Under the eaves, several black elves from the south were chirping and discussing with each other where to build a new home.

Some people wanted to use bows and arrows to let these birds that dared to occupy a place under the eaves of their tribe see that the Qingque tribe is inviolable, but were stopped by Han Cheng.

The little swallow in flowery clothes is a beneficial insect and it is better not to harm it as much as possible.

Moreover, according to legend, swallows are auspicious birds, and if a swallow builds a nest under the eaves of a house, it proves that the family is likely to have good luck.

Otherwise, how could there be the saying that the swallows that used to fly in front of the mansions of the wealthy and the rich now fly into the homes of ordinary people?

The first-class aristocratic family fell into decline, and without luck, even the swallows, auspicious birds that love their old nests, abandoned them...

Of course, this is just a saying for the sake of luck, and we shouldn't take this matter too seriously.

Not only did Han Cheng not allow anyone to harm these black elves, but after discovering that the swallows had begun to build nests under the eaves with mud, Han Cheng personally planted two tall poles not far away, with not-too-thick ropes tied between the poles.

Swallows tired of flying stand on this line to preen their feathers, reflected in the warm sky like a few notes jumping on a musical score.

Looking up at these, Han Cheng felt some familiar smells.

Sister Bai Xue, who was standing nearby, was also looking up, but she was not as pretty as the blooming peach blossoms. With her pigtails swinging, she didn't understand why Brother Cheng was looking so intently...

“Bang, bang, bang…”

“Wow…”

The continuous sounds rang out in the long-standing orchard of the Qingque tribe, shaking off the flying petals all over the ground.

Under the worried gaze of Wu and others, many branches of these fruit trees were cut off. Some of the severed branches were thicker than bowls.

Over the past few years, the annual fruit production of this naturally formed orchard has been gradually decreasing.

Fortunately, they no longer rely on this fruit to survive the winter, otherwise, this matter would be really depressing for Wu and the eldest senior brother.

The Son of God learned of this by chance and said that he had a way to make the fruit tree bear fruit again.

At this time, it is not yet time to plant millet, and the rapeseed has just begun to sprout stems, with some yellow flowers occasionally appearing, but it is not yet the time for full bloom. The Qingque tribe is relatively idle at this time.

So, with the mood of following the Son of God to see something new and curious, many people brought their tools and followed the Son of God to the orchard, wanting to see how the Son of God used his miraculous means to make these fruit trees bear more fruits.

As a result, the method they arrived at was so simple and crude that even primitive people couldn't tolerate it.

Just one word - cut!

After arriving here, the great Son of God showed no mercy to the fruit trees that were in full bloom or about to bloom, and he directly used ruthless means to destroy the flowers.

He used a sharp stone to make cuts on the branches of the fruit trees, and had people cut off the branches along the cuts, or saw them off with a saw.

His methods were extremely cruel. Some fruit trees were reduced by two-thirds after his treatment!

Looking at the fallen flowers and the numerous broken branches all over the ground, Wu, the eldest brother and others couldn't help but twitch in their hearts.

Is this the way to increase the yield of fruit trees?

How can the yield be increased if so many branches are removed?

Not only will it not increase, the biggest possibility is that it will decrease...

However, as they looked at the Son of God who was full of confidence and constantly scratching the fruit trees with a stone in his hand, they began to have doubts in their hearts again.

Apart from accidentally making wine out of canned food, it seemed that the Son of God had not made any mistakes in other matters.

It is precisely because of such precedents that they did not speak rashly, but instead waited and saw the results.

Of course, there is another more important reason. The tribe no longer depends on this orchard for survival.

Under such circumstances, the Son of God could do whatever he wanted with the orchard.

Han Cheng stood here and looked at the sturdy peach tree with many peach gums on it for a while, and decisively scratched marks on several branches.

The tree is so old. If we don’t clean and prune some branches, how can it bear many fruits?

The nutrients absorbed by the roots of trees are not enough to be transported to the trunks.

Pruning the orchard was not just a one-time effort for Han Cheng.

In the past, with the abundance of other foods, the proportion of fruit in the food composition of the Green Bird Tribe did decrease, and it was a very significant decrease.

But with the unexpected emergence of fruit wine and vinegar, the seemingly redundant fruits have found their place again.

On the night of New Year's Eve, many people in the Qingque tribe experienced a wonderful feeling of being in a trance from the wine, which did not taste very good at first, so they were very enthusiastic about brewing wine.

Millet is too precious for the Qingque tribe, and it is impossible to use it to make wine.

So the final decision still has to come down to these fruits.

Moreover, Han Cheng also plans to continue researching canned food, which also requires a lot of fruit.

I just don’t know if I’ll be like that guy, who couldn’t make the cans well, but made the wine taste better and better.

Han Cheng thought this helplessly.

With so many demands, it becomes very necessary to prune fruit trees and increase yields.

Bugs Bunny, who was intentionally trained by Han Cheng in this area, was the most involved in this matter.

These fruit tree branches are cut down and dried, then taken back to be used as firewood.

I haven't come across duck so far. If there is such a thing, it would probably not taste good if roasted with fruit branches.

While Han Cheng and his team were dealing with the orchard, Cao Gen, who was in a good mood, stretched out his arms and embraced the warm spring breeze.

After a difficult winter, Cao Gen has lost a lot of weight and looks a little unrecognizable, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

But he was still very happy because he was finally not eaten by his tribe and he was still alive.

Not only him, but three other people who had the same experience as him were also treated well.

On the one hand, this was due to their tireless efforts in finding all kinds of food to fill their stomachs, and on the other hand, it was due to the tribe that brought them the good news.

If it weren't for the last moment when the dark-looking tribesman came and gave them a precious thing called a clay pot that could be used to boil soup into hot water, they would still have been unable to escape the fate of being eaten.

They could exchange these for just some useless furs, so the grassroots were naturally happy to do so.