A breeze blew, the wind chimes under the eaves jingled, and the lazy spring sun shined down, making my body warm.

Han Cheng sat at the foot of the south wall, holding a stick in his hand. He put it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully. His eyes were a little blurry, but he couldn't see the stick at all.

He rubbed his sore eyes and put the stick in his hand back into the clay basin at his feet.

The ceramic pot was dry, and inside it were some tender yellow leaves, which were the new mulberry leaves that had sprouted this year.

He never forgot about silkworms. Even with current technology, even if silkworms are raised, it is basically impossible to turn the fine silk into gorgeous silk. However, Han Cheng never gave up the idea of ​​raising silkworms.

Today's silkworms are still relatively primitive and have a long way to go before they can become mature domestic silkworms. In this case, let's just raise them on a small scale for the time being.

It is not for the purpose of producing silk, but to breed silkworms that can produce larger and just the right cocoons.

Compared with the improvement of weaving technology, the evolution of silkworm cocoons is undoubtedly more difficult and requires long-term cultivation from generation to generation.

By the time weaving techniques had reached the level where silk could be made from silkworms, it was too late to start cultivating silkworms.

After sitting here and waiting for a while, and still not seeing the silkworm larvae come out of the silkworm seeds, Han Cheng put the small ceramic basin on the windowsill and walked out of the courtyard.

Outside the Qingque tribe, there was a busy working scene at this time.

The group, led by the eldest brother, were digging something with bone shovels on the ground which had become much softer after the winter.

They were not turning the soil, but digging a hole.

The pit was dug on the east side of the Qingque tribe, on an open space bordering the forest, and next to a small river a little far away from the Qingque tribe.

These pits are dug almost every two meters.

Don't doubt why the digging is so accurate, it's because the lame man is measuring with a two-meter-long stick.

These pits extend from the small river in the south all the way to the foot of the mountain two or three miles away.

There are two rows of such pits.

Someone was digging a hole in front, and Shang, who was behind, picked up a small sapling and placed it in the dug hole. He straightened the sapling according to the previous demonstration of the Son of God. Liang, who was standing by, used a bone shovel to seal the soil piled on the edge of the pit and pressed it as firmly as possible with his feet.

After doing this, they took the bone shovel and the sapling, walked to the next pit, and repeated the previous action.

Ruhua walked all the way from the river carrying a load of water. She came to the newly planted saplings and put down the load.

Holding the rope on the jar with one hand and lifting the bottom of the jar with the other hand, he aimed the mouth of the jar at the hole where the tree was newly planted and slowly tilted it down.

The cool, bright white water slid out of the jar and fell into the tree pit.

Sometimes, when a jar of water is emptied, there will still be one or two jumping fish at the bottom of the jar.

If it were in the past, in the original tribe, Ruhua would definitely be very happy to secretly hide the little fish in her hand, find an opportunity when no one else could see, put the little fish into her mouth, chew it nervously, and sincerely feel that she had good luck today.

But now, she would never do such a thing again.

Three meals a day, every meal was full, she was used to this kind of life. Thinking back to the past, she didn't know how she had survived and grown up...

Ruhua watered the plants very carefully and seriously. Sometimes when she saw a sapling was crooked, she would stop and straighten it.

She was just like everyone else in the tribe. She would carry out the tasks assigned by the Son of God without any compromise.

This sapling is not a random tree, but a fruit tree that the tribesmen dug up from the surrounding area in the past few days.

Ruhua let go of the saplings only after she confirmed that they would not grow crooked. She treated the saplings with great care.

As she was doing this, the scene that the Son of God had described a few days ago would involuntarily appear in her mind -

The wind blew gently, the branches and leaves swayed slightly, and the rich fruit fragrance filled the entire courtyard with the wind.

Not far from the courtyard, the fruit trees that had been planted had grown big, and the branches were bent down by the weight of the fruits.

No need to run far to pick fruits, you can easily get fruits just by walking out of the yard...

This scene is fascinating just thinking about it.

At the same time, I was also wondering, why didn’t we know to plant wild fruit trees near the tribe before?

Balloon did not participate in the tree planting activity as he had other things to do.

Squatting at the edge of the rapeseed field, he was inserting many five-centimeter-long sticks into the turned soil.

The stick was not fully inserted, leaving one or two buds without leaves sticking out.

He did it seriously, and didn't quite understand what the Son of God said, that these sticks would grow into trees in time.

They are just sticks, how can they grow into trees?

Han Cheng came over and looked for a while, then pulled out the tree sticks that had the balloons stuck upside down and reinserted them.

This was a nursery he was trying to develop, mainly planting mulberry tree branches and some fruit trees. Han Cheng had no idea whether these fruit trees could grow.

Most of the fruits at that time were not as delicious as those in later generations.

Fruits with small cores and lots of flesh are considered heresy here. Fruits with thick skin, little flesh, large cores and bad taste are the mainstream.

If you think about it, you can understand it. After all, the fruits that people eat in later generations have gone through countless generations and used countless cultivation techniques to finally form them. Naturally, they are much better than the primitive and purely wild ones today.

Han Cheng didn't know much about fruit tree cultivation. One method was grafting, and the other was to select seeds from generation to generation just like cultivating rapeseed.

But no matter what, this is something that needs to be done by trial and error. The more you try, the more experience you will gain.

“Someone! Someone!”

The person standing on the low wall on the east side was shouting loudly.

In fact, before he shouted, the eldest brother who was leading people to dig a hole in the east had already discovered the visitor.

Because this group of people came from the forest in the east.

After a brief moment of tension, things quickly calmed down. The people who came were from the donkey tribe, not enemies.

Han Cheng was a little surprised. It was just the beginning of spring, so why did the people from the Donkey Tribe come? Didn't they give them salt before?

After confirming the identity of the person, the eldest brother asked Junior Brother Sha and others to put away their bows.

Junior Brother Sha and his companions were very alert and carried bows and arrows when they came out to dig the pit.

The leader of the Donkey Tribe looked at the bent wood carried on the backs of the people of the tribe, feeling puzzled.

I really don’t know what this wealthy tribe was thinking when they used such bent wood as a weapon. They actually treated it so seriously.

In his opinion, the bent wood was far less lethal than the wooden sticks with bone fragments held by other people in the tribe.