The air in early spring still seems cold, but this cannot stop the enthusiasm of the people of the Qingque tribe to work on the land.

Every skilled worker came to the field of hope, carrying hoes and shovels.

"puff!"

The hoe in Pingzi's hand was raised and lowered. It seemed that he didn't use much strength, and the entire bronze hoe was already submerged in the wet soil.

Holding the hoe handle with both hands and lifting the bottle upwards, the hoe that was buried in the soil was lifted up, along with a large piece of soil.

Pingzi lifted the hand holding the hoe handle slightly upwards, exerted a little force with his wrist, and raised the hoe less than half a meter high. When he dropped it again, the hoe turned upside down.

The back of the hoe hit the large piece of soil that had just been lifted up, knocking it open. After a few more hits with the hoe, the large piece of soil that had been dug up was completely shattered.

After finishing the hoe, Pingzi continued to dig forward without stopping. The more he dug, the more enjoyable he felt, and the more he loved the bronze hoe.

Compared with the stone hoes that were commonly used in the tribe, the bronze hoe is not only lighter but also sharper. It is much thinner and more suitable for digging the ground. It can be easily dug into the ground without too much effort.

Moreover, compared with stone, it is much stronger. When lifting the wooden handle to pry up the soil, you don't have to be as careful as when using a hoe, worrying that it will break if you use too much force.

The bronze hoe is so convenient to use that Pingzi, who has been using the stone hoe for a long time, no longer feels tired when digging the ground.

He dug with the hoe quickly and efficiently, and finally reached the opposite ridge of the field. Then he stopped and rested at the edge of the field, leaning on the hoe.

Even when he was resting, his eyes never left the hoe in his hand.

Pingzi once again marveled in his heart at the wisdom of the Son of God. No wonder the Son of God went to so much effort to get bronze and make it into various tools.

With these bronze farm tools, Pingzi is now full of confidence in what the Son of God said just after the New Year, about reclaiming another 800 acres of arable land.

Not to mention 800 acres, even more can be opened up.

Because in addition to the hoes they hold in their hands, there are more powerful bronze farm tools.

He carefully examined the bottle on the bronze hoe in his hand, then raised his head and looked towards a place in the field.

From there, from time to time, a few shouts could be heard. More than twenty deer were walking in the fields in groups of two, pulling wooden plows equipped with bronze plowshares and plowshares, followed by some people holding the plows.

As the deer continued to move forward, the bronze plowshare buried under the ground easily broke through the flat land.

The lifted soil did not have time to disperse to both sides before it encountered the plow wall that was tilted forward and sideways with a slight arc.

So, after the plowed soil climbed up along the plow wall for a distance, it all turned in one direction.

One after another, they were turned up and down, and when they were spread out, it looked like a brown ocean had appeared on the field.

The deer pulling the plow and the people holding the plow and walking forward are like small boats sailing in the mud waves.

The scene was very beautiful. The shouts of the tribesmen as they asked the deer to turn around, mixed with the fragrance of the earth, made this primitive man, who didn't quite understand what beauty was, feel happy.

Pingzi is very familiar with the effect of a deer pulling a bronze plow.

Because when the Son of God led people to make a bronze plow equipped with a bronze plowshare and plowshare, he successively fenced off two pieces of land of the same size with basically no difference in soil quality. Then the Son of God, who was not very skilled at the work, personally held the plow and cultivated one of the pieces of land.

There were four other people holding bronze hoes or bronze shovels and digging the ground in another field nearby, and the two were compared.

Pingzi, who was very good at digging the ground at that time, was also among them. Holding a bronze hoe, he and three other experts in digging the ground worked hard to dig the ground, but their speed was still not as fast as that of the Son of God who was not busy in the fields.

In the end, the number of people digging the ground increased to seven, and they were barely able to keep up with the speed of the Son of God.

Pingzi understood that it was because the farmland enclosed by the Son of God was too small. If the Son of God had enclosed a larger area, even if there were seven of them, they would still not be able to catch up with the two men and two deer.

Because after stopping, they were all exhausted and out of breath. Although the Son of God who was holding the plow was also a little tired, he was not as tired as them.

As for the man walking in front leading the deer, he looked as if nothing had happened and didn't feel tired at all.

This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that the people who are now leading the deer in the fields and assisting in plowing the fields are the weaker ones in the tribe, or some older minors.

These people are not suitable for heavy work. In the past, they would never be asked to do such work as digging the ground for a long time.

But now, they have also participated, and they are doing quite well.

This means that a strong person is replaced and can do other work that requires more physical strength.

It also means that a strong adult plus a minor or a weaker person can cultivate more land than seven or even more adults!

Like most people of this era, counting was not Pingzi's strong point, but even so, he knew that with the bronze plow and other bronze farm tools, the arable land in the tribe would increase greatly!

Thinking about the huge amount of food stored in the tribe’s food storage room, Pingzi’s heart was filled with excitement.

The land we have now can grow enough food to feed everyone in the tribe. Then, after we open up more land, won’t the tribe be able to get even more food?

How can we eat all this food...

In this age when food is generally scarce, a person actually worries about having too much food to eat. If this matter were to be made public, I wonder what the people in the tribe who have always struggled with food would think.

Not to mention the people from other tribes, even Pingzi, who realized this problem at this time, was surprised.

He never dreamed that one day he would be troubled by having too much food to finish!

His eyes shifted away from the deer-drawn plow that was plowing up waves of earth. Pingzi, who had rested enough, picked up the hoe and continued to dig the ground.

What he was going to dig next was the uncultivated wasteland.

These fields are too solid, and there are many tree roots and grass roots in them, so they are not suitable for plowing...