I am a Primitive Man

The breeze blows, the wind chimes under the eaves jingle, and the lazy spring sun shines down, warming the body.

Han Cheng sat at the foot of the south wall, holding a stick in his hand, and looked carefully in front of his eyes. His eyes were a little blurred, but he didn't see anything wrong with the stick.

He rubbed his sore eyes, and put the stick back in the clay basin at his feet.

The clay pot is dry, and there are some yellow and tender leaves in it, which are the newly drawn mulberry leaves this year.

He has never forgotten about the silkworms. Even if the silkworms are raised according to the current technical means, it is basically impossible to turn the thin silk into gorgeous silk, but Han Cheng never gave up raising silkworms. silkworm thoughts.

The current silkworms are still relatively primitive, and there is still a long way to go before they become mature silkworms. In this case, we should raise them on a small scale for the time being.

Not to make silk, but to breed silkworms that can produce bigger, just cocoons.

Compared with the improvement of weaving technology, the evolution of silkworm cocoons is undoubtedly more difficult, requiring long-term cultivation from generation to generation.

It will be too late to start cultivating silkworms when the means of weaving reach the level where silk can be used to weave silk.

Sitting here and waiting for a while, but still seeing silkworm larvae coming out of the silkworm seeds, Han Chengcheng put the small clay pot on the window sill and walked out of the courtyard.

Outside the Qingque Tribe, it was a busy labor scene at this time.

The people headed by the elder brother, after a winter at this time, are digging something with a bone shovel on the ground that looks a lot softer.

They are not digging, they are digging holes.

The place where the pit was dug was on the east side of the Qingque tribe, in a clearing at the border with the forest, and beside the small river a little far away from the Qingque tribe.

These pits are dug almost every two meters.

Don't wonder why the digging is so accurate, because the lame lame is measuring with a two-meter-long stick.

These pits extend from the small river in the south to the foot of the mountain two or three miles away.

There are two rows of such pits.

Someone was digging a hole in front, and Shang behind picked up a small sapling and put it in the dug hole.

According to Shenzi's previous demonstration, he straightened the saplings, and Liang on the side used a bone shovel to seal in the piled soil on the edge of the pit, and stepped on it as hard as possible with his feet.

After doing this, they took the bone shovel and the saplings, walked to the next pit, and then repeated the previous action.

Ruhua walked all the way from the river with a load of water, walked to the newly planted saplings, and put down the load.

Hold the rope on the pot with one hand, lift the bottom of the pot with the other, point the mouth of the pot at the hole where the newly planted tree is, and slowly tilt it down.

Cool, white water slipped out of the jug and fell into the tree hole.

Sometimes, when a jar of water is completely emptied, there will be one or two small fish jumping at the bottom of the jar.

If it was in the past, in the original tribe, Ruhua would have been very happy to secretly hide the little fish in her hand, find an opportunity where no one else could see, stuff the little fish into her mouth, and chew nervously while sincerely I feel lucky today.

But now, she would no longer do such a thing.

Three meals a day, every meal is full, and she is used to this kind of life. Looking back, she doesn't know how she survived and grew up so big...

Ruhua is very careful in watering, sometimes seeing the saplings crooked, she will stop to straighten the saplings.

Like everyone else in the tribe, as long as the Son of God gave her orders, she would carry them out without any hesitation.

This sapling is not a miscellaneous tree, but a fruit tree that the tribesmen dug from the surroundings in the past few days.

After Ruhua confirmed that the saplings would not be crooked, she let go of her hands, treating these saplings with great care.

When she was doing this, the scene that Miko described a few days ago would involuntarily appear in her mind——

The wind blows gently, the branches and leaves sway slightly, and the strong fruity fragrance fills the entire courtyard along with the wind.

Not far from the courtyard, the planted fruit trees have grown up, and the branches are bent down due to the hanging fruits.

You don't need to run all the way to pick the fruit, you can easily get the fruit when you walk out of the courtyard...

This scene is mesmerizing just thinking about it.

At the same time, I was thinking, why didn’t I know how to plant fruit trees in the wild near the tribe?

Balloon didn't take part in the tree planting activity, he had other things to do.

He was squatting on the edge of the rapeseed field, and he was inserting many sticks about five centimeters long into the turned soil.

The stick was not fully inserted, and one or two spores that did not grow leaves were exposed outside.

He was doing it seriously, and he didn't quite understand what Shenzi said, that these sticks would grow into trees in time.

They are all sticks, how can they grow into trees?

Han Cheng came over to look at it for a while, then pulled out the sticks on which the balloon was inserted upside down and inserted it again.

This is a nursery he is trying to open up. The main plants are mulberry trees, and there are also some fruit trees. Whether these fruit trees can grow or not is unknown to Han Cheng.

Most of the fruits at this time are not as delicious as those in later generations.

Fruits with small cores and lots of flesh are heresy, while thick skins, less flesh, large cores, and bad taste are the mainstream.

It can be understood after thinking about it. After all, the fruits eaten by later generations have gone through many generations and how many cultivation techniques have been used to finally form. Naturally, they are much stronger than the original and pure wild ones now.

Han Cheng doesn't know much about fruit tree cultivation. One is grafting, and the other is the selection of seeds from generation to generation, just like the cultivation of rapeseed.

But no matter what, this matter needs to be explored and tried. If you explore a lot, you will gradually gain experience.

Someone! Someone!

The people standing on the east wall were shouting loudly.

In fact, before he yelled, the elder brother who was leading people to dig a hole in the east had discovered the visitor first.

Because this group of people came from the forest in the east.

After a short period of tension, he calmed down quickly. The people who came were from the donkey tribe, not the enemy.

Han Cheng was a little surprised, it was just spring, why did people from the donkey tribe come here? Did you give them less salt before?

After confirming the identity of the visitor, the senior brother asked Sha and others to put away the bow.

Brother Sha and the others were very vigilant, and they also carried bows and arrows when they came out to dig holes.

The leader of the donkey tribe looked at the bent wood carried by the people of this tribe, full of puzzlement.

Using such bent wood as a weapon, I really don't know what this wealthy tribe thinks, but it still takes it seriously.

In his opinion, the crooked wood is far less lethal than the bone-sharded wooden sticks held by other people in this tribe.