Standing in front of the slave hut that they had built with their own hands, Han Cheng, who had cursed, blinked his eyes hard, rubbed them hard with the back of his hand twice, and then opened his eyes again and looked over there.

The rice was still there and did not disappear with his movements.

This is not an illusion, but a real thing.

But even though he was sure that these were real, Han Cheng still felt dizzy and had a very unreal feeling.

The fact that the long-legged rice ran from the water and lay down here on its own initiative, and then hung itself out to dry in the sun was really too shocking.

Even though he came from the future and had seen the world, he had only heard of rice running into a Rolls-Royce and lying down obediently. He had never heard of rice running down from the poles and lying down on the threshing floor to dry itself.

Could it be that these rice grains have become spirits?

Or was it that the witch had really given him some extraordinary powers that could invisibly affect these things?

If this is true, it would be amazing! I am a human combine harvester!

It wasn't just Han Cheng who was surprised. All the people from the Qingque tribe who came with Han Cheng were also stunned. The current situation was really beyond their expectations.

Influenced by the Son of God, they were worried along the way that the mature rice would be eaten by birds and sparrows. They were also thinking about how to harvest rice that had never been planted before, and whether it would be the same as harvesting soybeans and millet.

Who would have thought that when I got here, the rice had already been harvested and threshed!

This matter is really too mysterious!

Fortunately, they have witnessed many miraculous things with the Son of God over the years and have basically developed a strong psychological endurance. Otherwise, if this happened in the past, many people would have performed worship services.

Just like the people of the nose ring and earring tribe when facing their own tribe.

Han Cheng walked forward a few steps, came to the front of the rice that was spread out to dry, squatted down and looked at the rice carefully.

After watching for a while, he picked up a few grains of rice with his hands and used his fingernails to remove the outer shell, revealing the crystal clear rice inside.

There are so many good people in this world. I and others arrived late, and there were actually people helping my tribe to harvest and dry the rice.

Han Cheng thought so with deep emotion in his heart, and by the way, he gave a good guy card to those who did good things but did not leave their names.

As a person who grew up under the red flag and knew that the world was material, Han Cheng only thought about it in an irrelevant way at the beginning. After the initial surprise passed, Han Cheng quickly regained his senses.

It is not difficult to know that these rice grains were harvested and dried here, because there are finger marks and a few not very obvious footprints on the spread out rice grains.

That was why Han Cheng gave the good guy card to this person he had never met before without hesitation.

Taking his eyes away from the spread-out rice, Han Cheng looked around and easily found more signs that people had lived here.

The dry firewood piled on one side, the trampled paths around the slave huts, and some relatively fresh-looking fruit peels and cores all told him that after they left, someone had visited the slave huts he and his men had built and had lived there.

"Let's go and take a look in the room."

Han Cheng withdrew his gaze from the distance and set it on the slave hut with its doors and windows still closed. Then he stood up and spoke to his second senior brother and others who were still surprised.

Hearing Han Cheng's call, everyone woke up a little. The second senior brother took the lead and walked towards the slave hut, ready to open the door.

But he was stopped by Han Cheng.

"Don't be in a hurry. Get your weapons ready and be prepared for defense before opening the door."

Han Cheng spoke out.

All signs have indicated that this slave cabin built by them has been occupied, and these people should still be living here now.

There might be someone in the house. If he opened the door rashly without making any preparations at this time, it was very likely that people from his tribe would be injured. This was not what Han Cheng wanted to see.

After hearing what Han Cheng said, the second senior brother also stopped.

Afterwards, everyone formed a battle formation with their weapons in hand, just as they had done in their daily training, and semi-surrounded the entire slave hut.

As the son of God, Han Cheng was still firmly protected, with four rattan shields equipped with bronze spikes around him to guard him.

"Come out, everyone inside! You are surrounded!"

"Come out, everyone inside! You are surrounded!"

After making these preparations, Han Cheng, the Son of God who had watched too many police and gangster movies, began to shout loudly in pure Mandarin to the closed door of the slave hut.

The people inside definitely couldn't understand what he was shouting, but it didn't matter. He was shouting just to let the people who might be hiding inside know that someone was coming outside and to alarm them, but he didn't intend for them to understand what he was shouting.

After shouting this three or four times, it was still quiet inside, so Han Cheng asked someone to open the door.

Of course, they were more cautious, with a person holding a rattan shield in the front, stopping at a certain distance from the door. Then a person holding a long spear would use the spear to pick up the vines that were randomly wrapped around the door knocker from behind, and then use the spear to push the door open.

After seeing that there was no one in the house near the door, Han Cheng asked a dozen new slaves from the tribe to go in and investigate with tools such as shovels and hoes.

This is how slaves are used. All the hard and dangerous work must be assigned to them first.

Following Han Cheng's instructions, the dozen slaves entered the house carefully, holding tools...

Inside the house that was somewhat blackened by smoke, Han Cheng squatted in front of two piles of ashes surrounded by stones, and used a wooden stick to dig the two piles of ashes apart.

There were still some charcoal that had not been completely extinguished in the ashes that were dug up.

It seems that these people have not been away for too long.

He thought so in his heart.

However, this was not what interested him most. What interested him most was something else.

His eyes fell on two clay pots with blackened outer surfaces that were burned by the fire.

These two pottery jars were found in a room further inside.

The two pottery jars are quite large, larger than the ones that the Qingque tribe often uses to fetch water.

However, there are no 'ears' at the top near the edge.

This is interesting.

Since coming to this world, apart from his own tribe, the only tribe Han Cheng had seen that was able to make pottery was a semi-agricultural tribe.

However, the pottery produced by the semi-agricultural tribes appeared extremely primitive and rough, not as exquisite as the two pottery jars in front of us, and the size was also not as large as the two pottery jars discovered now.

Of course, this so-called exquisiteness is only the result obtained after comparing with the pottery fired by the semi-agricultural tribe. If compared with the pottery fired by the Green Bird tribe, these two pottery would be immediately killed into rubbish.

But, this is surprising enough.

The surprises were not limited to these. He shifted his gaze from the two blackened clay pots, and reached out to pick up an 8-shaped wooden container.

That's right, this '8' shaped container is a gourd.

But he won’t call me grandpa, nor will he bully the female goblin.

The gourd is a good natural container.

Whether you hollow it out to hold water, wine, or a small amount of rapeseed, or saw it in the middle to make two ladles, it is very useful.

At least it can be used to hold water on the road, which is more suitable for carrying than the tribe's pottery jars.

Sawing it in half and making it into a scoop for scooping water is more suitable than a ceramic basin.

First, the gourd-made scoop is light and convenient for scooping water, and there is no need to worry about the scoop sinking to the bottom of the water tank.

The second is that the gourd ladle is strong and not easy to break, so even if it accidentally hits the edge of the tank, it won’t be a big problem.

It's not like a ceramic basin. If it accidentally hits the edge of the jar, it might break a hole or even shatter completely.

However, this unknown tribe that had usurped the magpie's nest obviously did not master the skill of using one gourd to break two ladles.

Otherwise, most of the gourds would not be smashed open, leaving only the lower half for use.

The gourd in Han Cheng's hand is one of the few intact gourds.

Moreover, the gourd feels heavy when picked up, and it is obvious that there is something inside.

He reached out and pulled out the stopper, then tilted it downwards, and something white flowed out and fell to the ground.

After Han Cheng poured out some, he stopped and squatted here to carefully look at what he poured out of the gourd. The more he looked, the more familiar it looked.

After a while, he finally couldn't help but pick up some with his hand and put it into his mouth.

The salty taste of salt spreads.

However, this saltiness is different from the salt in his own tribe. The saltiness of this thing is not pure at all. It has a bitter taste and is a bit unpleasant.

This is because there is sand mixed in it.

Han Cheng put the gourd down, rinsed his mouth vigorously with the water in the pitcher handed to him by his second senior brother, and then continued to scan the room.

It is becoming more and more interesting, this tribe not only knows how to collect rice, but also knows how to process and eat it.

It also has pottery jars, gourds and salt soil.

Moreover, judging from the number of gourds that were smashed open and used as bowls, it can be seen that there were quite a few of these people, perhaps as many as twenty or thirty.

This time when we went south, we were really surprised one after another. Not only did we unexpectedly conquer the three tribes of Nose Ring, Earring, and One-Eyed, but now that we have just arrived in Jinguan City, we have discovered that there are people living here, and they were very considerate and helped us harvest the rice.

Looking at the rice stored in the room and drying outside the door, Han Cheng couldn't help but feel happy.

These rice grains were more abundant than the ones they had found before.

After a while, Han Cheng thought about it and asked the people in the tribe to come out of the room.

Only twenty people were left inside.

After closing the doors and windows and wrapping the wooden door knocker with vines, Han Cheng led his men away.

After looking around carefully and not seeing anyone, Han Cheng began to dispatch people, asking some to drive the animals to hide somewhere else.

The rest of the group set up an ambush with this independent slave compound as the center.

It didn't take long before everyone's figures disappeared into the surrounding deep grass.

Squatting in the grass with a hat woven out of grass on his head, Han Cheng looked through the grass in front of him at the fragmented world in the distance divided by weeds.

When he was building the Longmen Inn and Tongfu Inn on the Bronze Highway, he had imagined that other primitive people would live in the empty houses of his tribe.

As a result, such a thing never happened, but unexpectedly, such a thing happened in the slave hut which had been built only half a year in Jinguan City.

Others have already run back to their own tribes and lived in the slave huts of their own tribes, so Han Cheng naturally has no reason to be polite.

Of course, this does not mean that we must use force to turn them all into slaves of the tribe.

The greatest use of his current arrangement is actually to round up those people who are out, control them, and then reason with them.

This method is the best for explaining things, and it can ensure that these people who have never met you before listen carefully, without the embarrassing situation that they run away as soon as you show up and cannot be stopped even if you shout.

To be honest, what Han Cheng wants to know most now is where these people got the salt soil from.

As for capturing these people and making them slaves of the tribe, he really didn't think about it.

After all, just this year, the tribe gained several hundred people from the Blackrock Tribal Alliance, and not long ago, it gained a hundred people from the two tribes with nose rings and earrings. The number of slaves in the tribe has really experienced an explosive growth.

The food and land in the tribe are limited. The influx of so many people has basically reached the upper limit of the population that the tribe can currently support.

If we continue to recruit more people, there won't be enough food.

It will take at least a year to digest these absorbed people, let them all devote themselves to the development of tribal farmland and grain planting, expand the cultivated area, increase the total output of tribal grain, and convert manpower into more food. Only then can the tribe start a new round of population absorption and expansion.

Otherwise, if we ignore the tribe’s current food reserves and just blindly pursue a massive increase in population, problems will definitely arise.