I am a Primitive Man

Under the eaves, several black elves from the south were chirping and discussing with each other where to build a new home.

Some people wanted to use bows and arrows to let these birds who dared to occupy a place under the eaves of their tribe show the inviolability of the Qingque tribe, but Han Cheng stopped them.

The little swallow wearing a floral dress is a kind of beneficial insect, so it is best not to do a lot of harm.

And according to the legend, the swallow is a kind of auspicious bird. Building a nest under the eaves of the house proves that the family is prone to good luck.

How could there be such a saying in the old days that Wang Xietang's Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people?

The top-notch family has fallen, lost luck, and the auspicious bird like the swallow, which loves the old nest, has also abandoned it...

Of course, this is just a way of saying that it is a good start, and this matter cannot be taken too seriously.

Not only did Han Cheng not allow anyone to harm these black elves, after he discovered that the swallows had started to build their nests under the eaves, Han Cheng also planted two tall poles not far away with his own hands. It's too thick a rope.

Swallows tired from flying stand on this line and comb their feathers, reflected in the warm sky, like a few musical notes jumping on the stave.

Looking up at these, Han Cheng felt something familiar.

Bai Xuemei, who was standing by the side, was watching with her small face up. The peach blossoms that were not in full bloom were as beautiful, and she was shaking her braid. She didn't understand why Brother Cheng was so engrossed in watching it...

Bang bang bang...

Wow...

A series of voices sounded in the long-established orchard of the Qingque Tribe, shaking the flying flowers all over the ground.

Under the worried eyes of Wu and the others, many branches of these fruit trees had been cut off, some of which were thicker than the mouth of a bowl.

Over the past few years, the annual fruit output of this naturally formed orchard has been gradually decreasing.

Fortunately, they don't rely on this fruit to survive the winter now, otherwise, this matter will be really embarrassing for the witch and the elder brother.

In an accidental mention, the Son of God knew about this, and said that he had a way to make the fruit tree bear more fruit again.

At this time, it is not yet time to plant millet,

The rapeseed has only just begun to stalk, and some yellow flowers are occasionally exposed, and it has not yet reached the season of vigorous blooming. At this time, the Qingque tribe is relatively idle.

So in the mood of following Shenzi to see the rarity, many people brought tools and followed Shenzi to this orchard, wanting to see how Shenzi used heaven-defying means to make these fruit trees bear more fruit.

As a result, the method of waiting is so simple and rude that even primitive people can't look down on it.

Just one word - chop!

After coming here, the Great Son of God didn't show the slightest pity to these blooming or budding fruit trees, and directly launched the method of killing flowers.

He used a relatively sharp piece of stone to draw lines on some branches of these fruit trees, and asked people to cut off the branches along the lines he drew, or saw them off with a saw.

The method was extremely cruel, and some fruit trees shrunk by two-thirds directly after being handled by him!

Looking at the fallen flowers all over the ground and the many broken branches on the ground, Wu and the senior brother couldn't help but twitch in their hearts.

Is this the way to increase the yield of fruit trees?

So many branches have been lost, so where can the production increase go?

Not only will it not increase, the biggest possibility is that it will also reduce production...

Just looking at Shenzi who is full of confidence and constantly paddling on the fruit tree with the stone in his hand, they muttered again in their hearts.

Except for the canned food that accidentally turned into wine, Miko didn't seem to have made any mistakes in other things.

It is also because there is such a precedent, so they did not speak hastily, but held the idea of ​​​​seeing the results in time.

Of course, another more important reason is that the tribe does not count on this orchard to survive.

Under such circumstances, the Son of God can do whatever he wants with this orchard.

Han Cheng stood here and looked at this sturdy peach tree with a lot of peach gum on it for a while, and decisively drew marks on several branches.

The tree is so old, if you don't clean up and prune some branches, how can it bear much fruit?

The roots of trees absorb more nutrients, but not enough to transport them to the trunk.

Pruning this orchard was not a whim of Han Cheng's.

In the past, with the abundance of other foods, the proportion of fruits in the Qingque tribe's food composition has indeed decreased, and it has dropped sharply.

However, with the appearance of fruit wine and vinegar, which seemed to be a little bit redundant, they have come into play again.

On New Year's Eve, many people in the Qingque tribe experienced the wonderful feeling of drifting away from the wine that didn't taste very good at the beginning, so they were very enthusiastic about making wine.

Millet is too precious to the Qingque tribe, and it is impossible to use it to make wine.

So the final idea still falls on these fruits.

Moreover, Han Cheng is going to study canned food again, which also requires a lot of fruit.

I just don't know if I will be like that guy, who can't make canned food well, but instead makes wine more and more delicious.

Han Cheng thought helplessly.

With these many demands, it becomes a very necessary thing to prune the fruit trees and increase the yield.

In this matter, Bugs Bunny, who was intentionally cultivated by Han Cheng in this area, participated the most.

The branches of these fruit trees that have been cut down will be used as firewood after time has dried.

It’s just that I haven’t encountered duck so far. If there is such a thing, it should have little taste when roasted with fruit branches.

When Han Cheng and the others were dealing with the orchard, the grassroots who were in a good mood stretched out their arms to embrace the warm spring breeze.

After a difficult winter, the grass root has lost a lot of weight, and the whole person is a little out of shape, as if a gust of wind can blow him away.

But he was still very happy, because he was not eaten by his tribe in the end, and he was still alive.

Not only him, but the other three people who had the same experience as him also got good results.

On the one hand, this is due to their tireless efforts to find all kinds of food that can be used to satisfy their hunger. On the other hand, it is the tribe that brought them the gospel.

If it wasn't for the last moment, when the dark-looking tribe came and gave them that precious thing called clay pot that could be used to boil soup into hot water, they still couldn't get rid of the fate of being eaten .

They can get these just by using some useless furs, and the grassroots are naturally very happy.