In a luxurious room with several pottery pieces fixed on the roof, a female primitive who looked even older than the priest of the hunchbacked primitive tribe sat on a cushion woven from piles of straw.
She looks very old. Not only does her face have layers of wrinkles, but it also has many age spots.
Around her neck hung a string of beads, some of which were made of pottery, some of which were made of copper, some of which were made of stone, and some of which were made of bones...
Although the materials are different, the sizes are basically similar.
These beads are not particularly round, but each one looks smooth and shiny.
Especially those copper beads, which give people a shiny feeling even without sunlight shining on them.
This is the result of wearing it close to the body all year round and the old female primitive people always touching it with their hands when they have nothing to do.
Well, this behavior and its results can be summarized in two words: eat it!
The beads are large in size, so the size of the bead string naturally looks large as well.
However, such a large string of beads hanging on the neck of this old primitive man does not make people feel that he is thin, but instead gives people a feeling of complementation.
This is mainly because this female primitive is quite tall and has a lot of flesh on her body. Although she is old, she still has some flesh on her body. When she sits there, she weighs quite a lot.
According to the eyes of people of that era, this old primitive woman should be extremely beautiful, but no one thinks she is beautiful.
This is not because the aesthetic standards of people of this era have changed, but because she has no nose.
The place where the nose should be not only did not protrude, but it also sank a little, leaving only two black holes.
This makes her look very ugly, and some people even feel scared because of it.
This is something the witch of this tribe must go through.
If you want to become a witch in the tribe, you must cut off your nose.
Moreover, those who become witches cannot hide in the bushes with male primitive men like other female primitive men, and cannot give birth to their own children.
It is unknown when this tradition was passed down, and the people in the tribe do not know its purpose.
However, they still passed down these rules and strictly abided by them, and no one dared to violate them.
This fat, old-looking witch sat here, gently stroking the beads hanging around her neck with one hand, with an intriguing smile on her face.
Although she was old, she had sharp ears and could hear the conversation outside.
It was because she heard the conversation outside that she showed such an expression.
More exquisite pottery?
Pottery that is more exquisite than the pottery of your own tribe?
How is this possible!
Our tribe is the most powerful.
The pottery of my tribe looks so perfect, how could there be pottery more exquisite than that of my tribe?
People out there who say things like this are just really stupid.
She thought this in her mind and was about to ask the person from her tribe to ignore them.
As a result, the person from his tribe had already walked in, and seemed to be holding a small piece of pottery carefully in his hand.
The light from the door was blocked by the body of the person coming in, causing the pottery in his hands to be in the dark, so the witch couldn't see the appearance of the pottery clearly for a while.
Seeing the actions of this man from her tribe, she couldn't help but shake her head.
This guy is still no good. He actually believed what the person outside said so easily.
He said that their tribe had more exquisite pottery than his own. Is that true?
Why don't you know how to distinguish it?
However, the man had already brought something in, so she didn't let him go out.
She was sitting here with nothing to do anyway, so it wouldn't be a big deal if she just took a look.
In such a mood, the man bent down carefully, mumbling something, and stretched out his hands forward to make it easier for their priestess to see this exceptionally exquisite pottery.
The witch listened reluctantly, and glanced at the pottery in his hand with a nonchalant look. After seeing the appearance of the thing clearly, she couldn't take her eyes away.
"#￥4@2..."
She spoke excitedly, and reached out to take the exquisite pottery from the man's hand, her movements more cautious than his.
She held the pottery in both hands, placed it in front of her eyes, and looked at it carefully, with all kinds of expressions flashing in her eyes.
There was shock, disbelief, and extraordinary love...
All the previous disdain disappeared.
Before this, she always thought that the things from her tribe were the best, especially pottery, salt and copper.
Except for their own tribe, the other tribes didn't even know how to make these things, let alone make pottery more exquisite than their own.
But now, there was such a piece of pottery in front of her.
As a shrine maiden, she is very familiar with pottery.
In their tribe, if one wants to become a witch, one needs to cut off one's nose before reaching adulthood. Then, the previous witch will call this group of people to a valley and secretly teach them how to make pottery, how to use things to make copper, and how to make weapons out of that beautiful copper.
After a long period of time, the one among them who has mastered these things best will become the next priestess.
As for the rest, they all became losers.
Losers have no power.
The price of their failure was that they had to stay in that valley forever, making these two things, and they could never leave the valley until they died.
As one of the best people at that time, the old witch was certainly no stranger to pottery making.
With just one glance, she could tell that this small piece of pottery was far superior to the pottery made by their tribe!
She held the exquisite pottery in her hands and looked at it carefully for a while. The more she looked at it, the more exquisite it seemed to her. The more she looked at it, the more she felt sincere admiration and respect for the person who made such pottery.
After holding it in her hand and looking at it carefully for a while, the old witch suddenly stood up from the cushion.
Then he moved his steps and walked towards the door at a fast pace.
A moment later, she walked out of the house and headed towards the group of hunchbacked primitives who were standing there waiting.
Looking at this old female primitive who had a lot of flesh on her body and was dressed very strangely, the hunchbacked primitive people were stunned for a moment.
They had never imagined that such a gorgeous house would house such a person.
The most respected witch in this powerful and wealthy tribe actually looks like this!
Not only the hunchbacked primitive man and his group were stunned, but the man who entered the room holding the pottery was also stunned for a moment.
Their witch actually walked out of the house again!
You know, the witches in their tribe generally won't leave the house easily after they become real witches.
But now, she walked out of the house without any hesitation.
What caused this behavior was the small piece of exquisite pottery brought by the tribe.
The old witch ignored the shock of these people. She walked straight to the front of the hunchbacked primitive people and raised her hand holding the pottery bowl.
"#￥45%..."
She began to speak, her voice was hoarse, and because she was too excited, she spoke a little quickly, which resulted in the hunchbacked primitive man not being able to fully understand what she meant.
It was not until the witch repeated it for the second time that the hunchbacked primitive realized that she was asking him where he got this precious pottery.
"#￥@3..."
The hunchbacked primitive man spoke and told the witch about their previous experiences.
The witch stood here and listened carefully.
After a while, the hunchbacked primitive man opened the package he was carrying and took out the gourd that was carefully wrapped in animal skin.
The gourd is filled with salt produced by the Qingque tribe.
Before, it was poured into a bowl by the priests of the hunchback primitive tribe, and when they set out from the tribe, they carefully poured it into the gourd.
The noseless witch gently placed the bowl in her hand on the ground, then reached out to take the gourd handed over by the hunchbacked primitive man and opened it carefully.
Then tip the gourd over and pour out the salt.
The salt crushed into small pieces by the mortar turned into a thin line and fell into the bowl along the mouth of the gourd.
The witch, who had been watching this scene without blinking, was shocked once again.
She put down the empty gourd, carefully picked up the bowl of salt with both hands, and looked at it carefully.
His eyes were full of surprise.
The salt was actually just as the hunchbacked guy had described, without any sand or soil.
This was the first time she had seen salt without sand.
As far as I can remember, the salt I have seen has always contained sand. Before this, I never thought that the sand in the salt could be removed, and it could be removed so cleanly.
Just like before she saw this exquisite pottery bowl, she had never imagined that pottery could be made so exquisitely.
She looked at it carefully for a while, then asked the person who came out of the room to fetch some water in a clay pot and get some firewood, so that she could boil water and cook directly on the open space.
This pottery jar used for drawing water has three cylindrical legs underneath. When you put it on the ground, it can stand there.
Such a clay pot is very convenient for boiling water and cooking. At least you don’t need to find stones to support the pot.
Just put the clay pot there and burn it directly with fire.
Soon a flame was lit, and after a while, the food was cooked.
The witch scooped out two small bowls of rice from the jar herself.
The utensil she used to hold rice was also round, but it was still a little different from the bowls of the Qingque tribe.
In order to facilitate writing and reading, it is also called a bowl.
After doing all this, the witch got some salt from the Green Bird tribe, put it into a bowl, and stirred it evenly.
Then she got some salt from their tribe, put it into another bowl, and stirred it evenly.
She first picked up the bowl of rice with the Qingque tribe's salt in it, put it to her mouth and took a bite.
As a mouthful of rice entered her mouth, her eyes lit up.
She originally wanted to just take a bite and then try the rice that had salt from her own tribe in it, but she couldn't help but take a few more bites before she finally endured it with great willpower.
She put down the bowl with little food left and picked up another bowl of rice.
She put it to her mouth and took just one bite, and her brows couldn't help but frown.
In the past, she found the food that was added with her own tribe’s salt so delicious.
But now, when the delicious food entered her mouth, she didn't feel it was delicious at all, and she even wanted to spit it out.
It would be fine if it had a bitter taste, but the key point is that it is mixed with some sand, which makes it feel extremely uncomfortable when you put it in your mouth.
She frowned and swallowed the mouthful of food.
After taking one bite, I never wanted to take a second bite.
She put the bowl down, picked up the bowl with less food left, put it to her mouth and ate happily. After a while, she ate all the food in it. There was not even a little left.
“Huh~”
After putting down the clean bowl, the witch couldn't help but let out a long sigh, a very comfortable one.
Her eyes fell on the exquisite pottery bowl beside her and the salt in the bowl, and she became excited and eager.
This is what salt should look like!
"@#￥4@..."
She once again held the ceramic bowl and the salt inside in her arms, refusing to let go.
At the same time, he kept saying something to the hunchbacked primitive man.
What she meant was that if such things could be given to their tribe, they would be willing to exchange them for food.
The hunchbacked primitive man, who had been instructed by the priest of their tribe, had already had such an idea and agreed immediately after hearing it.
However, he said that in order to get these two things, they paid a lot of food, so they could no longer exchange these two things according to the previous exchange method.
After understanding what the hunchbacked primitive man meant, the old witch agreed without any hesitation.
In her opinion, these two things are so good that it is necessary to use more food in exchange. Anyway, their tribe is not short of food.
Even if the hunchbacked primitive man didn't say so, she would still take the initiative to increase the food exchanged.
The amount of food used in the exchange was too little and was not worthy of the status of these two exquisite foods.
So, under her personal auspices, the exchange began again.
This primitive exchange is simple yet complicated and does not require much description.
All you need to know is that after such an exchange, almost a quarter of the things the hunchbacked primitive people brought returned to their hands.
Such a result made the hunchbacked primitive people very happy, and their mouths were almost stretched behind their ears.
As early as when he left his own tribe and went to this tribe, their wise priest told him that these two things should be able to be exchanged for a lot of things in this wealthy tribe.
Now, after some exchanges, it turned out to be true, and what was exchanged was more than what the wise priest had said.
The hunchbacked primitive man did not take these foods back, but used them to exchange for some pottery and salt soil from this tribe.
After this transaction, the hunchbacked primitive people were no longer afraid of this strange-looking witch.
He imitated the tribesman, folded his hands together on top of his head, and then bowed to the witch seriously.
“@￥%%…”
The witch, holding the exquisite pottery tightly, spoke to him, meaning that they should find the tribe that could make these two things as soon as possible.
Their tribe was willing to exchange with them at the same price as before.
The hunchbacked primitive man, who was already very happy, was even more delighted after he understood what the witch meant.
He nodded repeatedly, straightened his chest as much as possible, and then pounded it hard with his hands to express his determination to do this thing.
After seeing this scene, the noseless witch laughed happily.
Without a nose, her smile was not pretty at all, it could even be described as horrible, but in the eyes of the hunchbacked primitive people, such a smile was so beautiful.
If the language they mastered was not systematic enough and some things were not easy to express, the hunchbacked primitive man would definitely say to the witch: You look so beautiful when you smile, like a spring flower...
After once again respectfully bowing to the smiling witch, the hunchbacked primitive people packed up the pottery and other things they had exchanged.
Some were tied to the backs of animals, and the rest were either held or carried by themselves. Under the guidance of the previous person, they turned around and left, following the path they had walked before, passing through the numerous strange caves, and left here.
After walking forward for a while, the hunchbacked primitive man couldn't help but look back and saw the witch of the tribe was still standing there, watching them leave and smiling at them.
Such a scene made the hunchbacked primitive man feel warmer in his heart.
He also smiled at the witch, and left here under the guidance of the man who brought them in.
The witch standing here watched the hunchbacked primitive people leave, and stood here for a while before she held the exquisite pottery and delicious salt in her hands and walked carefully into the room where the witches of all generations had lived.
She came into the room and sat down again. After a long while, the smile on her face did not completely fade away.
After staying here for a while, she stood up again and walked out of the room.
"@#4￥!"
After walking out of the room, she stood here and shouted loudly. A moment later, several people holding bronze weapons ran over.
After the old witch said a few words to them, she led these people towards the mountain not too far from their residential area.
During the walk, these people holding bronze weapons were always around the old witch to protect her.
The group walked like this and slowly approached the mountain.
There was smoke rising from the mountains in front of us.
The witches did not climb the mountain, but came to a valley.
At the entrance of the valley, there is a rough wall built with stones and mud, with a door on it.
There are four copper rings on the door, two in a row, one above and one below.
Each row of copper rings is supported by a sturdy stick. The stick is relatively long, with both ends resting on the walls on both sides of the door.
This operation can prevent people inside from opening the door.
The witch came to the door and stood still. A man came forward and pulled out two sticks one by one and put them aside, then reached out and pushed the door open.
The witch holding a clay bowl in her hand walked in.
These people also walked in.
Normally, the witch stays in the room and does not come out. It is these people who transport food to the valley and bring out the pottery and other things made there.
The valley is not entirely made of stone, there is also a lot of soil.
If you walk a little further inside, you can see some people busy working here.
Some people were making clay molds there, while others were carrying the finished clay molds to dry in the sun.
There were also some bulges, with smoke coming out of them.
This is the process of firing the clay molds that have been made and dried.
These people working are all women, but like the witches, they have no noses.
These people are roughly divided into three groups according to their age. One group is about the same age as the witch. There are the smallest number of them, only four.
The second group is women in their prime, who are the main force in making these things. The remaining group is the youngest, some of whom are adults and some are not yet adults.
The first two groups of older people are all losers in the competition for the position of shrine maiden, and the remaining younger ones are the competitors for the next shrine maiden.
Seeing the witch coming in person, all these people stopped what they were doing and, like the people outside, clasped their hands together and placed them on top of their heads to salute.
Some sharp-eyed people have already seen the exquisite pottery in the witch's hand, and their eyes suddenly widened.
Most of the younger people looked at the shrine maiden with respect and envy, hoping that they could win and become a shrine maiden one day.
However, such a wish is not easy to realize. Except for that lucky person, everyone else will have to work here for the rest of their lives.
Just like those white-haired men, they are so old but still cannot leave the valley.
"@34#￥4..."
The witch looked at everyone for a few seconds, then spoke and raised her hand holding the pottery bowl.
Everyone's eyes were focused on it, and when they saw the appearance of the pottery, they all opened their mouths wide.
As people who make pottery, they can understand what the pottery in front of them represents better than anyone else.
After getting the witch's permission, all these people gathered around and looked at the pottery in shock and fascination.
"@#￥WT..."
After a while, the witch spoke again.
She was asking these people if they could also make such exquisite pottery.
After understanding what the witch meant, these people shook their heads.
Even those among them who were good at making pottery were shaking their heads.
This pottery was so exquisite that it was completely beyond their ability.
Seeing this scene, the witch was not disappointed. She had a clear understanding of the level of pottery making in her tribe.
"@￥3T..."
After a brief pause, the witch spoke again, and this time her words were a little longer.
However, these people did not notice her length at all. Moreover, as she spoke, their eyes became brighter and brighter, and they became more energetic. They looked more spirited than when they had just seen this exquisite pottery bowl.
It is not surprising that they are in such a state, because the priestess just said that whichever of them can make pottery of this level will be the next priestess.
It doesn't matter how old the person is.
How could these people not be happy after hearing such news?
Even those people who were about the same age as the shrine maiden became more energetic.
After staying here for a while and talking to these people, the witch turned around and left.
Go deeper into the valley.
After walking inside for a while, there was a lot of gravel on the ground.
There were tinkling sounds coming from inside, and someone was busy here.
There are more people working here than those making pottery outside.
These people also have no noses, and their origins are the same as those outside.
Seeing the priestess coming in, these people stopped what they were doing and saluted her.
The witch calmly accepted the greetings from everyone, looked around for a while, said a few words to everyone, and then left.
She didn't tell these people about making that kind of exquisite pottery.
In fact, the people who stay here can also make pottery. After all, they all learned pottery and copper making together in the past.
However, after that generation of priestesses is selected, the remaining people will be grouped according to their learning situation at that time.
Those who are better at making pottery will make pottery, and those who are better at making copper will make copper here.
These people were not as good as those outside in making pottery before, and after so many years, they are even worse off.
If those people outside can't make that kind of pottery, let alone those people inside.
After staying here for a while, the witch returned from here under the escort of several people, and took the exquisite pottery bowl away when she left.
Only a witch like her is qualified to possess such a precious thing.
After walking out of the valley and locking the door from the outside, the witch holding the pottery bowl returned to her residence.
In the room filled with many pottery and salt placed in the pottery, the witch was the only one here. The hustle and bustle just now had completely left her with her return.
She carefully looked at the pottery bowl in front of her, and then looked at the many pottery pieces in the room. The more she looked, the more she felt that this pottery bowl was exquisite, and the pottery of her own tribe was far inferior to it.
After looking at it for a while, she sighed and shook her head.
She knew that it was basically impossible for her tribe to make such exquisite pottery. Even if she had said those words and offered those conditions to the people in the valley not long ago, it would be basically impossible for these people to make such pottery.
Because the gap between the two is really too big.
Thinking about these things in her mind, she raised her head and looked across the room in the direction where the hunchbacked primitive man and his group had left.
If his tribe wants to obtain more of this exquisite pottery and that delicious salt, perhaps it can only rely on these people.
These people must find the tribe that can produce these two precious things. Only in this way can their tribe get more of these two things.
You can even learn how to make these two precious things...
As she thought about this, a look of hope and anxiety appeared on her face.
After sitting here and thinking like this for a while, the old-looking witch stood up and walked to a place inside the room.
There is a thick stone slab placed against the wall here, with a seemingly abstract pattern outlined in red stripes on it.
Some look like a tiger, and some like a leopard. If Han Cheng were here and saw this pattern, he would definitely see it as a ferocious but cute little cat.
Because the totem of this tribe is a tiger outlined with red lines, this tribe is called the Red Tiger Tribe.
After the witch of the Red Tiger tribe came here, she placed the pottery bowl of the Green Bird tribe in her hand in front of the stone slab with patterns on it. Then she sat cross-legged underneath it, raised her two hands, one on the left and one on the right, placed them on top of her head, closed her eyes, and muttered to herself.
This is obviously a prayer to the gods of their tribe...
All the flower buds on the branch outside the tree house window have bloomed, and a rich fragrance floats into the tree house through the open window and along with the sunlight.
The hunchbacked primitive man sat cross-legged on the floor covered with animal skins, speaking with a look of joy on his face. Opposite him sat the old and wise priest of their tribe.
The old priest also sat here cross-legged, listening carefully to the hunchbacked primitive man's story with a smile on his face.
Because the houses of this tribe are built on trees like bird nests, this tribe is called the Nest Tribe.
After a while, the hunchbacked primitive man told the old priest everything they had encountered in the nearby Red Tiger Tribe.
After hearing the whole process, the smile on the face of the old priest of Youchao tribe became even more intense.
He nodded vigorously, then touched his forehead and then reached out to touch the hunchbacked primitive man's forehead to express his approval of this matter and his praise for the hunchbacked primitive man and his group.
The hunchbacked primitive man who received the praise couldn't help but smile from ear to ear, and was extremely happy...
After a day, the area under the tree house of Youchao tribe became lively again, and the pottery, salt and other things exchanged from the Red Tiger tribe were sorted out.
Part of it they tied to the animal's back, and the rest they carried themselves.
In addition to these goods, they also carried some food to eat on the road.
The animals their tribe owned were very large, and the cargo tied to one animal was more than what several people could carry combined.
Despite this, the animal seemed not to feel the weight at all and continued to move at the same pace as usual, moving forward with the crowd, led by the hunchbacked primitive people.
The old priest of the Youchao tribe also came down from his tree house using a ladder-like tool to see off the hunchbacked primitive people.
No matter whether it was the people who were seeing off or those who were preparing for a long journey, no one felt any sadness or reluctance.
On the one hand, this is because this is the main way for their tribe to obtain food, and they have long been accustomed to such things. On the other hand, it is because they are all full of expectations for this long journey.
Looking forward to finding that mysterious tribe and exchanging many precious things from that mysterious tribe.
Then these precious things were transported to the neighboring Red Tiger Tribe and exchanged for more food from the powerful and wealthy Red Tiger Tribe.
Because we have high expectations for the results, we don’t care much about the difficulties and separations along the way.
The group gradually left the residential area. The people of Youchao tribe stood here and watched for a while. After they walked away, they also dispersed in this area to obtain food.
The old priest of Youchao tribe climbed back up the ladder into the wooden house where he lived.
When he came into the house, he did not open the window this time.
He sat cross-legged facing the part of the trunk of the big tree inside the tree house, folded his hands on his forehead, closed his eyes and lowered his head, without saying a word, and began his prayer.
People who don't know him would think he was dozing off with his head down when he saw him like this...
It’s spring and the whole world seems to be exuding warmth.
Here in Jinguan City, the desolation of winter is no longer seen, but has been replaced by vibrant vitality.
Looking around, there is a sea of green all around, dotted with other colors.
This is a flower in bloom.
In the shed in the inner courtyard of Jinguan City, Han Cheng was bending over, watering the plants with a watering can in his other hand.
The gourd seeds planted earlier have sprouted. There is a tender sprout between two oval leaves, which looks very beautiful.
After being splashed with water by Han Cheng, it became even greener.
Not far from Han Cheng, Fu Jiang, who had become a mother again, was squatting there, looking a little lazy.
Beside it, several furry, chubby little guys were playing with each other, looking clumsy, like a few balls of meat rolling around, which was extremely fun to watch.
These little puppies are at the age where they are timid and curious.
A little fellow noticed what Han Cheng was doing and found it very curious, so he stopped playing with the other puppies and stood there wagging his tail and looking with his head tilted.
After watching for a while, it seemed that it had not figured out what this strange-looking creature, which did not look like a dog at all, was doing, so it moved its short legs and dragged its round body towards this side, and used its little black nose to sniff a gourd seedling that Han Cheng had just watered.
Before its little nose touched the gourd seedling, the little guy flew into the air.
It was not Han Cheng who moved his feet, but the big dog Fu Jiang who came over, opened his mouth, bit the little guy's neck, and picked it up.
After carrying it away from the gourd seedling, he put the little guy down, and Fu lay down on the ground and continued to enjoy the warm sunlight.
The little fellow seemed extremely obedient when he was picked up by Fu Jiang, but after he got on all fours, he quickly became unobedient.
It stood there for a while, then shook its little head and continued to jump towards the gourd seedling happily.
Seeing this, Fu Jiang, who had just been lying on the ground, had to stand up again. When the puppy's nose was about to touch the gourd seedling, he opened his mouth again, picked it up, and took it away from here...
The place where the rice seedlings were planted had been arched into "bows" on the ground by Han Cheng, the second senior brother and others using not-too-thick sticks.
These rice seedlings are growing well, with some dark green color, and they look very healthy and have plenty of nutrients.
The seedlings planted using two different methods look similar, and it is hard to tell which method is better.
But one thing is certain: the seedlings grown using these two methods will definitely grow better than directly sowing shelled rice into paddy fields.
Looking at the emerald green seedlings in front of him, Han Cheng's mood became very good. The mood could be described as so beautiful that it was breathtaking.
After looking at the seedlings here for a while and carefully pulling out a few weeds mixed among the seedlings, Han Cheng left here with his hands behind his back and walked towards the east side of Jinguan City.
Because everyone has been committed to the development of paddy fields on the west side, the east side of Jinguan City has basically not been developed.
But this place will not be idle at all times.
After all the waters nearby that are easier to develop have been developed, Han Cheng plans to have people build some canals to direct some water here.
But in time, this place can be turned into a rice field and rice can be grown.
Because it is not too far from the water, the project will not be too large.
In fact, a piece of land has been opened up here. The area is not too large, about one acre.
This land has also been cultivated by people.
Unlike the flat paddy fields, people dug ditches here.
Nothing else was planted there; the ridges were filled with cut sweet millet stalks.
Han Cheng did not forget this good thing that can produce a lot of sugar. Last autumn, he had people cut down the mature sweet sorghum stalks across the water.
A small portion was taken to the tribesmen for tooth practice, and the rest was stored in cellars dug out of the ground and covered with sand.
When spring comes, some buds begin to grow on the sweet millet stalks.
While most people were busy working on the paddy fields, Han Cheng called out some people and, following some methods he remembered, spent two days burying the sweet sorghum stalks in the ground.
At this time, rows of tender shoots grew along the ridges, looking a bit like sorghum, and a bit like corn...
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