Waves of white smoke rose up, and a hot fire was burning in the furnace at the Qingque tribe's quarry. Just like the people scattered in the surrounding fields, holding different tools and working to produce more food, their hearts were filled with passion.

At this moment, Han Cheng was also not idle.

At this time, he and Shitou were carrying a basket of wood ash and walking on the wasteland that had been burned by flames but had not yet been reclaimed. They used handfuls of wood ash to circle out a large, not very regular square.

As the Qingque tribe’s cultivated land continues to increase, the farthest cultivated land from the tribe is now more than five miles away.

The wasteland that is now to be reclaimed has reached the other side of the stream, and is undoubtedly farther away from the tribe.

The farmland is too far away from the tribe, making farming inconvenient. The most inconvenient part is transporting grain to the threshing ground.

What Han Cheng and Shitou are doing now is to fence off a flat and relatively high area far away from the tribe to build a new threshing ground.

The old threshing ground will continue to be used, and after the new threshing ground is built, the harvest from the surrounding land will be piled there.

It is definitely easier to transport harvested food to the tribe than to transport unharvested crops.

The people working in the fields and the numerous farmlands are pleasing to the eye.

At this time, Han Cheng suddenly understood why the vast majority of Chinese people have such an inseparable complex about land.

The land represents hope, white steamed buns, floral skirts, pork during the Chinese New Year, and sticky White Rabbit candy.

The tribe has a heavy task to do. In addition to reclaiming land, farming, expanding the courtyard and building new houses, there is another extremely important thing to do.

This matter is to make a plan for the tribe.

Where people live, where pigs are raised, and where grain is stored, all of these must be distinguished and divided into different functional areas.

As the population of the Greenbird Tribe increases and the number of species increases, plans need to be made in these aspects.

In this way, the courtyard will be orderly, instead of being messy and crowded as it is now.

There are many things that need to be done, piecemeal, but they cannot be avoided.

This is life. Many things come together. Sometimes, if one is not handled properly or if emotions get out of control, it will become a mess.

The matter of Tongshan residential area can only be postponed.

Han Cheng circled out the scene, brushed the dust off his hands and body, looked up at the busy farming scene around him, sniffed, and looked a little helpless.

Spring planting and autumn harvest are equally important and should not be delayed easily. After all, people feed the land and the land feeds the stomach.

The witch was not idle either. After feeding the rabbits, he strolled to the row of granaries.

The granary of the Qingque tribe has now reached a considerable size, with twenty houses connected in two rows, which is quite impressive.

In the entire tribe, besides the rabbit circle, this is the place Wu likes to come to most.

Every time Wu saw the piles of grain or the jars of grain in the granary, he felt particularly happy.

"What a sin!"

The witch, who was holding a rabbit and petting it, looked at the granary which was almost one-third empty. While petting the rabbit, he spoke with great sorrow.

Nowadays, the phrase "What a sin" has become the witch's catchphrase. He would say this when he sees the food that everyone in the tribe eats for every meal. He would also say this when he sees a child chewing a big bone without smashing it open and sucking it. He would say this several times when he sees the granary getting emptier day by day.

Of course, this kind of feeling of sin only occurs when the older generation becomes rich and healthy.

While he said "it's a sin" with his mouth, his satisfaction with his current life in his heart was fully expressed with each cry of "it's a sin".

"What a sin!"

Not long after, the witch who was still in the granary sighed again, but unlike the previous sigh of satisfaction, this time he was really heartbroken.

At this time, the witch came to the innermost room where grain was stored.

Because it is close to the inside and the road is narrow, few people usually come here.

Even the witches who came to the granary every day to check the grain, to satisfy their eyes and to seek mental satisfaction, rarely squeezed in here.

In the corner of the innermost granary near the wall, a pile of shelled millet had been piled up at some point.

This is what flows out from the inside of the vine.

Wu, who had always cherished food, immediately lost interest in petting the rabbit upon seeing this. He carried the rabbit out and threw it roughly into the rabbit pen.

Then he found a small broom and a small ceramic basin, made a small oil lamp and returned to the granary.

"Slippery"

As soon as Wu walked in, several black shadows fled in panic and disappeared in an instant, leaving only some panicked squeaking sounds.

The witch was caught off guard and was frightened by this unexpected incident, and his body trembled.

The frightened witch soon stopped being frightened, and all the fear he had just felt was replaced by anger.

Because more than half of the grains that flowed out of the stalks on the ground became empty husks and were ruined beyond recognition.

There is a lot of black feces in these grain piles.

"It's a sin"

Holding a handful of grains that had been ruined beyond recognition, the witch's voice trembled.

Through the feces in front of him, the black shadows he saw in a trance, and the squeaking sounds, Wu now remembered what these damn things were.

mouse

How did these creatures that live in the wild get into the granary of their tribe and destroy so much grain?

Primitive people were tough, whether young or old, and they would be extremely tough when faced with something that touched their food.

The witch, trembling with heartache, shivered here for a while, then leaned forward to squeeze into the gap, wanting to catch all these little creatures and throw them to death one by one by their legs.

This method is obviously not enough to deal with the rats that have entered the granary.

After beating for a while to no avail, the angry witch turned around and left the granary. Not long after, he came back with a bronze spear in one hand and a bronze axe in the other.

The look of gritting teeth makes him look more powerful.

"You can eat, you can eat"

"Neither die nor die"

The witch used the bronze spear to poke into the gap while gritting his teeth to encourage himself, wishing he could stab those guys who dared to plunder their tribe's food into pulp.

However, he obviously underestimated the capabilities of these guys hiding in the corner.

The first chapter has been delivered and the second chapter is being coded. If nothing unexpected happens, normal updates can be resumed the day after tomorrow. I will make up for the owed chapters as soon as possible.