The wide Lu River flows slowly, with six small boats rippling slightly.

The people on the boat went downstream with the boat.

What is different from the past is that there is no longer nothing behind the six small boats.

Six rafts, much larger than the small boat, floated on the water and moved downstream along with the small boat.

There are one or two people standing on the raft holding bamboo poles to help the raft turn around and control the speed of the raft to prevent it from colliding with the small boat in front.

These rafts are made of bamboo, no less than two meters wide and more than three meters long. They are made of two layers of bamboo tied together, so people can stand on them without getting their shoes wet.

Compared to the small boat swaying with the water, the heavy and large bamboo raft is undoubtedly more stable. Therefore, those who are prone to seasickness hold bamboo poles and get on the bamboo raft which is more like flat ground.

Strangely enough, I didn’t feel dizzy as much after I got on the bamboo raft.

Tietou, whose legs had stopped shaking, held a long bamboo pole in his hand. When he saw that the bamboo raft was going too fast, he stuck the pole into the riverbed and waited for a while to allow the bamboo raft and the small boat to distance themselves from each other.

Compared to the previous all-day mowing, this is undoubtedly more relaxing.

The only thing that made him uncomfortable was that there were a lot of bamboo tubes tied to his body.

It was really inconvenient to tie this thing on his body, and he wanted to take off the bamboo tubes, but when he remembered what the Son of God had said before, that with these bamboo tubes he would not drown if he fell into the water, he held back.

After all, compared to feeling uncomfortable, he still cherishes life more.

He was not the only one with bamboo tubes tied to his body. Except for Han Cheng and Bai Xuemei, everyone in the team had bamboo tubes tied to their bodies.

It's not that Han Cheng is not afraid of death, but he and Bai Xuemei are tied with urine bubbles that have stronger buoyancy and lighter weight...

These six bamboo rafts were the result of Han Cheng and his men's two-day stay ashore.

The production of bamboo rafts is very necessary. Without them, there is no way to transport the harvested wild hemp back.

After all, the small boats were almost full of people, and there was no extra space for wild hemp.

Moreover, even if we free up a ship to carry wild hemp, how much can it carry?

Far less than what can be transported by bamboo rafts.

Moreover, this move kills two birds with one stone. It can not only be used to transport wild hemp, but when the time comes to pull the wild hemp back to the tribe, once the bamboo raft is dismantled, a lot of bamboo will be obtained.

Now the tribe also has iron knives. As long as you practice more, you will be able to break the bamboo strips into uniform and easy-to-use ones in time.

When the time comes, it will be an excellent material for making sieves or mats.

Han Cheng looked at the bamboo rafts with a smile on his face.

Grain production will be expanded next year, and the bamboo sieves manufactured in that time will come in handy.

With enough sieves and winnowing baskets, you don't have to worry too much when cleaning grain even if there is no wind.

In order to cut down the bamboos, Han Cheng brought the only iron axe and iron saw in the tribe.

Also brought were stone hoes that had been sharpened by the soil for digging the ground.

If we didn't have these tools, and only came with a bone shovel like last time, it would be impossible to cut down bamboos and make so many rafts even if we had two more days.

Junior Brother Sha, who was carrying a bow and paddling with both hands, was also looking at the bamboo rafts. The more he looked, the more he was impressed by the wisdom of the Son of God.

Before, he was worried about how the Son of God would transport the harvested wild hemp by water.

From the fact that the Son of God prepared so many sickles and brought along several harvest experts such as Tietou, he understood that the amount of wild hemp that the Son of God needed to harvest would definitely be considerable.

The only boat he knew of that could travel on water and be used to transport wild hemp was the wooden canoe they were riding in.

However, these wooden boats were full of people. Even if they could squeeze together to free up two wooden boats, they still couldn't carry too much wild hemp.

Such doubts were not completely dispelled until the first bamboo raft made of cut bamboo was launched into the water...

"A small bamboo raft flows along the river, birds sing, fish swim... In the land of fish and rice in the south of the Yangtze River, a small bamboo raft flows along the river..."

Sister Bai Xue's voice was still somewhat childish, mixed with the sound of the oars hitting the water, as she chased the water birds flying close to the water surface.

This passage, which is like a poem and a simple nursery rhyme, was taught by Han Cheng to Bai Xuemei. He learned it when he was in preschool.

Reading it now, it is quite appropriate, except that it lacks a bit of human habitation and the fragrance of rice.

It’s strange to say, many things I learned in childhood are deeply engraved in my mind and will never be forgotten, but those things I learned later and remembered with great difficulty can be easily returned to the teacher.

Is it because I was a single-minded child and was less disturbed by the outside world?

Or is it because I have become too utilitarian and have too many things to learn?

Han Cheng thought about these things, but he didn't know the answer.

The sky darkened again, and the boats and bamboo rafts came to the shore one after another. People got off the boats one after another, bonfires were lit, and fish in the fish cages were taken out...

At dusk, the first wisp of smoke rose from the river bank. It was the only smoke here, and it slowly drifted away along the water surface in the evening breeze.

When the food in the pottery pot was cooked, the river water began to emit hot steam like cooking smoke because of a day of sun exposure.

At this time, the smoke and hot air mixed together, and it was no longer possible to tell which was the smoke and which was the water vapor.

At the same time, the Qingque tribe, hundreds of miles away, was also having a meal.

The eldest brother who stayed in the tribe with the witch put down his bowl and chopsticks, climbed the wooden ladder to the top of the wall in the last daylight, and looked towards the east, where he could vaguely see some glowing water.

Outside the tribe's gate, squatting there were Fu Jiang and his five cubs, who were almost as tall as him.

The eldest senior brother was quite worried about this long journey. Without him around, he was afraid that the Son of God would be in danger.

Moreover, when the Son of God left this time, half of the people he brought with him were from the Original Bone Tribe, and they were strong and healthy.

The eldest brother understood the Son of God’s intention in doing this, and that was why he was even more worried.

After all, the people of the Original Bone Tribe are not as reliable as the original people. When the Son of God takes them away, the tribe will naturally be safe, but there will be more danger on the Son of God's side.

Although he knew that no one could match the Son of God in terms of wisdom, the eldest brother still couldn't help but worry.

Just like he would be worried about his tribe when he went out with the Son of God.

If you are in a high position in the government, you will worry about your ruler. If you are in a remote place, you will worry about your people. You will worry if you advance or retreat. Then when will you be happy?

Of course, the eldest brother didn’t know the famous poem "Yueyang Tower Inscription", but he felt the same way.

I wonder how Mr. Fan would feel when he learned that his thoughts and feelings were in line with those of the ancients who could not be more ancient.

“Pooh…”

In the green tribe where smoke was curling up, the leader of the green tribe spat out the cooked wild grass seeds in his mouth with a "Puh" sound.

This thing doesn't taste good even when cooked. I don't know why that tribe made so much of it...