I am a Primitive Man

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Following the shout of the leader of the Green Tribe, a relatively sturdy male primitive man next to him showed joy on his face, and hurriedly stepped forward to take the pottery bowl containing broth from the leader.

Under the envious eyes of others, he moved to his mouth and took a sip.

He drank a bit too much in this sip, and the broth was just scooped out of the hot pot. His face was distorted but he was reluctant to vomit. After enduring it for a while, he finally couldn't stand the temperature and vomited it out.

While fanning wildly with his hands to his mouth, he kept sucking in cold air, and the sticking out tongue was glowing red, obviously scalded.

The leader of the Green Tribe snatched the bowl from this man angrily, and handed it to another man for him to taste.

When the primitive man saw the man who was still sticking out his tongue, he seemed a little afraid of the steaming bowl of soup in his hand. Seeing this, the leader of the Green Tribe suddenly remembered that the man hadn't gone to the previous happy meeting, so he held everyone together again. The bowl was taken from this man and given to a man who had been to the joy meeting.

The man didn't dare to neglect, he brought the bowl to his mouth with doubts and took a sip. It was fragrant and hot, and it felt okay.

only……?

He suddenly realized something, took another sip and tasted it, and looked at the leader who had been looking at him in surprise.

Seeing this, the leader of the Green Tribe still refused to believe it, and asked other people who had been to the Joy Club to taste it one by one, and everyone had the same reaction.

Looking at the tribal people who looked at him suspiciously and looked a little depressed, the leader of the green tribe was very hurt.

He circled back and forth around the big tank filled with broth, patting on the big tank from time to time, scratching his hair that had already scratched a lot of green leaves, full of puzzlement.

It shouldn't be like this. If you are so serious about cooking by yourself, why does the broth taste the same as the one cooked in a pottery bowl? I have obviously changed the big pottery, huh?

He carefully recalled the cooking steps of the neighboring wealthy tribe that he secretly wrote down during the Happy Meeting, and he didn't find anything missing.

This made him even more distressed. He didn't expect that he brought back all the big vats that the tribe was using for cooking, but the taste was still far inferior to that tribe.

I can't figure out where the problem is for the time being, but looking at the people who looked very hungry looking at the big tank, the leader of the Green Tribe decided to eat the broth before thinking about anything else.

No spoon with a long handle,

You can only drink the soup with a bowl first, and eat the meat last, and take turns...

Have!

The leader of the Green Tribe who drank a stomachful of soup suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

The tribe used fish to cook the soup, but this time I used animal meat, which is different, so the taste is very different, so I will try it with fish after waiting...

Stab, stab

The leader of the green tribe, who drank a lot of fish soup and didn't eat two pieces of meat, squatted on the ground with a sad face, scratching his hair vigorously with his hands, and the green leaves fell off in a rustle.

He looked at the clay pot, and wanted to ask it what he should do so that it would cook delicious soup.

%#FSR#...

A few days ago, on the way to the Qingque Tribe, when the leader of the Green Tribe was about to go back home when there was thick smoke, the person who persuaded him came over and said something to the leader of the Green Tribe.

The doubts on the face of the leader of the green tribe gradually disappeared. After thinking for a while, he took people out to hunt. Those spikes of grass around...

What happened in the Green Tribe, Han Cheng and the people of the Qingque Tribe didn't know, they were doing what their tribe should do according to their own rhythm.

A flame rose up, and the smoke slowly dispersed towards the surroundings.

There are very few people watching the fire nearby, and most of them are working hard to clear the ground not too far away.

Strong people use bone shovels to dig the soil, and some half-grown children and thinner women use wooden sticks tied with stones or follow behind with a wooden stick to break up large pieces of soil.

This process was a bit delicate. Han Cheng told them not to wander around in the field. They stood in one place, smashed all the large pieces of soil that could be knocked in front of them, took a big step forward, and then repeated the previous actions.

This is done to minimize overturned ground.

The ground that has just been turned over has relatively moist and fluffy soil, and stepping on it will make the soil there hard.

Although it can't reach the level before it has been turned over, it is much stronger than the surrounding places that have not been stepped on.

In order to keep the overturned land from being trampled as little as possible, Han Cheng made the lame a tool for knocking soil clods, and at the same time, he extended the wooden handle as much as possible while considering whether it would be hard for people to hold the tool.

In this way, when people stand in one place, they can knock more clods of soil.

A few acres of rapeseed fields had been turned over and large chunks of soil were smashed up.

Han Chengzheng was holding a pottery bowl in one hand, and with the other hand, he picked up the slippery dark brown rapeseed from it, and sprinkled it around from between his fingers, walking forward as he sprinkled it.

There was another light rain the day before yesterday, and the soil moisture was very good, which is suitable for planting rapeseed.

Behind Han Cheng, followed by the balloon, holding a wooden rake in the balloon's hand, stretching out and pulling back the rake in the back, the thin rake teeth picked up a layer of broken soil, Leaving fine furrows, it looks like a father who doesn't know how to comb his hair left marks on his daughter's head.

The soil brought up by the rake covered the rapeseed that fell into the soil and disappeared, and also disappeared the footprints trampled by Han Cheng and the balloon.

The method of making the ground rake is roughly the same as the previous rake that was specially used on the wheat threshing floor.

The difference between the two is that the teeth of the ground rake are thinner, denser and less than half the length of the teeth of the rake, and the arc is not as large.

This is done to prevent the rake from sinking in too much and trapping too much soil.

After all, the soil is no more than a light and fluffy rape stalk. If it sinks too deep, it will be too hard to pull it up.

In the distance, where the fire and smoke are burning, is the farmland that the Qingque Tribe is planning to expand again.

The farmland there is prepared for the planting of millet, the new crop of the Qingque tribe, in the coming year.

In the first year, turn the field over, dry it in the sun, freeze it for a while, and turn it over again when planting millet in the second year, which is much better than reclaiming and planting the field now.

At this time of the previous year, the people of the Qingque tribe were busy picking fruits and doing everything possible to store food to prepare for the coming cold winter.

This year, they didn't panic at all, because with the existence of fish cages, rabbit sets and salt, they had already stored enough food.

This tribe, which has been changing its living habits since Han Cheng came over, is now on the road to farming.