This is not to say that the Qingque tribe has developed so well or its productivity is so advanced that it can be compared with the feudal period.

It’s because the Green Bird tribe has a small population and is easy to deal with. As long as changes are made in certain aspects, immediate results will be seen.

Feudal kingdoms were different.

When a country's territory is vast enough and its population is large enough, the things it encounters will become strange and varied, and it will be overwhelming to keep up with all the different things.

Especially when natural disasters and man-made disasters collide, the land will be barren for thousands of miles, people will eat their own children, bones will be exposed in the wild, and no roosters will crow for thousands of miles... These horrible things will really happen.

From this perspective, people in feudal dynasties did not necessarily have a higher happiness index than people in their own tribes, otherwise the great poets would not have imagined the isolated Peach Blossom Spring.

Of course, the privileged classes need to be excluded.

It is indeed like this. Whenever I think about it, I am always worse than the best and better than the worst...

"Son of God, let's have millet for lunch..."

The witch came over, holding some shelled grains in her hands, and said happily.

Han Cheng collected his thoughts and stopped thinking about these things.

Whether the feudal dynasty is good or bad, it is very far away from him and the Qingque tribe. It is also a matter of lifetime, so there is no point in thinking too much about it.

Just take each step firmly.

Be happy when you should be happy, celebrate when you should celebrate. Thinking too much and worrying too much will make your life lose its due color.

"Eat millet and rice!"

Han Cheng stood up, let out a long breath, looked at Wu and the others, and said loudly with a smile.

"I'll cook for lunch myself!"

He added.

People who were originally happy to hear about eating millet rice became even more excited after hearing Han Cheng's words.

They are well aware of Shenzi's cooking skills.

Under Han Cheng's arrangement, someone took out two jars of dried and stored millet, came to the yard, picked up a wooden stick, and started pounding the millet.

The stonemason Mu Tou has not been idle during this period. Under Han Cheng's arrangement, he has been working with a large stone, using another stone to slowly chisel out a conical stone pit on it.

This stone pit is used for pounding millet.

The stone pit in the cave of Qingque tribe that was originally used to smash loquats was too small to hold even two taels of millet at a time, and if one was not careful, the millet would splash out of the pit.

Using it to pound rice is not only inefficient, but also very inconvenient.

So before Han Cheng started harvesting the millet, he asked Mu Mu to start carving a new mortar for pounding rice.

Other people in the tribe could not think of this, but he, as the leader, could not ignore it.

Now, this newly carved mortar comes in handy.

This mortar can hold two pounds of shelled millet at a time. When pounded with a wooden stick, not much splashes out. Compared with the previous one, it is much more efficient.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

“Swish, swish, swish…”

The muscles on the eldest brother's arms bulged and stretched, and the wooden stick rose and fell. The husks of the millet in the stone mortar were squeezed open, revealing the yellow fruit inside.

The pounded rice was taken out of the stone mortar and put into a winnowing basket. Balloon held the winnowing basket and shook it carefully for a while. The husks flew away, leaving only the yellow millet.

Pounding rice is a new thing, and many people in the tribe are very happy to do it, to the point of scrambling to do it.

When Han Cheng saw this scene, he just smiled and said nothing.

He knew very well how difficult it was to pound rice, otherwise pounding rice would not have been considered a form of punishment in the Pre-Qin period.

These people in the tribe are just interested in it for a while. When the amount of rice increases and pounding rice becomes a daily routine, they will no longer be as enthusiastic as they are today...

The alluring aroma wafts back and forth in the Qingque tribe. The fragrant meat and vegetables are piled on the yellow millet rice. You don't have to eat it, just looking at it and smelling it is enough to make people feel relaxed and happy.

Those who had eaten millet rice before were still fine, but those who joined the Original Bone Tribe this year didn’t know how to describe their feelings.

All they could do was wolf down the food in the bowl, shoveling it into their mouths without saying a word for fear of wasting time.

When they ate the delicious food, they all felt that all their previous hard work was worth it.

That’s it, it’s hard when you’re working hard, but when you reap the rewards, all the hard work will turn into a knowing smile.

While the people of the Green Bird Tribe were enjoying the delicious food with satisfaction, the people of the Green Tribe also packed up and set off with joy.

The thing that made the two tribes happy was the same, something that looked a bit like a dog's tail.

The difference is that the people of the Green Bird tribe tasted the deliciousness and saw the hope of making the tribe stronger.

The people of the Green Tribe were proud of the fact that they could exchange the unpalatable wild grass ears for pottery and some soft hats and gloves.

They did have reason to be complacent. After all, the surrounding tribes wanted to exchange things from the wealthy tribe, but all they had to use were precious food and animal skins that could keep them warm, while they used ears of wild grass that they would not eat unless it was any other food.

“￥@￥!”

The leader of the Green Tribe gave a call and left the tribe with everyone carrying ears of wild grass, heading towards the wealthy, generous and powerful Green Bird Tribe.

According to previous exchange experience, the wild grass ears that he brought this time can not only give everyone in the tribe a pottery bowl, but also exchange them for a large cooking pot.

Thinking of the people in his own tribe, each eating with a pottery bowl, the leader of the Green Tribe could not help but feel happy from the inside out. He felt full of strength and wanted to run to that tribe immediately to exchange all their pottery back.

He walked forward, reached out to touch the wild grass ears on his shoulder, then looked back at the tribesmen who were dressed like him, and the smile on his face became even wider.

The people of that tribe certainly never thought that they could bring back so many ears of wild grass.

When they see me, they will be very surprised.

Thinking of this, the leader of the Green Tribe became even more excited about reaching the Green Bird Tribe.

As for the safety of the tribe, he was not too worried. This was a season when food was relatively abundant and generally no one would attack other tribes.

Among the neighboring tribes, the most powerful and aggressive Bone Tribe has been destroyed, and the wealthy Green Bird Tribe has also promised not to invade as long as their own tribe does not take the initiative to attack...

Even if another tribe came to invade, he would not be too worried because he had already made arrangements near the cave entrance that imitated the wall of the Qingque tribe.