I am a Primitive Man

Huh~huh~

Wood, who was praised by Han Cheng, was very energetic. After gathering all the rapeseeds into a big pile, he started to swing back and forth with the broom, and the wind brought out the fine impurities on the rapeseed pile. .

Mu Mu was doing this, with some anticipation in his heart, wanting to be praised by the Son of God.

Shenzi did this last year, and he remembered it very clearly.

Soon, the tiny impurities on the pile of rapeseeds flew away, leaving only clean rapeseeds.

Mu Mu felt that he was very capable, after all, he cleaned so much at once.

Mu Mu's mood was quickly replaced by furrowed brows, because the son of God came over, and casually scratched his hands on the clean rapeseed pile, and a lot of impurities came out again.

Wood hurriedly fanned it with a broom.

But this time he learned to be smart. Before Han Cheng could make a move, he pulled it himself first. As a result, the rapeseed pile that looked clean turned out to be dirty.

Son of God.

This guy who doesn't like talking very much looked at Han Cheng as if asking for help and opened his mouth.

For grinding stone tools, he has enough patience to do it, but he is a little at a loss when he doesn't know much about rapeseed. After all, unknown things are always easy to cause people's panic and uneasiness.

Han Cheng walked under the gate and felt it. The early summer wind felt cool on his body.

Then he waved to the wood that had started to fan the rapeseed pile with a broom again, and asked him to come over and clean up the area under the gate.

After sweeping the wood clean, he looked at Shenzi, wanting to get a new solution from Shenzi.

Just now I got the balloon that Han Cheng ordered to run back to the cave to get the clay pots, and ran over holding two clay pots.

He put the clay pot on the ground, and then looked at Miko, wanting to see how Miko planned to use this seemingly irrelevant thing to clean the rapeseed.

Han Cheng didn't keep them waiting. He filled a small earthen pot with half a can of rapeseed mixed with impurities and went to the gate. He stood sideways and let the gate out to avoid the wind. .

Then lift the jug up to chest level and start leaning.

The rapeseed inside forms a thin line and slides down to the ground, and the weightless impurities are blown away by the wind, so they can no longer be mixed in the rapeseed to make up for it.

At the beginning, the falling rapeseeds were bouncing, but as the number of falling rapeseeds gradually increased, and a round bun shape gathered on the ground, they could not roll far away.

The wood and the balloon watched the miraculous scene together, admiring but also a little enlightened.

Mu Mu squatted down, stretched out his hand and carefully picked up the pile of rapeseed gathered under Shenzi's feet, and the rapeseed that came out was also clean...

Han Cheng looked at the wood and balloons standing on both sides of the gate, each holding a clay pot to pour rapeseed down, and shook his head slightly.

It's not that the two of them didn't do a good job, but that it would be more convenient and quicker to use a sieve for this job, especially when there is no wind.

It's just that the current Qingque tribe can't make a decent sieve, mainly because of the lack of raw materials.

Tree sticks can indeed replace bamboo to weave many things, but the tree sticks seem powerless to sieve.

The main reason is that the branches are too thick, and there is no way to weave fine meshes.

If it is split into very thin ones, it does not have the toughness of bamboo, and it will break if it is slightly folded. There is no way to weave it.

Nowadays, the tribe grows less food, and they can still make do with the current method. When the time comes when more food is planted, it will not be like the current situation.

Han Cheng sighed deeply, there are too many things to do! This time, bamboo will be added to the small book.

When the setting sun was about to set, the pile of rapeseeds was finally finished.

It is piled up here cleanly, weighing almost a hundred catties.

Ordinarily, it shouldn't be until now. The main reason is that the wind is really too embarrassing, intermittent and intermittent.

The cleaned rapeseed was transported back to the cave one by one in clay pots by wood, and packed in large tanks, more than half of which.

Han Cheng estimated some harvests, and shook his head involuntarily. This mu of land is estimated to barely cover eighty or ninety catties, and this is just wet rapeseed that has just been felled. If it is dried in the sun, it can weigh seventy catties. Already very good.

With the subsequent expansion and growth, this yield will be further reduced, because these rapeseeds are carefully cared for, especially the fertilizers are fully applied.

Later, the production expanded, and it was obviously impossible to think about such care.

Han Cheng was melancholy, but Wu was extremely happy, looking at the rapeseed in the big vat with grinning teeth.

Of course he was happy. Last year, Shenzi only planted a crock of rapeseed, and the tribe has such a large piece of rapeseed. From last year until this year, they have not eaten less.

If all these rapeseeds are planted this year, how many rapeseeds will my tribe have by then? Wu was a little afraid to imagine.

Looking at the smiling Wu, Han Cheng couldn't help sniffling his nose. The output would be left to future generations, and the people who farmed the land would definitely be frowning. After all, they couldn't even earn money for pesticides and fertilizers...

Thinking of this, Han Cheng smiled helplessly. He couldn't keep comparing with later generations. Such output is indeed good now. After all, no matter in terms of pesticides, fertilizers, varieties, etc., it is far inferior to later generations...

take it easy!

Han Cheng let out a sigh of relief and said to himself, anyway, he has no system to force him to establish any civilization, and he has no ambition to conquer multiple primitive tribes and unify the world to become the Nine-Five Supreme. He just wants to let himself still have tribes The people inside are better off.

Speaking of which, God is not mean to me. After all, I didn’t get myself a cannibal tribe as soon as I came here. Otherwise, according to the state I just came, I don’t know which plants I entered at this time...

Hei Wa didn't take part in harvesting rapeseed, and Hei Wa didn't take part in building the fence either. It wasn't that Hei Wa was lazy, but that he had other jobs to do.

The warm sunlight is spreading on the ground, and the small river is flowing, reflecting the sunlight, making it appear sparkling.

There are fish playing in the water, and there are quite a few of them.

There is a red dragonfly hovering here, its wings cannot be seen, but it will not fall to the ground, like an airplane.

Tired of flying, it stopped on a dry stem protruding from a clump of green grass on the bank, motionless.

It's a pity that he has never seen lotus root. If he had, Han Cheng would have recited the line The little lotus just showed its sharp horns, and the dragonfly stood on its head long ago, which made Yang Wanli's poem come out thousands of years ago.

This is much more powerful than the average historical traveler.

The small river is not all flat land, there are also some small hills. On the small hill closest to the tribe, there is a green smoke rising at this time, and Heiwa is busy here.