Han Cheng talked and gestured, sometimes even drawing a few lines on the ground with a stick, to make Bo understand what a unicycle is.

When he learned that a wheelbarrow could carry a lot of things at a time, which was similar to a sled that could no longer be used after the snow melted, Bo immediately became excited.

The deer pulling the sled left a deep impression on him. After the ice and snow melted, the sled could no longer be used, which made him very regretful.

He has always wondered how to make something similar to a sled that can be used not only in winter.

In this way, the people in the tribe will not be as tired as they are now when they do things like transporting harvested crops from the fields or transporting manure to the fields.

However, due to his limited knowledge, he had never thought of such a method. Today, when he suddenly heard Han Cheng talking about the wheelbarrow, he felt that a door that had been blocking his heart for a long time suddenly opened up, and he became enlightened.

This is what I have always wanted to create!

"Son of God!"

Bo suddenly stood up from the ground and looked at Han Cheng. His excitement was beyond words and for a moment he didn't know what to say to express his feelings.

Han Cheng was also a little surprised by Bo's overly strong reaction, and then he smiled knowingly.

You can't live without being crazy or devilish.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

Having new and challenging things to do, Bo felt so excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

Carrying an axe and a saw, selecting and cutting wood, making a fire to burn soft wood, bending it into a circle, and then making wooden wheels...it was a lot of fun.

Influenced by Han Cheng, the first thing Bo started working on when making a cart was the wooden wheel. After all, this was the most critical point.

It was a bit scary when Lame was in working state. He was holding an axe, with black ash on his face and hands, and some grass clippings and tree bark on his head. Sometimes he frowned and looked worried, and sometimes he would suddenly laugh. After muttering a few words to himself, he would hit the tree stick a few times with the axe.

The attack is sometimes light and sometimes heavy.

When it's heavy, wood chips fly everywhere, and when it's light, it's as gentle as a lover's caress...

As more and more discarded wood was thrown away by Lame, the circle that emerged from his hand became rounder and rounder, and the quality of the wooden wheel became better and better.

“Hehehe…”

Five or six days later, Lame stood in front of Han Cheng with a wooden wheel in his hand, not saying a word, but just laughing.

At this time, Lame looked much thinner, with sunken eye sockets and bloodshot eyeballs, and he exuded a kind of fatigue that emanated from his bones.

Han Cheng solemnly took the wooden wheel from Bo's hand, looked at it carefully, and gave Bo a thumbs up.

I patted him on the shoulder and praised him, "Well done! You have solved this difficult problem. Now go eat some food, take a shower, and have a good sleep!"

Looking at Lame who turned back happily, Han Cheng, who was holding the heavy wooden wheel, couldn't help but sniff. This guy is really reckless!

Bo was undoubtedly the most watched person in the entire tribe today, because the Son of God personally cooked a meal for him.

Not only are there delicious fried meat slices with vegetables, but there are also pieces of meat that are spread with a layer of honey and then steamed until they are soft, tender and fragrant!

The eggs fried with chopped green onions filled an entire plate!

It's so golden and makes people salivate just by looking at it.

In addition, there is a small pot of fragrant deer milk that has been boiled with a lot of honey, and a large bowl of sour but very comfortable wine...

Lame picked up a piece of meat, put it into his mouth, and ate with a smacking sound.

Before he could chew and swallow the food in his mouth, he put another large piece of fat, trembling meat into his mouth.

There is no need to chew it with your teeth, just push it hard with your tongue and it will all melt.

Then lower your head and take a sip of the rich, sweet deer milk. It’s so wonderful!

"Gudong!"

"Gudong!"

Looking at Lame who was eating mouthfuls of meat and deer milk with his mouth full of oil, the other people from the Qingque tribe who were holding their bowls could not help swallowing their saliva.

The second brother's mouth was so greedy that a crystal thread was pulled out.

However, envy is blind envy, because the Son of God only made a small amount of such delicious food, and only Lame could enjoy it, while no one else had any.

Even the Son of God, the witch, and the eldest brother who is the leader are all the same.

In the words of the Son of God, this is the treatment that people who have made great contributions to the tribe should receive.

If others can make great contributions to the tribe, they can also enjoy such treatment.

After receiving such stimulation, the people of the Green Bird Tribe, for a long time afterwards, whether they were working or doing other things, were all yelling and shouting, as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Lame held the plate high up, and only put the empty plate down after the last drop of juice fell into his mouth. He burped beautifully, took a hot bath, lay down on the kang, and immediately began to snore.

Han Cheng saw everyone's reactions and couldn't help but smile to himself. This was exactly the effect he wanted.

With such a vivid example as Lame, there is no need to worry that other people in the tribe will not work hard for the tribe.

After taking a short nap while holding Bai Xuemei, Han Cheng walked out of the room and went to the millet field with the man carrying a hoe.

The population of the Green Bird Tribe has increased a lot compared to before, and is capable of doing several things at the same time.

The millet is growing well and is now almost twenty centimeters deep, reaching Han Cheng's calf.

They stand there in rows, which is a pleasure to look at.

When the wind blows, these green seedlings will dance with the wind, like green waves, running towards the distant woods.

If it weren't for the fact that this was food, Han Chengdu would have had the urge to roll over it.

Such a scene makes people happy.

The bone hoe, which had been sharpened by the soil, jumped lightly in the rice fields, cutting through the somewhat hard soil and removing the weeds growing on it that competed with the rice fields for fertilizer.

Loosen the soil and weed these enchanting seedlings.

Under the warm sunshine, the nose is filled with the fresh scent of rice seedlings and wild grass.

These seedlings, which were carefully cared for by the Green Bird Tribe, grew well. Their leaves were lush green, and some were even black, which showed that the soil was very fertile.

But there are also some different colors in this picturesque field.

There are a dozen scattered patches of yellow, breaking the harmony and unity of the green field.

These yellow seedlings are the ten acres that were not given any manure or even any wood ash for the purpose of comparison.

These seedlings not only turned yellow, but also grew thin, and their height could not catch up with the seedlings that were fertilized.

You don’t have to wait until the autumn harvest, you can now clearly see the difference between fertilizing and not fertilizing.