“Swish, swish…”
Han Cheng and several other people who had been following him to take care of the seedlings these days scooped up water from the jars with ladle and poured it on the seedlings that were growing well.
I don’t know if it’s because of the racial talent for farming in his blood, but Han Cheng, who didn’t have much contact with farm work in his later lives, now likes to be in contact with the land.
Watching the sown seeds slowly break out of their shells and sprout under his care, and watching these sprouts grow slowly and eventually bear fruit, his heart could not help but be filled with joy.
Of course, there is a prerequisite, which is not to plant it on a large scale.
Once large-scale cultivation occurs, this kind of thing will no longer be a pleasure, but instead a torture.
It was already the time when the sun was setting. As the sun gradually moved away, the temperature was also slowly dropping.
After watering the seedlings, Han Cheng and the others picked up the straw fences placed aside and placed them on the seedlings one by one.
Because of the bows made of tree sticks, the covering straw mats will not crush the seedlings.
This is a means of keeping the seedlings warm.
Originally, it would be best to cover it with an airtight plastic sheet, but the tribe does not have such high-tech equipment, so this is the only thing they can use as a substitute.
Although the effect is far inferior to that of plastic sheets, it is still somewhat useful and better than not covering it at all.
After finishing these tasks, it was almost dark. Smoke was rising from Jinguan City, and it seemed to merge with the dusk. Some women who had returned from the fields early were cooking there.
At this time, people working in the fields far away also carried their tools and rushed from the fields to the tribe.
As they walked, everyone chatted idly, enjoying this moment of leisure and tranquility.
Han Cheng straightened up and looked around. He felt that everything he saw could be a painting...
At night, a bonfire was lit in a room in Jinguan City, and a circle of children were sitting around the bonfire.
These children held textbooks in their hands and, with the help of the firelight, followed Han Cheng, the son of God and the principal of Qingque School, to read the texts in the textbooks carefully.
After teaching several times in a row, Han Chengjiu lit a fire near the middle of the room and asked the children to return to their seats to read the text aloud. Those who could read the whole text began to learn to write the new words in the text, and they could also choose to recite the text.
As for Han Cheng, the Son of God, he got a moment of leisure.
He picked up a broken clay pot from the side, placed it on the brazier, then took out two handfuls of soybeans from his pocket and placed them on top, and began to slowly simmer the soybeans with the fire.
After a while, the aroma of fried soybeans filled the room.
The sounds of reading in the room became quieter. Some children sniffed their noses hard and glanced secretly at Han Cheng, who was stewing soybeans seriously with his head lowered.
Some people couldn't help swallowing their saliva.
Han Cheng ignored this, as if he didn't notice it. He just lowered his head and stewed his soybeans seriously.
The sound of reading in the room only died down for a moment, then quickly became louder again, even louder than before.
While reading, Han Cheng also cooked the soybeans.
He used two sticks to support the two sides of the broken clay pot and moved it from the brazier to the ground to cool it down.
After waiting for a while, the soybeans became cool. I picked up one and put it in my mouth. I chewed it with my big teeth. With a crunching sound, my mouth was filled with a burnt aroma.
It would be even more wonderful if you put a small bowl of wine next to you, and take a sip or two.
When Han Cheng was in school, teachers always had to prevent students from eating snacks in class.
Now it is his turn to be a teacher. The students no longer eat snacks in class, but he, the teacher, eats openly here.
Seeing Han Cheng slowly putting soybeans into his mouth, the children who were studying read more vigorously. Two of them had already placed their textbooks on the desks made of mud and tried to recite.
When Han Cheng was casually eating the twenty-third fried soybean, a child from the tribe came up to him with a book in his hands, muttering to himself as he walked.
Han Cheng took the textbook from his hands, and the child immediately began to recite.
Han Cheng looked at the textbook in his hand, and when the child finished reciting it in one breath, he nodded with satisfaction, picked up a red pen, and wrote the word "recite" on it.
Then he took out twenty fried soybeans from the broken clay pot beside him and gave them to him.
The child took the book, tucked it under his arm, stretched out his hands to hold the yellow beans that Han Cheng gave him, and trotted back to his seat with excitement. Then, under the envious gazes of everyone, he picked up a yellow bean and put it into his mouth, and started eating it with a crunch, as if he was eating an elixir. The feeling of satisfaction was beyond words.
Seeing this scene, many people couldn't help swallowing, and the sound of reading in the room suddenly became much louder.
The other child who had put the book on the table also picked up the book and went to Han Cheng to recite it.
After a while, he came back happily with books and soybeans.
There were nineteen fried soybeans in his hand.
Such a scene greatly shocked the rest of the people.
Because past practice tells them that the later they finish reciting, the fewer fried soybeans they will get. The last one to finish can only get one fried soybean...
Because it is spring plowing season, everyone in the tribe is busy with it. After careful consideration, Han Cheng moved the classes to the evening.
This time, Han Cheng had already made plans to let some people stay here first, so when selecting people to come to Jinguan City, he tried his best to choose their spouses.
So at night, these guys who have worked hard all day basically don’t have to worry about the long night and no sleep.
Han Cheng, the Son of God, is not a good person. He is not a naughty boy who enjoys fighting with his left and right hands. If he goes to bed too early, he will not be able to sleep at night.
These children in the tribe are still innocent and it is not time for them to play that kind of game.
In order not to waste time, Han Cheng arranged the courses during this time period.
It’s no wonder that after this arrangement was made, many problems were immediately solved.
And there is something indescribably wonderful about having classes by a bonfire at night.
If you can eat too much fried soybeans without farting, then everything will be perfect...
"@#4￥4..."
The hunchbacked primitive man shouted happily, and the people following him couldn't help but shout along after hearing his shouting, just like the tape recorder in the QQ group chat in later generations.
Of course they were happy, because after this walk, they once again came to the area where exquisite pottery and salt appeared.
Thinking about the beautiful scene that the old priest told them before they left, and then thinking about the many things they had exchanged for those two things from the powerful and wealthy Red Tiger Tribe, these people couldn't help but feel excited, and they wanted to immediately find the tribe that could produce these two things and exchange them with them.
Because of this, they were more active on the journey.
Compared with the past, they managed to travel two days less to cover the same distance.
After standing here and shouting excitedly for a while, the excited people of Youchao tribe, under the leadership of the hunchbacked primitive man, began their journey of exchanging and looking for people...
Bees collecting nectar are buzzing and the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers.
The increasingly warm sunlight shines down from the sky, passing through the branches and leaves above, leaving a patch of mottled light and shadows on the ground.
The hunchbacked primitive man stood here weakly, looking up at the sky.
The other primitive people around him also seemed a little depressed at this time, no longer as excited as when they had just arrived.
During this period of time, more than half of the pottery and salt soil they carried with them had been replaced by food, furs and other things.
However, after so much time, they still hadn't met anyone who brought exquisite pottery and clean salt and did the same thing as them.
"@#￥TY..."
The hunchbacked primitive man stood here for a while, looking at the sun in the sky, letting the sunlight pass through the window of his soul and warm his tired heart. Then he lowered his raised head and spoke out.
Under his command, after a short rest, the group set out again, heading towards a nearby tribe...
"@￥SDD..."
At the same time, not too far away from them, the older female primitive shouted loudly and waved her hands vigorously towards the leader of the tribe behind her.
Unlike the hunchbacked primitive man and his group, the group led by the older female primitive people were all in a very happy mood and full of energy.
They turned around and looked at the food and furs on their shoulders. They were immediately filled with energy and their round eyes were curved with smiles.
These are all good things! Much more than what they had collected before.
Full of energy, led by several people holding stones, sticks and other things, they moved around here, zigzagging in one direction.
These people were from the tribe they had just left. They were brought over by the older female primitive people in exchange for a piece of exquisite pottery according to the method taught by the Son of God, and were then led to another tribe they did not know.
In the past, without the hook and pole given by the mysterious Qingque tribe, the things they could carry on a trip were limited. Now with the help of the hook and pole, they can carry a lot more things at a time than before, so they can visit two more tribes on a trip...
On the afternoon of the second day after the older female primitive people left, people from the Youchao tribe, led by a hunchbacked primitive man, came to this tribe.
The chief of the tribe, who had just returned from hunting, looked at the hunchbacked primitive people and the pottery they carried, and couldn't help feeling a little relieved.
Fortunately, my tribe encountered another tribe with better pottery and salt not long ago. Otherwise, if this tribe came first, my tribe would have no food to exchange for the better ones...
"@#34￥4?!"
After a conversation that was not entirely understandable, the hunchbacked primitive man learned from the tribal leader that the tribe they had been looking for had just left here not long ago. He jumped up from the ground in excitement.
"@#4ED..."
After calming down a little, the hunchbacked primitive man hurriedly asked the leader of the tribe where those people carrying the exquisite pottery had gone.
After some seemingly difficult communication, the leader of the tribe roughly understood the meaning of the hunchbacked primitive man who had been exchanged with them in the past.
He stretched out his hand, ready to point out the direction in which the older female primitives should leave.
But then he seemed to remember something, and just as he raised his hand halfway, he quickly put it down.
"@￥W#4..."
He opened his mouth and pointed at the food carried by the hunchbacked primitive people.
Then they quickly brought out the older female primitive people from the cave and waved the bowl that was given as reward for guiding them in front of the hunchbacked primitive people.
The meaning is very clear, that is, he needs to pay an amount of food equal to the amount in this bowl, only then will he tell the older female primitives the direction they left.
This is another tribe that was indirectly led astray by the time traveler Han Cheng through the older female primitive people.
After understanding what the tribal leader meant, the hunchbacked primitive man was stunned.
He remembered that the leader of this tribe was very hospitable, so why had he become so shrewd now?
Although they were confused, this was the closest they had ever been to the mysterious tribe, and they couldn't miss it no matter what.
So the hunchbacked primitive man agreed to the tribal leader's request without much hesitation.
He asked a man from their tribe to put down the package he was carrying and open it, then called out as many people as the fingers on his two hands, asked them to stand here and stretch out their fingers.
After doing all this, he used this exquisite pottery bowl to scoop out food one bowl at a time in front of the tribal leader. He did not stop until he had scooped out a hundred bowls.
After these one hundred bowls of food were dug out, the two packages of food they carried had become the tribe's.
This way of trading was proposed by the leader of another tribe when he was exchanging exquisite pottery and salt with that tribe on his last trip.
Looking at the pile of food in front of him, and then looking at the pottery bowl in his hand, the leader of the tribe suddenly felt a little dizzy...