“Yo yo…”

In the seemingly empty field, Mr. Deer, with a rope tied to his face, shouted with some dissatisfaction.

It was once the invincible commander who commanded the three tribes of deer, sheep and dogs, but now it has fallen to this state.

I actually have to work as a coolie here, raking and plowing the fields.

It’s a pity that Uncle Deer was a deer living in ancient times and didn’t know Han Yu who wrote “On Horse”.

This world does not allow animals to become spirits, otherwise they will definitely turn around and speak human language, and say to the little two-legged beast that is holding it and laughing, "You are only humiliated by the hands of slaves..."

The soil moisture content is just right now, thanks to the autumn rain a few days ago. The clods of earth turned up in the ground can be easily broken up by raking, making it a good time to harrow the land and sow rapeseed.

The deer that have lived and eaten for free in the Green Bird tribe for so long and have been served by special people every day will naturally not be let go. Now those strong and healthy ones have been harnessed, and under the guidance of the people of the Green Bird tribe, they imitate their leader to harrow the land and sow seeds here.

Uncle Deer is treated differently from ordinary deer because other deer pull rakes, but he pulls a plow.

The wide leather at the end of the plow shaft was draped over Uncle Lu's back, surrounding half of it.

There was another rope tied under the leather, passing under Uncle Deer's belly and, together with the leather above, tied Uncle Deer around the waist.

In this way, as it moves, the plow behind it will move forward along with it.

Deer are different from cows. Deer's necks are not as thick as cow's, nor as strong as cow's necks to bear thousands of pounds. Therefore, Han Cheng can only imitate donkeys and mules and place the center of gravity of the load on the waist and back.

Behind Uncle Lu, there was a man limping, holding a plow with both hands.

The three plow legs tied with triangular bones pushed through the raked, soft soil, leaving three parallel lines on the ground with a distance of twenty centimeters between them no matter how they turned.

The black rapeseed in the bucket leaked out through the hole at the bottom of the bucket, and was divided into three parts about three centimeters away from the bucket. The seeds went to three hollow plow legs and fell into the grooves created by the plow legs.

"etc."

Lame, who was holding the plow cart, suddenly spoke. Han Cheng, who was walking forward with Uncle Lu, stopped as he was told.

It's not that Han Cheng likes to help with the plowing, but that Uncle Deer only recognizes Han Cheng. Unless Han Cheng leads it, no one else can make it work well.

"What's wrong?"

Han Cheng asked.

"The port is blocked."

As he answered, Lame let go of the plow handle, bent down, and pulled out a piece of wood that was stuck on the wooden tube that connected the three plow legs under the funnel. The blocked plow eye immediately became unblocked.

Bo quickly inserted the wood chips back to the original level, otherwise, too many seeds would be planted and the soil would become very dense.

While Lame was doing this, the people around with balloons and bottles stretched their heads and watched carefully.

Bo was a carpenter, and the task of sowing could not fall on him. After teaching them how to use balloons and bottles, he no longer interfered with sowing.

After all, there are still many things he needs to do.

After making adjustments, Han Cheng led the deer forward, leaving shallow grooves on the raked land...

The distant mountains are yellow and red in different shades, the nearby water is clear and flowing quietly, a few wisps of smoke from burning dry grass are slowly rising from the fields, and farmers are scattered in groups of three or two in the fields...

There is no smoke of gunpowder, no flames of war, not too much fighting, only a tranquil and enchanting picture of late autumn farming...

The farming efficiency of the plow cart is amazing and far beyond that of human labor.

One deer, two men, and one plow can cultivate fifteen acres in a day.

This is when neither the people nor the deer are very familiar with each other.

If the deer are trained well and people are skilled in using the plow, there is no need for people to lead the deer to help with the plow. One person, one deer and one plow can cultivate more than 20 acres a day.

There are two ways to control the deer's turning, one is direct and the other is indirect.

The most direct way is that when using a plow to sow seeds, in addition to the leather rope fixed on the deer's waist and back, tie another rope on the deer's head, just like threading shoelaces, pass through the splint on the deer's face, wrap the two ends of the rope around the back of the deer, and tie it to the handle of the plow, where the person holding the plow can reach.

When you need to turn left, pull the rope on the left, and when you need to turn right, pull the rope on the right.

Because the rope is tied to the deer's head, if you pull it hard, the deer will turn around.

The so-called voice control is actually a method adopted on the basis of the implementation of this method.

When you use a rope to lead the deer to turn left, shout "da da"; when you turn the deer to the right, shout "lie lie"; when you urge the deer to move forward, shout "ha"; and when you make it stop, shout "oh".

After doing this for a long time, the deer will develop a conditioned reflex and will no longer need to be pulled by a rope. They will only need to hear a command and they will know what to do and how to cooperate with people in farming.

Such commands are not only for deer, but also for cattle and horses. When we find cattle and horses in time, we will also train them in the same way.

This year, we planted 50 acres of rapeseed. The main purpose is to eat rapeseed. We use rapeseed to feed deer, rabbits and chickens. Rapeseed is also mixed in to feed chickens.

As for extracting oil from rapeseed, Han Cheng has not started trying it yet. On the one hand, there are too many things he needs to worry about. On the other hand, so far, animal fat oil alone is enough.

So the matter of extracting oil from rapeseed has been delayed like this, and there are signs that it will be delayed further.

After the rapeseed was planted, Han Cheng also planted the 'Chinese cabbage' and 'high-quality rapeseed' that he had selected and cultivated for two years.

The emergence of the plow cart greatly improved the efficiency of planting. After planting the fields in three days, the people of the Qingque tribe carried plows and backpacks and headed towards the orchard.

It's time to collect and store fruits.

There is strength in numbers. As everyone went out, piles of fruit began to appear in the tribe and quickly increased.

The meal at the Qingque tribe tonight was strange. There was no barbecue as usual, nor was there steaming fish soup. Instead, there was just a pile of fruits piled together.

Han Cheng was a little puzzled and didn't know what the eldest brother, who was in charge of preparing the food, meant.

He was surprised, but other people in the tribe were not surprised, especially those from the Bone Tribe who had just joined the Green Bird Tribe this year. They felt that it was natural.

For primitive people, food is always so precious. Even in the wealthy Green Bird tribe, people are still reluctant to waste it.

These fruits all have their skins bruised, broken, or cracked.

Such fruits are not durable in storage and will easily go bad if not eaten in time.

Han Cheng, who understood the reason, couldn't help but give a thumbs up to his senior brother. It was indeed a good idea to eat the ones that were easy to spoil first and leave the good ones. It could reduce a lot of food waste.

However, after praising him, Han Cheng immediately asked his eldest brother to take out some meat and had someone add water to the ceramic jar so that he could start cooking soup.

The weather has become cold, and it is no longer like summer. It is not okay to eat these cold fruits instead of hot soup. Firstly, they will not fill you up, and secondly, you will easily get an upset stomach.

In this era where a cold or fever can be regarded as being thrown into a fire and burned to death, no disease should be underestimated.

“Son of God…”

The eldest brother seemed a little anxious, as if this would cause a lot of fruits to be wasted.

Han Cheng smiled and waved at him, indicating that he didn't need to worry.