“Ding Ding Dong…”

“Ding Ding Dong…”

From time to time, such sounds could be heard in the shade of the Qingque tribe.

Although the people in the tribe are used to it, they still can't help but look over here a few more times every time, looking enviously at the lame man who is waving an iron axe and hammering a chisel to make holes in the wood.

The people of the Green Bird Tribe now have a new problem. After meals and in other free time, they are unwilling to rest peacefully in the tribe, but instead wander around the rivers and ditches around the tribe.

Once they find some rust-like iron bacteria, they will happily put them into a jar.

The usefulness of iron tools fascinated everyone in the tribe.

Those who often cook want to use iron knives to slaughter and process prey and cut food.

The dressmaker wanted an iron knife to cut the leather.

Because the iron knife can not only cut the leather quickly, but also cut the leather neatly, and the fur on the edge is not easily worn out.

“Crack…”

Looking at the broken bone needle, Xing sighed and turned his gaze to Bo and Han Cheng under the shade of the tree.

If I could make a needle out of iron, it would be much easier to sew clothes...

“Bang…Bang”

The sharpshooter, Junior Brother Sha, pulled out the arrow from the target, looked at it for a while, and then put it back into the quiver made of folded tree bark at his waist.

If an iron arrowhead is used on a feather arrow, would it be more powerful?

Can you shoot through this thickened target?

Junior Brother Sha was lost in thought as he stroked the mark left on the target with his hand.

You will definitely be able to shoot through the target!

Thinking of the power of the iron knife and the axe, Junior Brother Sha clenched his fists tightly.

But there was too little iron in the tribe. After making four kinds of tools, there was no iron left...

The emergence of iron tools broadened the horizons of the people in the Qingque tribe, and many people were looking forward to using iron to create more and better tools.

After an autumn rain, the weather turned cooler. The Qingque tribe was not short of clothes now, so each person could still afford two sets of clothes.

So even those who like to show off their muscles by being shirtless have to put on their clothes obediently.

Add autumn to the dog days, and the tail of the autumn tiger is just as unbearable.

As the weather cleared up, the temperature rose rapidly again, and moist, warm steam mixed with the fishy smell of earth rose in waves.

Han Cheng, wearing straw sandals, stood at the edge of the field, looking at the millets with their heads drooping, and couldn't help but smile.

Humility is a good quality. People who are truly capable are generally more modest. The most feared are those who are half-full and only know how to do things...

Just like the millet with heavy fruits hung its head, the foxtail grass, which had also grown for half a year but did not yield much, held its head high and swayed in the autumn wind, trying to attract the attention of Han Cheng who was standing at the edge of the field.

However, Han Cheng was not very romantic. His eyes were only fixed on the heavy ears of grain and Bai Xuemei beside him, and he would not look anywhere else.

The edge of the ground was still wet when stepped on, so it was not only difficult to walk into the field, but also would damage the millet. More importantly, it would be extremely difficult to plow the land again after the harvest because the ground had been trampled solid.

Looking at the sun in the sky and then at the grains growing in the fields that were ripe but not yet ready to fall, Han Cheng finally did not give the order to harvest.

Wait a little longer. The autumn heat is very strong now. The ground will be much drier by tomorrow, and there should be no problem if you go to the fields then.

The next day, Han Cheng came to check the soil moisture conditions, and it was exactly as he had imagined.

However, the expected harvest did not begin immediately.

Han Cheng, Wu, the eldest brother, the second brother and other people from the Qingque tribe, each holding a hoe with a shiny handle in their hands, walked carefully in the ripe millet field.

From time to time, some millets would have their heads chopped off and placed in these baskets.

Those that were beheaded were all growing stronger and their ears of grain were larger than usual.

According to the military classification method, even though he cannot be called a general, he can still be compared to lower-ranking officers such as sergeant and lieutenant.

Han Cheng and Wu were able to cut off the heads of military officers in a huge army as easily as taking something out of a bag...

Before the official harvest, it is very necessary to pick out some millet with large ears in the field and store them separately.

To increase grain production, seeds, fertilizers, farming methods, and water conservancy are all crucial. Even if Han Cheng is beaten to death with genetically modified and hybrid millet, he can't do it.

All we can do is to select seeds, carry out the survival of the fittest, and slowly cultivate high-quality and high-yield seeds.

Among the many factors that contribute to increased grain production, high-quality seeds can be called an internal factor.

Cultivating an excellent next generation is what the Qingque tribe has always been doing, whether it was rapeseed, rabbits, chickens in the past or millet now.

After covering an area of ​​about two acres of land, Tietou and others, who were standing on the ridge of the field holding stone sickles and bone sickles and sharpening their knives, began to harvest in the fields according to Han Cheng's instructions.

The golden millet stalks collided with each other, making crackling sounds under the combined action of the sickle and the palm.

Sweat slid down his cheeks and body. His bronze face and chest, set against the golden ears of millet, together weaved a golden dream.

The millet stalks fell one by one, and after being tied into bundles, they were carried on a hook and carried to the threshing ground that had been cleared inside the tribe.

During the busy farming season, everyone is busy.

Those women who were weak or had big bellies and could not do heavy work would untie the bundles of the grain they had brought back to the field and spread it on the field in preparation for the next step of threshing.

The weather has been good these past few days, and I have to take advantage of God's kindness. I should harvest the millet as soon as possible and put it into the house while the weather is good. Only then can I truly feel at ease.

Otherwise, any small accident may make half a year's hard work and hope go to waste.

The minors in the tribe were not idle either. They walked around the harvested millet fields, picking up the fallen ears of millet...

Twenty or thirty acres of land is not too much compared to the current population of the Qingque tribe.

With everyone working together, the millet was harvested in three days and transported to the threshing ground.

Balloons and a few people who were familiar with the threshing ground used wooden forks and other things to beat the dried millet again and again.

After a series of tasks such as spreading, threshing, clearing and winnowing, a pile of millet was piled up on the ground.

These newly harvested grains cannot be stored directly. They need to be dried in the sun for a few days before they can be stored in large jars.