I am a Primitive Man

The arrival of the Green Tribe is just a small episode in the busy and tense autumn harvest of the Qingque Tribe.

After the Green Tribe left, the busy autumn harvest continued.

People are working with high tension. Although they are tired, the smiles on their faces are not diminished at all...

Shua, Shua, Shua...

The balloon vigorously shook something in his hand back and forth, and the thin grains of millet fell like rain, hitting the bare feet, itching and very comfortable.

After shaking back and forth like this for a while, I picked it up with my hands to see that there were no grains in it, only the chaff and some grain stalks were left, and then I stopped this action.

He went to the edge of the threshing floor and poured these things out, and then filled half of the untreated grains that had just been sifted through the sieve and walked here, and continued to shake them back and forth.

He couldn't put it down because of the tool that Shenzi called a bamboo sieve in his hand.

When there is no wind, use a bamboo sieve with a dustpan to process the millet that has just been crushed, and the speed should not be too fast.

This thing was made by the Son of God.

Turning his head to look at the god who was drying the millet in the scene barefoot, a wave of sincere admiration rose from the balloon's heart.

The Son of God is always able to use extremely ordinary materials to create extremely useful utensils, making things simpler, less labor-saving, and easier to do.

Without the various tools created by the Son of God, it would be impossible for them to plant and harvest so much food at once, even if they put in the effort!

Wow, wow...

Half of an ear is missing, and Chen has grown a lot taller. He holds a trapezoidal open wooden box made of wood in his hand, and shovels piles of dried millet.

The name of this strange wooden box is called '桬子', and it is specially used not to shovel the cleaned grain, and it can almost be as good as five or six shovels of a bone shovel at once.

Chen held the handle of the '硬子' in his hand, shoveled into the pile of millet, and then quickly pulled it out. There were already more than ten catties of millet in it.

Then he turned around and skillfully poured it into a big 椤头 wrapped in leather, and within a few strokes, the 椤头 was full.

The second senior brother who was waiting by the side,

Pick up the burden and go to the house.

In one part of the house, round millet can already be tied up, and the inside circle is all dried and freshly felled millet.

The second senior brother put down the burden, picked up a tree nut, exerted a little force on his hand, the tree tree came to his shoulder, tilted his hand, and the millet inside made a nice sound, and slipped into the tree... …

Wu is no longer licking the rabbit, he is always smiling all day, either helping here or there, he can't stop all day long.

Han Cheng advised him more than once to take a break and not to tire himself out, and Wudu agreed with a smile on his face, but he started busy again after he sat down for a while.

Han Cheng understood the joy in Wu's heart. Seeing him like this, he could only shake his head and smile helplessly, and then told others not to let Wu do too much work...

This kind of intense work lasted for twenty days and gradually came to an end.

For such a long time, the people of the Qingque tribe have all tightened their strings and dare not relax in the slightest.

Now that most of the millet has been packed and taken into the house, they can finally relax a little and don't have to rush like that.

Such hard work is not fruitless. The five houses originally reserved by the Qingque tribe to store grain are now filled with millet.

There is still a lot of millet that has no place to put it.

The people of the Qingque tribe have enough enthusiasm for these millets, and some people immediately said that they can put them in the house where they live, or pile them on the kang, and they don't mind sleeping on it.

After thinking about it, Han Cheng refused. God knows what the taste of these millet will be after a period of time like this...

The final decision was to free up a living room to store the extra grain.

You must know that the grain stalks of the Qingque tribe were only harvested once. The second and third times, compared with the first time, the harvested millet will be much less, but after all, the quantity is there, hundreds of acres The millet sticks from the ground can still produce a lot.

Looking at the few rooms full of millet, all the people in the tribe smiled sincerely, and a kind of peace of mind with grain in hand spread in everyone's heart.

After such a long period of continuous busy work, the people in the tribe have sunburned a lot and lost a lot of weight, but their spirits are very good.

Look at the room that was vacated later, there is not much grain in it, senior brother and some others feel a bit awkward, thinking that it should be filled with grain just like the other five houses, so they shouted Some people are going to mill the millet twice.

These guys are really hardworking.

Han Cheng thought so emotionally in his heart, but he also understood their feelings.

In the past, these people lived a precarious life with no next meal.

Now that there is an opportunity to lead to a better life, it is natural to hold on tightly and not let go...

The great development of the Qingque Tribe in the past few years is certainly guided by Han Cheng, a traverser, but if the big brother and the others don't work hard, but suffer hardships and fear tiredness, it is impossible to develop to the present level. possible.

Han Cheng stopped them with a smile, and announced that he would take a half-day off today, cook some delicious food, celebrate, and do the rest tomorrow.

He, the Son of God, said so, and the rest naturally obeyed.

So, it didn't take long for the people in the tribe to start talking and laughing to prepare for the evening banquet.

As dusk falls, the sun sets, and the western sky is covered with magnificent fire clouds.

The aroma of wine and meat began to spread in the large courtyard of the Qingque Tribe, which made people intoxicated.

Wu drank a little too much tonight, and talked a lot. He kept saying some joyful words, and finally came to the room where the grain was stored, hugging the door frame and crying loudly.

Such a big man, crying like a baby in one month.

Many people fell asleep not long after eating.

On the one hand, it's because I drank some wine, and on the other hand, I'm too tired...

In the room, Han Cheng was lying quietly on the bed with Bai Xuemei in his arms. There was a little joy in his heart, but more of it was a joy from the heart.

Through my own efforts, I can make life easier day by day, and let the people I care about around me live better. From a certain point of view, this is the meaning and value of human life.

This kind of thing that comes through hard work will make people feel happy and at ease.