By now, the Qingque tribe has formed two relatively stable festivals.

One is the New Year strongly advocated by Han Cheng, and the other is the New Year's Eve party before the autumn harvest every year.

The New Year's Day has a fixed time, but the Spring Festival does not. It is determined by the time of the millet harvest.

The opening banquet is the last leisure time before the busy farming season. After having this sumptuous meal, people will not be too particular about food during the following busy farming season as they have to get up early and work late.

Because most of the energy and time are invested in the busy and gratifying autumn harvest.

Compared to the most leisurely New Year celebrations in winter, the banquet before the autumn harvest seems a bit hasty and simple, but the food is still much richer and more tempting than usual.

This can be seen from the way everyone wipes the sweat from their foreheads and puts food into their mouths.

The food that had been prepared for nearly a day was eaten up by everyone. As everyone was touching their round stomachs and looking comfortably at the large amount of food that was about to be harvested, Han Dashenzi, who had not made any big moves for a long time, came up to everyone and announced a good news to them.

This good news is actually a promise, a promise about eating.

In front of everyone, Han Cheng announced to the people of the Qingque tribe that as long as the people in the tribe had a good autumn harvest, he would make an extremely delicious food for everyone after the harvest.

As soon as this news came out, everyone became inexplicably excited.

For someone like Second Brother, who has a relatively abundant saliva secretion, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva just by hearing these words.

Anything produced by the Son of God must be a masterpiece.

After so many years, the people in the Qingque tribe have reached a consensus on this, especially when it comes to food.

So after Han Cheng announced this matter, the people in the Qingque tribe immediately became excited.

The crowd cheered, and some people had already begun asking the Son of God what that delicious food was.

However, this time Han Cheng did not reveal anything. He just told them to work hard and that after the autumn harvest, he would definitely make delicious food that would intoxicate them.

Curiosity knows no bounds. Han Cheng's words and the deliberate suspense made many foodies in the Qingque tribe feel itchy, just like a naughty lamb licking their paws with its tongue.

After they talked with each other, they had no idea. The result of the discussion was that they should carry out the autumn harvest well and harvest all the grains as quickly as possible. In this way, they could see and taste the delicious food that the Son of God mentioned earlier.

Liang knew something about it and realized that the food the Son of God was talking about must be related to the small fruit that the Son of God called Sichuan pepper.

But Liang had no idea what kind of food the Son of God would make with it.

Liang didn't tell anyone else about the pepper.

As someone who knows a little bit about the inside story, he wants to see everyone intoxicated by the delicious food made by the Son of God in the future.

And as a person who knows some inside information, he will also have a wonderful feeling of sharing the glory.

I have to say that sometimes people’s thoughts are really amazing.

During the following autumn harvest, the people of the Green Bird tribe were as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood, once again proving the simple and crude truth that the power of foodies is infinite.

In addition, sickles have been upgraded from stone sickles and bone sickles to sharper and more convenient bronze sickles, and the speed of harvesting is extremely fast.

The autumn sun spread out wantonly, and the occasional autumn breeze brought some coolness to everyone.

The raging autumn heat and the profuse sweat could not dampen the enthusiasm of the people of the Qingque tribe for the autumn harvest.

They worked quickly, cutting the crops, pushing them back to the field with wheelbarrows, drying them in the sun, and then threshing them...

Dou, the former leader of the Huangguo tribe, was pulling a hemp rope and walking along the stone-paved road.

The hemp rope was tied into a loop and slung over his shoulders, and the other end of the rope was tied to the front of the wheelbarrow.

The wheelbarrow was loaded with a pile of grains. Behind the wheelbarrow, an old man from the Qingque tribe was pushing the wheelbarrow and controlling the direction.

The people from the original Huangguo tribe joined the Qingque tribe only a short time ago, less than a year.

Although they have learned a lot during the past six months, they have no experience in autumn harvest, so many of them are not very proficient in harvesting crops, pushing carts, and threshing.

Therefore, most of them were assigned basically only one task, which was to do a job that did not require much skill and only required a bit of strength - pulling a cart.

Dou pulled the cart and cooperated with the old man from the Qingque tribe behind him to pull the cart of grain to the nearest scene.

In the brief gap after unloading the truck, Dou turned around and looked around, looking at the people scattered across the fields, cooperating with each other and harvesting crops quickly, his eyes full of shock.

He had never experienced so many people working together on such a large scale before.

The warm and positive atmosphere created by everyone's work was also something he had never experienced before.

Being in such a group, he was always unconsciously aroused and devoted himself to this intense and exciting work with great enthusiasm...

It’s really an amazing feeling.

With the hard work of everyone, the bare fields around the tribe are increasing, and from a distance, the entire view becomes wider.

In the scene, more and more haystacks were piled up, getting bigger and bigger...

When the autumn harvest was more than halfway through, a cloud floated in the sky. The cloud grew bigger and bigger, and finally covered the entire sky.

So, the ongoing autumn harvest stopped. After Han Cheng's order, people went to the field to transport the harvested crops, to dry the grains, and to cover the grain stacks with threshed grain stalks...

After a period of chaos, we finally managed to pack up most of our things before the rain fell.

The falling rain has effectively dealt a heavy blow to the arrogance of the autumn heat and made the air much cooler.

Everyone, who has been busy since the autumn harvest, can finally take this opportunity to give their tired bodies a good rest.

However, not many people in the tribe were happy about this, and most of them were cursing the horrible weather.

Because they have not yet harvested all their grain, if it rains at this time, it is very likely that all the tribe’s hard work for a year will be in vain!