Early spring, Qingque tribe.

After the girl named Spring, whom Han Cheng had been looking forward to, came over, the weather gradually became warmer. If he sniffed hard, he could smell the scent of love and spring everywhere.

For the tribe today, the two most important things are spring ploughing and autumn harvest. Especially now, when the number of people in the tribe has increased by more than 200 people, making Han Chengdu feel the pressure of food, spring ploughing and autumn harvest have become more important.

So when the ice and snow just melted, the people in the tribe basically gave up some of the less necessary tasks at the moment, and under the call of Han Dashenzi, devoted themselves to the great task of spring ploughing with full enthusiasm.

Plows, donkeys and deer were all led by people to the fields in early spring.

People were holding tools such as shovels and pickaxes and waving them at the land, fighting hard.

Moreover, because there were too many people working, new copper shovels and copper-cast hoes were not manufactured, so things like bone shovels and stone hoes that had been eliminated for a long time were temporarily pulled out and used.

With everyone's joint efforts, piece by piece of land was turned over...

Yuan had a dazed look on her face. This was the umpteenth time she had been in a daze since joining the Qingque tribe.

In fact, as early as the beginning of spring plowing, Yuan felt that there were not many things that would surprise her to this extent.

Because during this winter in the tribe, she was not idle at all. She followed the people in the tribe, saw many strange things, and learned a lot of knowledge.

After going through so many things, she felt that her nerves had become very tough and she could face all kinds of new things in the tribe with a calmer attitude.

However, this idea that she came up with when the ice and snow began to melt was shattered shortly afterwards by the large-scale spring plowing that followed, and she successfully joined the ranks of true fragrance.

In front of her, the eldest brother's third spouse was walking on the land that had been cultivated several times, leading a well-fed, fat and strong donkey.

The eldest brother followed behind, slightly bent over, holding the plow and the whip.

As the donkey pulled, the bronze plowshare slid into the soil and easily pushed away the mud.

Then the washed away soil rose along the curved bronze plowshare.

On the way up, he flipped over, and when he fell, he was already stuck there sideways.

As the donkey continued to move forward, the plowed soil undulated like a wave of mud, which was quite beautiful.

Yuan stood here, looking at the rows of soil that were laid out like waves in a river, smelling the unique, wet fragrance after the soil was turned over, and he was in a state of continuous daze.

When the ice and snow had just melted, Yuan was a little dazed as he stood on the wall and looked at the almost invisible land surrounding the tribe.

Because in her opinion, there was too much reclaimed land around here!

Even if there are many people in the tribe, and they use sticks to dig holes, throw some seeds into the holes, and stomp them down with their feet, it still takes the people in the tribe a lot of time to complete it.

And now, the people in the tribe have once again broadened her horizons.

The tribesmen did not adopt the method she had imagined of digging holes with sticks. Instead, they directly let donkeys and deer pull this strange tool called a "plow" by the tribesmen to turn over the land!

No wonder there are not many plants growing in the lands around the tribe.

If the ground is turned over like this every year, no trees can grow!

After being distracted for a long time, when he turned his gaze to the donkey pulling the plow forward, his eyes, which had just regained some focus, were distracted again.

These large animals have been in their tribe for so many years, and the people of their tribe only thought of riding them when hunting, but they never imagined that these donkeys could be so useful.

If his original tribe had developed this use earlier, there would be more crops that could be grown.

His original tribe would not be short of food, and the leader would not have to go so far to hunt and encounter the people of the sheep tribe...

This is the wisdom of the Son of God!

Donkeys have been in their tribe for such a long time that previous priests have seen them, but none of them had thought of using them to grow crops.

After arriving at the tribe, the Son of God only saw the donkey for the first time, but he came up with such a good way to use it. The wisdom of the Son of God is really worthy of admiration...

The witch standing aside felt very happy when he saw Yuan was so amazed that his mouth couldn't close. He no longer looked dejected and pretended to sleep at night.

Instead, he stood up straight, with his chest held high and his head held high. A feeling of pride and comfort arose spontaneously.

Han Dashenzi, who was constantly admired by Yuan and whose ambitions were raised again and again, did not participate in the busy spring farming at this time.

Not too far from the tribal wall, there is a ridge.

As the weather gets warmer, some green grass sprouts have appeared under the dead grass.

At this time, Han Cheng was lying on his side on the ridge of the field which was somewhat warmed by the sun, with his head resting on the legs of Bai Xuemei who was sitting on the ridge.

The leather cushion is soft to the touch.

There is no wind today. It is just past noon and even though it is still a little cold in early spring, my body is still warm under the sunshine.

Han Cheng, who was resting his head on Bai Xuemei's legs, heard a rumbling sound of thunder in his ears.

This was not a bolt from the blue, nor was it the sound of spring thunder, but rather Bai Xue had pulled out a strand of her hair, "tightened" it, folded it in half, tied a small knot, and then gave Han Cheng an "unshaped" ear.

Sister Bai Xue rubbed her fingers together, and her hair moved along with them.

Accompanied by a rumbling sound, an itchy yet extremely comfortable feeling came over him, and Han Cheng squinted his eyes comfortably.

Not too far away from them, Little Pea, who was walking more and more steadily, was running like a top. From time to time, he would bend down and clumsily use his fingers to pick up some treasures he found on the ground.

The stupid Tuantuan followed lazily.

The scene was so heartwarming that Han Cheng wanted to freeze time right there.

Little Pea was a filial child. After picking up the treasures for a while, he came over and put them in Han Cheng's hands.

If what this guy picked up wasn't dried sheep dung, Han Cheng would definitely be very touched...

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