The arrival of the Green Tribe was just a small episode in the Green Bird Tribe's busy and tense autumn harvest.

After the Green Tribe people left, the busy autumn harvest continued.

People were working very hard, and although they were tired, the smiles on their faces did not diminish in the slightest...

“Swish, swish, swish…”

Balloon shook something in his hand back and forth vigorously, and fine grains of millet fell like rain and hit his bare feet, which felt itchy and very comfortable.

After shaking it back and forth for a while, use your hands to dig out the inside to see if there are any grains of millet left, only chaff and some stalks, then stop the action.

He walked to the edge of the threshing floor and poured out all these things, then filled half a sieve with freshly threshed and unprocessed millet grains and walked here, continuing to shake it back and forth.

He couldn't let go of the tool in his hand, which the Son of God called a bamboo sieve.

When there is no wind, use a bamboo sieve and a winnowing basket to process the freshly harvested millet at an extremely fast speed.

This thing was made by Bo at the request of the Son of God.

Turning around to see the Son of God who was walking barefoot on the field drying grain, a feeling of sincere admiration rose in Balloon's heart.

The Son of God is always able to use very common materials to create extremely useful tools, making things simpler, more labor-saving and easier to do.

If it weren't for the Son of God leading everyone to create these tools, even if they were willing to put in the effort, it would be impossible to plant and harvest so much food at one time!

“Crash, crash…”

Chen, who has grown a lot taller and has lost half an ear, holds an open-mouthed trapezoidal wooden box made of planks in his hand, shoveling the dried millet grains gathered into piles.

This strange-looking wooden box is called "桬子", which is specially used to shovel cleaned grain. It is almost equivalent to five or six blows of a bone shovel.

Chen held the handle of the shovel in his hand, shoveled it into the pile of millet, and then quickly pulled it out. There were already more than ten kilograms of millet in it.

Then he turned around and skillfully poured it into a large leather-wrapped basket. In a few strokes, the basket was full.

The second brother, who was waiting on the side, picked up the burden and walked into the house.

In one part of the house, a round fence has been built, and it is filled with freshly harvested millet that has been dried under the sun.

The second brother put down his burden, picked up a hoe, and with a little force on his hands, the hoe came to his shoulders. He tilted his hand, and the grain inside made a very pleasant sound and slid into the hoe...

Wu no longer plays with rabbits. He is smiling all day long, helping here or there, and he can't stop all day long.

Han Cheng advised him more than once to take more rest and not to overwork himself, and Wu always agreed with a smile on his face. However, he started to get busy again not long after sitting down.

Han Cheng understood Wu's happiness. Seeing him like this, he could only shake his head and smile helplessly, then told people not to let Wu do too much heavy work...

This intense work lasted for twenty days before it gradually came to an end.

During this long period of time, the people of the Qingque tribe were all on high alert, not daring to relax at all.

Now, most of the millet has been threshed and stored in the house. They can finally relax a little and no longer have to rush like that.

Such hard work was not in vain. The five houses originally reserved by the Qingque tribe for storing grain were now filled with millet.

Even so, there is still a lot of millet that has no place to be stored.

The people of the Qingque tribe were very enthusiastic about the millets. Someone immediately said that they could put them in the house where they lived or pile them on the kang. They didn't mind sleeping on them.

Han Cheng thought about it and refused. God knows what the grains will taste like after a while...

The final decision was to vacate a residential house to store the extra grain.

You know, the Qingque tribe had only threshed these millet stalks once. Although the harvested millet from the second and third times would be much less than the first time, the quantity was still there after all. A lot of millet stalks could still be threshed from hundreds of acres of land.

Looking at the several rooms filled with millet, the people in the tribe all smiled sincerely, and a sense of peace of mind of having food in hand spread in everyone's heart.

After being busy for such a long time, everyone in the tribe has become much darker and thinner, but they are in very good spirits.

Looking at the room that was vacated later, there was not much millet in it. The eldest brother and some others felt it was a bit strange and thought that it should be filled with millet like the other five rooms. So they called some people and prepared to thresh the millet for the second time.

These guys are really trying their best.

Han Cheng thought so with emotion in his heart, but he also understood their feelings.

Originally, these people lived a life of uncertainty, with no food to eat and no safety at all.

Now that I have the opportunity to live a better life, I must hold on to it tightly...

The great development of the Qingque tribe in recent years was certainly actively guided by the time traveler Han Cheng, but if the eldest brother and his companions did not work hard and were afraid of hardships, it would be impossible for them to develop to the current level.

Han Cheng stopped them with a smile and announced that they would take a half-day break today to make some delicious food to celebrate, and the rest of the work would be done tomorrow.

Since he, the Son of God, has said so, the others will naturally obey.

So, it wasn't long before the people in the tribe began chatting and laughing as they prepared for the evening banquet.

As dusk falls and the sun sets, the western sky is covered with magnificent fiery clouds.

The aroma of wine and meat began to spread in the large courtyard of the Qingque tribe, and it was intoxicating just by hearing it.

Wu drank a little too much tonight and talked a lot, constantly saying joyful words. Finally, he came to the room where the grain was stored and burst into tears while hugging the door frame.

She is so old, but she cried like a baby in confinement.

Many people fell asleep not long after eating.

On the one hand, it was because I drank some wine, and on the other hand, I was too tired...

Inside the room, Han Cheng hugged Bai Xuemei and lay quietly on the bed, feeling a little bit of joy in his heart, but more of it was a joy that came from the bottom of his heart.

Through your own efforts, make your days better day by day, and make the people you care about live better. In a sense, this is the meaning and value of human life.

This kind of thing that is obtained through hard work will make people feel happy and at peace.