to do with anything to make the rapeseed clean.

Han Cheng didn't let them wait long. He filled a not-too-big ceramic jar half full of rapeseed mixed with impurities and walked to the gate. He stood sideways and made way for the gate so as not to block the wind.

Then raise the pot to chest level and start tilting it.

The rapeseed inside formed a thin line and slid down to the ground. The weightless impurities were blown away by the wind and could no longer be mixed in with the rapeseed.

At first, the fallen rapeseeds bounced around, but as more and more rapeseeds gathered on the ground into a round bun shape, they could no longer roll far.

The wood and the balloon watched the magical scene together, admiring it and also feeling a little enlightened.

Mu Tou squatted down, stretched out his hand and carefully dug through the pile of rapeseed gathered at the feet of the Son of God. The rapeseed he dug out was also clean...

Han Cheng looked at the two people standing on both sides of the gate, one holding a clay pot and pouring rapeseed from the wood and balloon, and shook his head slightly.

It’s not that the two of them did a bad job, but this job would be much more convenient and quicker with a sieve, especially when there is no wind.

However, the Qingque tribe is currently unable to produce a decent sieve, mainly due to the lack of raw materials.

Tree strips can indeed replace bamboo to weave many things, but when it comes to sieves, tree strips seem to be powerless.

The main reason is that the tree branches are too thick and it is impossible to weave fine mesh.

If it is split into very thin pieces, it will not have the toughness of bamboo and will break if bent slightly, making it impossible to weave it.

Now the tribe grows little food, so we can still make do with the current method. But when more food is grown, it won’t work as it is now.

Han Cheng sighed deeply. There were too many things to do! This time, he had to add bamboo to the notebook.

When the sun was about to set, the pile of rapeseed was finally taken care of and piled up neatly, weighing almost 100 kilograms.

It shouldn't have happened until now, mainly because the wind is so unfriendly, coming and going intermittently.

The cleaned rapeseed was carried back to the cave one by one in pottery jars by wooden hands and put into a large jar, which filled up half of the jar.

Han Cheng estimated the harvest and shook his head. He estimated that this acre of land could only produce 80 to 90 kilograms of rapeseed, and these were just the wet rapeseed that had just been harvested. If it was dried, 70 kilograms would be very good.

As the growth expands, the yield will further decrease because the rapeseed is grown with great care, especially with plenty of fertilizer.

As production expanded later, it became impossible to provide such care.

Han Cheng was melancholy, but Wu was extremely happy. He looked at the rapeseed in the big vat and laughed with his toothless mouth.

Of course he was happy. Last year, the Son of God only planted a clay pot of rapeseed, but the tribe now had such a large field of rapeseed. From last year to this year, they had eaten a lot of it.

If all the rapeseed was planted this year, how much rapeseed would his tribe have by then? Wu was a little afraid to imagine.

Looking at the smiling Wu, Han Cheng couldn't help sniffing. If this output were in the future, farmers would definitely be worried, after all, they couldn't even make enough money to buy pesticides and fertilizers...

Han Cheng thought about this and smiled helplessly. He couldn't always compare himself with later generations. Such a yield was indeed good now. After all, whether in terms of pesticides, fertilizers, varieties, etc., it was far inferior to later generations...

Take it easy!

Han Cheng let out a breath and said this to himself. Anyway, there was no system forcing him to build any civilization, nor did he have the ambition to conquer multiple primitive tribes and unify the world to become the supreme ruler. He just wanted to make life better for himself and the people in the tribe.

In fact, God has been kind to me. After all, he didn't bring me to a cannibal tribe right after I arrived. Otherwise, according to the state I was in when I first arrived, I would have entered into some plant by now...

Heiwa did not participate in the rapeseed harvest, nor did he participate in the construction of the wall. It was not because Heiwa was lazy, but because he had other work to do.

The warm sunshine was spreading on the ground, and the stream was flowing, reflecting the sunlight and appearing sparkling.

There are fish playing in the water, and there are quite a few of them.

There is a red dragonfly hovering here. You can't see its wings moving, but it won't fall to the ground, just like an airplane.

When it was tired of flying, it stopped on a dry stem sticking out from the green grass on the shore, motionless.

It's a pity that Han Cheng never saw the lotus root. If he had, he would definitely have recited the line 'The little lotus has just shown its pointed tip, and a dragonfly has already landed on it', which would have made Yang Wanli's poem come out thousands of years earlier.

This is much more powerful than the average historical time traveler.

The area beside the stream is not all flat, there are also some small hills. On a small hill closest to the tribe, blue smoke is rising. Heiwa is busy here.