The early morning always brings some tranquility, which makes people feel an indescribable sense of comfort.

On the bank of the river in front of the Qingque tribe, the water in the river was flowing gurglingly.

After passing through some artificially modified areas, the water, which was moving steadily forward, fell down.

It fell on Konoha, splashing water.

He also smashed the waterwheel-like thing and made it spin around.

On the edge of the river, there is a thatched house built with thatch.

Inside the thatched hut, a large stone mill was constantly turning, making some subtle sounds unique to the turning of a stone mill.

This is a water mill.

There was no donkey to draw the mill, and no one to grind it.

The power needed for the stone mill to turn comes from the water outside.

The rotating stone mill is no longer as young as it used to be. Han Cheng holds a wooden ladle in his hand and slowly pours the wheat in the ladle into the eye of the mill.

At this time, Han Cheng could already be considered an elderly person in this era.

Because at this time, he was already thirty-five years old.

Thirty-five years old is still a very young age in later generations.

If you are not married, you can still spend your time freely.

But in this day and age, in many tribes, it is actually considered longevity.

It’s not that people of this era have a short lifespan, but that the various difficult living environments have brought them too much harm.

At this moment, it is not an exaggeration to classify Han Cheng as an old man.

Because next to him, a little girl with pigtails tied with a red hairband was trying hard to raise her head, looking at the white flour flowing out from the gaps in the millstone, and quietly wiping her saliva.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, Xiaoya wants to eat buns. She wants really big buns!"

After watching for a while, the little girl finally couldn't help it.

He walked up to him, pulled Han Cheng's clothes, and spoke in a baby voice.

Upon hearing this, Han Cheng stopped what he was doing and looked at the little girl with a smile on his face.

He squatted down, held the little girl in his arms, and kissed her on the face affectionately.

"Okay, then grandpa will make buns for Xiaoya later. I'll make big, big meat buns and make our Xiaoya plump!"

"Dad, Dad, I want to eat too. I want to eat big meat buns too!"

Perhaps because he saw how the little girl was treated, the little boy who was standing next to Han Cheng, who was a little younger than the little girl, also ran over and hugged Han Cheng's arm, with some anxiety and a baby voice.

Han Cheng then stretched out his other arm, held the little boy in his arms, and then stood up with one arm around him.

"I won't let you eat big meat buns! You always copy others! The little girl said she wanted to eat big meat buns, so you also said you wanted to eat big meat buns!"

The little girl seemed a little unhappy. She pouted and pushed the little boy who was younger than her and was in Han Cheng's arms with her chubby hands.

The little boy became unhappy when the fat girl pushed him, and he pouted as if he wanted to cry.

"Dad, the little girl hit me!"

He pouted and complained to Han Cheng, feeling aggrieved.

"Little girl, don't hit anyone. This is your uncle. How can you hit your uncle?"

Han Cheng spoke up to educate the little girl.

The little boy followed suit and said, "I am the uncle, and I have never hit the little girl, but she always hits me."

Seeing Han Cheng, the grandfather, speak, and the little boy opposite, who was younger than her but was her uncle, also said the same thing, the little fat girl hesitated for a moment and said, "Uncle, I'm sorry."

Children's thoughts are so simple. The little boy who felt aggrieved just now suddenly became happy again after hearing the little girl's apology.

Seeing this, Han Cheng put both little guys down.

"You guys play here, don't fight. I need to continue grinding the flour. If I don't grind the flour out, none of you will be able to make big buns."

Hearing Han Cheng say this, the two little guys immediately nodded obediently, indicating that they would definitely be good.

Little Fatty Nier is the eldest daughter of Little Pea.

The time at this time was Qingque's twenty-seventh year. According to the calculation method of later generations, Little Pea was indeed not very old.

But in this era, people have already reached the stage where they can get married and have children.

As for the little boy next to him, he is the fifth son of Han Cheng and Bai Xuemei.

In this era, there are not many measures, and Han Cheng himself doesn't mind having too many children, so he doesn't deliberately control them.

Besides, he and Sister Bai Xue were both in their thirties and still young, so it was not surprising that their son was younger than their eldest son's daughter.

In later generations, this situation has become incredible for Han Cheng's generation and younger people, but it is not uncommon for the older generation.

It is not uncommon to see the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law spend the confinement period together.

It is not uncommon for the eldest niece to go and coax her younger uncle.

At this time, in the era in which Han Cheng lived, people generally looked for mates very early. In addition, after Han Cheng's arrival, the living standards and medical facilities in the tribe had undergone a significant change, and people's life expectancy had been greatly extended. The current situation is very normal and common.

When these two little guys are together, conflicts can sometimes arise, which can be quite a headache.

If the two little guys didn't make trouble, they would be very cute.

The stone mill kept turning, crushing all the wheat that Han Cheng fed into it.

When there was a lot of crushed wheat around the millstone, Han Cheng shoveled the flour and bran mixed together into a special small sieve for sifting.

This small sieve is specially made with very fine mesh. If it is not fine enough, it will not be able to separate the flour and bran well.

As Han Cheng sifted the flour, the white flour leaked out from the small sieve and fell into the large winnowing basket below.

The two little guys also gathered around again at this time, squatting not far away, watching, with curiosity flashing in their eyes.

After a busy morning, Han Cheng left the mill with his two little ones and a bag of flour.

It is early summer now and the sun has become quite hot.

Han Cheng was pushing a bag of noodles in a cart and looking into the distance. All he saw was patches of golden color.

In this golden color, there is also a lot of green mixed in.

These golden colors are the wheat that was planted before the New Year. They are now mature and can be harvested.

As for the green ones, they are the millets in the tribe.

At this time, it had been five years since the people in the tribe received wheat seeds.

After five years of breeding, the wheat planting area has exceeded that of millet.

This is something that is bound to happen.

On the one hand, the yield of wheat is higher than that of millet.

Another more important reason is that after the wheat was ground into flour, Han Cheng, the son of God of the Qingque tribe, came up with new ways to use it.

Soft white steamed buns, stuffed buns, dumplings shaped like ears, wontons with less stuffing and more skin, scallion pancakes, pot cakes, thousand-layer cakes, as well as noodles in various forms such as stewed noodles, pulled noodles, sliced ​​noodles, covered noodles, and lo mein...

These various new ways of eating immediately captured the taste buds of the Qingque tribe members.

Originally, I thought millet was delicious, but after seeing the various kinds of food made by the Son of God with flour, I felt that millet was not as delicious when I ate it again.

I have been eating millet rice for many years, but it is far inferior to the wide variety of pasta products.

The appearance of wheat is like good news to the people of the Green Bird tribe.

Before this, they had never imagined that one crop could be grown in so many different ways.

Moreover, everything is so delicious.

No matter how you eat it, you can never get enough.

This is the charm of pasta.

Because there are countless ways to eat it, you can switch to something else without getting tired of one thing.

So people can eat it for a long time.

After the appearance of pasta, people in the tribe began to eat millet rice less often.

Most of the millet is used to make porridge.

But even if it is used to make porridge, flour can still play a role.

Bring the water to a boil, then pour the flour that has been mixed with cold water into the pot, and after it boils, it becomes porridge.

If you cook the porridge for a while longer, it will have a wheat flavor when you drink it.

The thicker one is called Hudu.

In addition to these two soups, you can also use cold water to make some thick batter.

Use chopsticks to stir the noodles vigorously in a bowl until they are chewy. Then put the noodles into a pot of boiling water and stir them with chopsticks. After they are cooked, pour some opened frangipani on them and a bowl of steaming noodles is ready.

It is nutritious, delicious and filling.

It can be predicted that after wheat appeared and Han Cheng, a northerner from later generations, showed off his skills and came up with many ways to eat it, the planting area of ​​millet, a crop that played a huge role in the early development of the Qingque tribe, will become smaller and smaller.

People will eat less and less, and the big head will be fed to the chickens and ducks raised in the tribe...

When Han Cheng brought the two little guys back to the tribe, Xuemei Bai, Little Wandou's spouse, and Xiao Xing'er and a few others had already prepared the food.

Just waiting for Han Cheng to come back and eat together.

Han Cheng put the flour in the bag into the flour jar to prevent it from getting damp.

He took the two little ones to the side to wash up, reached out and picked up a white flour bun the size of a brick, and picked up a large bowl of fried vegetables. Without sitting on the stool, he squatted by the threshold, leaned against the door frame, and began to eat slurpingly.

I just feel that my whole life has become complete...

After dinner, Han Cheng put the empty bowl and chopsticks back on the table, then picked up a hoe and walked out.

Not far from the tribe, we stopped on a piece of land.

This is a field.

But what was planted in this field was neither wheat nor millet.

The fields were not level, but were full of ridges.

These piles of soil that had been deliberately dug up were now covered with green vines.

These vines are sweet potato vines.

It was brought back from overseas by Xiong Youpi and others last year.

After seeing these sweet potatoes, Han Cheng immediately ordered people to dig a deep sweet potato cellar outside the tribe to store them.

In the spring of this year, take out the preserved sweet potatoes, cover them with loose sand, keep them warm and water them.

After the sweet potatoes have sprouted, pull out the sprouts and plant them in the soil that has been prepared in advance.

The distance between each sweet potato sprout is about twenty-five centimeters.

If cultivated in this way, many sprouts can grow from one sweet potato and a lot of them can be planted.

The sweet potatoes planted at this time are early sweet potatoes, also called spring sweet potatoes.

The wheat in the tribe is being harvested. After a part of it is harvested, Han Cheng will have people plow another part of the harvested wheat fields into such furrows, which will also be used to plant sweet potatoes.

By that time, there will be no need to plant sweet potato sprouts. You just need to use scissors to cut some sweet potato vines from the grown sweet potato vines, and then stick them into the soil on a rainy day.

Han Cheng came here with a hoe and began to use the handle of the hoe to insert it under the sweet potato vines and turn them over.

After turning over, use a hoe to remove the grass between the ditches.

The purpose of doing this is, on the one hand, to maintain soil moisture and remove weeds so that these weeds do not compete for nutrients.

Another reason is to break the small roots growing on the sweet potato vines that are attached to the ground.

Otherwise, later on, the roots growing from these vines will also produce small sweet potatoes.

This will greatly disperse the nutrients on the main root of the sweet potato, making the sweet potatoes under the main root smaller.

Xiong Youpi and others went out to sea again.

Calculating the time and distance, they are almost at the big island in the south at this time.

Having tasted the sweetness, they said that this time they must bring back potatoes and corn, two high-yield crops, and plant them on their own tribal land.

Little Pea, who is already a father of two children, is not in the main tribe either.

Instead, after his son was born last year, he followed the team heading south. At this time, he should have been at the starting residential area.

By now, the total population of the Qingque tribe has exceeded 30,000.

As the Qingque tribe continues to grow and develop, the tribe's population continues to increase, and the number of babies born each year continues to increase.

The ability to attract people from other tribes is also constantly increasing.

In the past few years, the number of outsiders joining the Qingque tribe for various reasons has exceeded two thousand every year.

Last year, it exceeded three thousand!

The tribal population grew like a snowball.

As the son of God in the tribe, Han Cheng was of course very happy to see such a scene.

Just as Han Cheng was turning over the sweet potato vines here, some noise was heard.

He stopped and looked towards the western sky, and saw a large object floating towards this side from the western sky.

Han Cheng stood here and took a few glances, then a smile appeared on his face.

This is the hot air balloon made by this guy Shitou, carrying some people, coming from the Tongshan residential area.

After so many years of unremitting efforts, Shitou, a guy who had a dream of flying since childhood, finally succeeded in flying into the sky and successfully manufactured a hot air balloon with relatively complete performance, the kind that can carry people.

After standing here and watching for a while, Han Cheng went back to turning over his sweet potato vines.

At this moment, Stone, who made the hot air balloon, did not look at the hot air balloon he made.

After all, this thing has appeared in the tribe for two years.

He no longer felt too curious about this.

At this moment, he was sitting next to a stove, staring at the kettle on the stove in a daze.

The water in the kettle has been boiled and steam is constantly coming out.

The lid on the kettle was constantly moving because of the hot steam. One side was lifted up and then dropped down, colliding with the mouth of the kettle, making a popping sound.

Shitou was fascinated by this scene...

After a while, Shitou stood up from his seat, poured out the boiling water in the kettle, and then ran all the way to find the Son of God.

Because just now, a bold idea came into his mind.

Now he wanted to find the Son of God to discuss this bold idea of ​​his...

(End of the book)