Today is a day of great significance for Han Cheng or the entire Qingque tribe.

Because today, Han Cheng led them to perform an epoch-making feat!

——Grow rapeseed!

Well, once the details of this groundbreaking initiative were revealed, its status immediately dropped from the sky to the ground.

However, Han Cheng did not exaggerate. This is indeed a groundbreaking innovation.

Because this is the first step for the Qingque tribe to move from fishing and hunting to farming.

Those people in the tribe who worked under his guidance did not know the significance of this matter, but as a time traveler, Han Cheng knew it.

The forest to the west of the tribe, about fifty meters away from the westernmost wall, had a rather unfortunate fate. First, Han Cheng led his men to peel off a piece of the skin at the roots, and then stood there silently waiting for death to come.

As a result, before they could die, a big storm came upon them.

This is good, as it gives them a quick death.

They were knocked to the ground by the storm, and their death was not peaceful, because in the following days, due to the construction of the wall, many of their remains were dismembered in a brutal way by the people of the Qingque tribe, and then sealed in the wall...

Now, they are about to be destroyed again - by fire.

After a few months, except for some strong ones that continued to live after falling, the leaves of the rest of the fallen trees had all fallen off, revealing their bony trunks, a bit like animal skeletons.

When Han Cheng was collecting wood to build the wall, he had a certain plan.

He fenced off an area of ​​about three or four acres on a fallen forest that had originally been designated as farmland.

Let the people in the tribe collect wood first when collecting wood from here. After using up all the wood here, they can use the wood in the yard.

Now, the benefits of doing so are already evident.

The trees in this area are far scarcer than in other places.

Han Cheng only needed to take his tribesmen to do a little cleanup before setting it on fire.

However, Han Cheng still felt a little sad about burning so many tree trunks. To be honest, these big tree trunks left here are the best building materials. But there is no way. With the current tools of the tribe, they can't do anything about them.

Therefore, these pillars of society can only be used as firewood, no, they are even worse than firewood.

At least chopping wood can be used to make fire for cooking and then to fertilize the fields, but they can only burn themselves in vain to fertilize the primitive fields below them.

Well, maybe this is what is called being born at the wrong time and having talent but not being recognized...

Han Cheng was reluctant to burn all of the wood. In order to avoid a fire that would spread throughout the camp, before lighting the fire, Han Cheng had people clear a nearly 20-meter-wide isolation zone around the four acres of land, and gathered the wood that needed to be burned to fertilize the fields in the middle as much as possible.

The four acres of land were covered with a thick layer of wood, on top of which were leaves collected from the surrounding area.

Han Cheng took the burning firewood from his senior brother and put it on the dry leaves.

The scorching flames quickly made the thirsty leaves hot, and then they were completely ignited and sank into it.

When the dry wood that cannot be drier meets the fire, the passion that bursts out is enough to attract people's attention.

Because if you don't look sideways, your eyebrows and eyelashes will be burnt.

The blue sky seemed particularly high, with a few white clouds floating there like cotton, motionless.

Under the clear sky, a thick column of smoke rose up, moving away from the blazing flames below, and there was actually a lazy feeling.

Wu, the eldest brother and others looked at the vast sea of ​​fire from afar, feeling the scorching heat, with fear in their eyes.

Han Cheng was not afraid at all, because this was not the future. He did not have to worry about someone suddenly coming over like a cat smelling blood, taking him away in a car, fining him three thousand yuan, and detaining him for half a month...

Under the blue sky and white clouds, columns of smoke rise up, bringing a reassuring breath of human existence to this still wild era.

God was very kind to Han Cheng, who was good at observing the astronomical phenomena. There was not a trace of wind all day. This made Han Cheng, who was always ready to put out the fire with his men and run away quickly if the fire could not be put out, breathe a sigh of relief.

It was not until dusk that the fire gradually died down, with only wisps of smoke rising slowly under the afterglow of the setting sun.

After confirming that the fire would not spread to other places, Han Cheng and the other people in the tribe returned to the tribe.

The wall was built, but it was a little troublesome. In the past, when they returned to the cave, they just went from whichever was closer. But now it was no longer possible. They had to go around the gate of the wall to get back to the yard...

On the second day, Han Cheng once again led the tribe members out of the courtyard and brought tools to the open space that had been burned yesterday.

Following Han Cheng's demonstration, everyone spread the burnt ashes on the burnt land as evenly as possible.

Then he picked up the tribe’s multifunctional weapon - a tree stick, and started digging.

However, compared with before, the wooden stick used for digging has also undergone some changes. That is, the end used for digging has become flatter, which makes it easier to insert into the soil and dig up more soil.

The soil was dug up, and the ashes on the ground mixed with the soil, becoming tangled.

Because this was the first piece of land in the tribe and it had never been cultivated, Han Cheng decided to turn it over before starting to plant rapeseed.

Of course, the current turning cannot be compared with that of later generations. In later generations, it would take a long time for the plow to turn the soil now, and the soil is far less deep than that of later generations.

The current method of tilling the soil only turns the soil to a depth of about ten centimeters.

Even this is already a huge workload for the people of the Green Bird Tribe who have simple tools!

All the able-bodied people in the tribe worked together and it took them six full days to turn over the four-acre piece of land.

Of course, this is also because there is little cultivated land now. If there were more land, Han Cheng would not be able to adopt such a time-consuming and labor-intensive method. In the absence of improved tools, he could only carry out extremely extensive slash-and-burn farming, and only a small amount of land could be intensively cultivated.

After the ground was turned over, it was time for Han Cheng to perform.

He poured most of the rapeseed seeds stored in the pottery jar into a pottery bowl, walked to the edge of the field, grabbed a handful of cool rapeseed seeds, and then began to scatter them on the ground.

This way of scattering the food is of course not done in handfuls, but rather by loosening your fingers a little and scattering as you move forward.

Stepping on the soft soil mixed with grass ash, Han Cheng walked forward while sowing seeds.

In a trance, he saw a scene that he could never go back to - it was a warm spring, his mother was barefoot, holding a basin of fertilizer against her waist with her left hand, grabbing the fertilizer with her right hand and walking forward while spreading it, the white fertilizer fell like pearls on the ground...

The father, who was also barefoot, held the iron plow with one hand and a whip tied with a red rope with the other, and shouted at the two cows to move forward.

Leaving behind a piece of turned over, moist land.

A little kid was sitting on a ridge, with an old aluminum kettle in front of him that could be placed on a coal stove to boil water. Next to the kettle lay a yellow dog, wagging its tail. The dog happily ate the peanuts in the straw hat in the kid's arms, one by one, with the little kid...

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