As the green tribe leader shouted, a sturdier male primitive man nearby showed joy on his face and hurriedly stepped forward to take the earthenware bowl of broth from the leader.

He put it to his mouth and took a sip under the envious gazes of others.

He drank a little too much in this gulp, and the broth was just scooped out of a hot pot. His face was distorted by the burns, but he was reluctant to spit it out. After enduring for a while, he finally couldn't stand the temperature and spit it out.

He was fanning his mouth with his hands and breathing in cool air. His tongue was red, obviously he was badly burned.

The leader of the Green Tribe angrily snatched the bowl from the man's hand, handed it to another person, and asked him to taste it.

When the primitive man saw the man still sticking out his tongue, he seemed a little afraid of the bowl of steaming soup in his hand. Upon seeing this, the leader of the Green Tribe suddenly remembered that the man had not been to the previous joyous party, so he snatched the bowl from the man and gave it to someone who had been to the joyous party.

The man did not dare to delay and put the bowl to his mouth and took a sip with doubt. It was fragrant and hot and tasted good.

only……?

He suddenly realized something, took another sip to taste it, and looked at the leader who had been looking at him in surprise and doubt.

The leader of the Green Tribe still refused to believe it, so he asked other people who had been to the joyful party before to taste it one by one, and everyone had the same reaction.

Seeing the tribesmen looking at him with some confusion and seeming a little depressed, the leader of the Green Tribe was very hurt.

He walked around the vat of broth, patting it from time to time and scratching his hair, which had lost many green leaves from it, his mind full of confusion.

This shouldn't be the case. I cooked so carefully, but why did the broth taste the same as before when I cooked it in a ceramic bowl? I clearly changed to a larger ceramic bowl.

He carefully recalled the cooking steps of the wealthy tribe nearby that he had secretly noted down during the joyous gathering, and did not find anything he had missed.

This made him even more distressed. He didn't expect that even though he brought back all the large vats that the tribe was using for cooking, the taste of the food he cooked was still far inferior to that of that tribe.

Unable to figure out what the problem was, and looking at the people who were looking at the big jar with hunger, the leader of the Green Tribe decided to eat the broth first before thinking about anything else.

Without a long-handled spoon, we could only scoop the soup from the bowl and drink it first, then eat the meat, and we had to take turns...

Got it!

The leader of the green tribe, who had drunk a bellyful of soup, suddenly had an idea.

That tribe used fish to make soup, but I used animal meat this time. The taste is very different because of the different ingredients. I will try using fish later...

"Sizzle, sizzle"

The leader of the green tribe, who drank a belly full of fish soup but didn't eat two pieces of meat, squatted on the ground with a worried look on his face, scratching his hair hard with his hands, and the green leaves fell down.

He looked at the pottery jar and wanted to ask it what he should do to make it cook delicious soup.

"%#fsr#..."

A few days ago, on the way to the Green Bird Tribe, they encountered thick smoke. When the leader of the Green Tribe was about to return home, the person who had persuaded him to stop came over and said something to the leader of the Green Tribe.

The doubt on the face of the Green Tribe leader gradually disappeared. He thought for a while, then took his people out to hunt. Before leaving, he arranged for the half-grown children, as well as some elderly or injured people to collect the grass spikes around the tribe...

Han Cheng and the people of the Green Bird Tribe had no idea what was happening in the Green Tribe. They were doing what their tribe was supposed to do at their own pace.

Flames rose up and smoke slowly dissipated around.

There were few people gathered around watching the fire; most of them were working hard to plow the soil in a field not too far away.

The strong men used bone shovels to dig the soil, while some half-grown children and thin women followed behind and broke up the large pieces of soil with wooden sticks tied with stones or simply carrying a piece of wooden stick.

This process was somewhat particular. Han Cheng asked them not to walk around in the fields, but to stand in one place, break up any large pieces of soil they could reach in front of them, then take a big step forward and repeat the previous action.

This is done to minimize stepping on overturned ground.

The soil in the newly turned land is relatively moist and fluffy. Stepping on it will make the soil there firm.

Although it did not reach the strength it had before it was turned over, it was much more solid than the surrounding areas that had not been stepped on.

In order to minimize the amount of trampling on the turned land, Han Cheng asked Bo to make a tool for hitting the soil clods, and while taking into account whether it would be difficult for a person to hold the tool, he extended the wooden handle as much as possible.

In this way, people standing in one place can knock on more clods of earth.

Several acres of field that had been planted with rapeseed for a season had been turned over and large chunks of soil had been broken up.

Han Cheng was holding a ceramic bowl in one hand and using his other hand to grab the slippery dark brown rapeseed from the bowl and scattering it around through his fingers, walking forward as he did so.

It rained a little the day before yesterday, and the soil moisture was very good, which is perfect for growing rapeseed.

Behind Han Cheng followed Qiongqiong, who was holding a wooden rake in his hand. He walked backwards, extending and pulling the rake in his hand continuously. The thin teeth of the rake brought up a layer of broken soil, leaving fine grooves, which looked like the marks left on his daughter's head by a father who was not very good at combing her hair.

The soil raised by the rake covered the rapeseed that had fallen into the soil and disappeared, and also eliminated the footprints left by Han Cheng and the balloon.

The manufacturing method of the raking rake is roughly the same as the previously made rake used specifically on threshing floors.

The difference between the two is that the teeth of a raking harrow are thinner, more numerous and denser, and their length is half that of the teeth of a sweeping harrow, and the curvature is not as large.

This is done to prevent the rake from sinking too deep and catching too much soil.

After all, the soil is not as light as the rapeseed stems. If it sinks too deep, it will be too difficult to pull it out.

The place with fire and smoke in the distance is the farmland that the Qingque tribe is preparing to expand again.

The farmland there was prepared for planting millet, the new crop obtained by the Qingque tribe next year.

Turn the fields over in the first year, dry them in the sun, and freeze them. Then turn them over again when planting millet in the second year. This is much better than reclaiming the fields and planting them immediately.

At this time of year in previous years, the people of the Qingque tribe were busy picking fruits and storing food in every possible way in preparation for the coming cold winter.

This year they were not worried at all, because with fish cages, rabbit traps and salt, they had stored enough food.

This tribe has been constantly changing its living habits since Han Cheng came here, and is now heading towards farming.

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