From Chief to Ball

After filtering, there is not much of these apricot wines per person.

The first three bowls respect the ancestors, and the remaining bowls are shared with each other. The yellow liquid has different tastes because of different jars.

The taste is tempting, but none of the clansmen drank it. They held it stupidly, as if they were waiting for Chen Jian to say something.On the contrary, Chen Jian was amused, staring at the raised pottery bowl, looking at the sweat stains on the faces of those clansmen who had just had a good time, feeling indescribably happy.

So he picked up the bowl and shouted: "For our better life, drink."

"drink!"

The clansmen raised their heads and swallowed the turbid wine, and many of them stared at the jars that had only residue left, but unfortunately there was nothing left.

Yu Qian'er pursed her lips and said, "It's sweet, spicy, and a little sour. It doesn't taste good at all."

Chen Jian laughed heartily, grabbed her bowl, and drank it in one gulp.

A few jars of muddy wine made the clansman's hilarity last for a long time...

The joyful sounds of the village by the Cao River could not be heard very far. The rest of the tribes did not know what happened by the Cao River today, but they knew that the moon was full last night.

At the meeting on the top of the mountain, Chen Jian promised that after the next moon is full, he can exchange that weird pottery ring for clay pots and bowls, and he can also exchange for things they want.

More than a dozen clay pots and bowls in the tribe, as well as bows, arrows and slings, have changed their lives, and these things have become indispensable in life inadvertently.

With bows and arrows, the tribe eats more and has more time to learn one, two, three, four on clay tablets.With clay pots, the clansman learned to boil the tuber fern root.

In the past, the days before the various fruits ripened were difficult, but now they are much easier.If you don’t have clay pots, you can’t cook it. It’s already hard to eat raw grass seeds after you’re used to boiled ones.

Finally, when the full moon came, all the tribes sent people, carrying the things they wanted to exchange, and set off towards the village by the river.

Today's life is much better than before, and they dare not imagine what kind of life the people of Chen Jian's tribe live.

With a bit of anticipation and apprehension, with the eager gazes of the clansmen, and with the exhortations of their mothers and grandmothers, these people carried wicker baskets filled with strange stones of various colors, containing wild beast cubs that were hard to catch, and went to In exchange for those clay pots and bowls that changed their lives.

Black, white, green, yellow... all kinds of stones are very heavy in the wicker baskets, and every step is strenuous, but they dare not throw away any of them. These are all clay pots that can be exchanged Great stuff in clay bowls.

Before they left, they combed their hair carefully by the stream, because the tribe had told them that they would only exchange with those who agreed with one ancestor.

Now my hair is messy and sticky with sweat, so I miss that magical soap again.

In the past, the once-a-year gathering for reproduction has changed because of these things that never appeared.

Because of the change, it is even more unimaginable.

"What is their life like?"

Everyone who was carrying a wicker basket on the road was thinking about this question, but they couldn't figure it out.

What is a house?Why do they have so many fish?How did the pots come out?What do the two tribes who followed them to the river look like now?

Chapter 38 Beauty

People who carry stones on a long journey can't imagine how well they live, and naturally they can't imagine how much sweat they sweat.

On a peach moon day, the sun is like a pottery fire, and sweat is constantly evaporating from the body.The grass leaves and branches lie listlessly on the ground, and even the cicadas' cries are muffled as if separated by a wall.

Chen Jian really wanted to wipe the sweat off his face with a towel, but unfortunately he didn't have one, so he could only wipe it with the back of his hand, and it hurt so much that it rubbed into his eyes.

The pine next to him straightened up, pointed to a small tree not far away and said, "Jian, let's rest there."

Chen Jian leaned on a long-handled stone sickle, built a pergola with his hands, looked at the somewhat distorted space covered by steam, nodded and shouted at the dozens of people who were working: "Go there and have a rest, drink some water." .”

Behind them was a piece of cut grass, extending from the black and white flag at the entrance of the village, and the air was filled with the unique faint fragrance of grass juice.

Since they are going to be a farming nation, the land must be cultivated.Even slash-and-burn farming is not easy, and setting fire in summer will not light it at all.

We can only take the tribe to mow down the chest-high grass with a long-handled stone sickle, expose it to the sun, and then set it on fire.

One is to kill insects, and the other is that plant ash is now the only source of potassium fertilizer. Potassium fertilizer is easily soluble in water. Only in desert areas can there be mineral-forming potassium fertilizer. Don't even think about it now.

The land he chose was near the outskirts of the village, not too far away.The stems and leaves of crops are a great temptation for those herbivores.They don't think that the people of the tribe poured it out with sweat, but they think it tastes good, delicious and sweet.

The outskirts of the village are mostly weeds now, which can be regarded as a meadow. The land is very fertile and there are few trees, which is just right for it.

The woods are not good, so they can only be burned by slash-and-burn farming. After a few years of planting, the land has no fertility and has to be thrown away.Because the tree has roots, it is impossible for the fire to burn the roots of the tree, so there is no way to form a ridge, and it can only sow seeds all over the sky.

The result of sowing seeds all over the sky is to plant one and reap three. If you want everyone in the village to eat the staple food, at least six or seven thousand mu of land is needed, and the result is even more frightening. The result is 40 square meters, two kilometers long, two kilometers wide.

Looking around, there is enough land, and it is all good soil, but Chen Jian hopes that two steps will be in place.It is necessary not only to burn wasteland on a large scale to prepare for shortages, but also to cultivate the land intensively to produce some fertile fields as soon as possible.

Now that there are no cattle, we can only wait for a fire to plow the ground with a stone hoe, which is definitely inefficient.

But eyes are fools, hands are heroes, there is nothing he can't do.

The power of people is far stronger than I imagined. The record of reclaiming wasteland with a hoe is in Nanniwan. Someone used a hoe to dig out five acres of land in one day.And if the cow is used to death in a hot day, it is only twice the number. It is too hot, and the cow will lie down, and it will not move when you hit it, and it will push people when it is anxious.

Chen Jian felt that neither he nor his clansmen could compare with those strong men against the sky, and they didn't have the tools at their fingertips, but it was always possible for a light and strong man to drive seven or eight points a day.

100 people open [-] to [-] mu of land every day, and there are still two or three months before the time for autumn sowing. After deducting the rain, burning bricks, digging pottery kilns, and ten-day rest, no matter what, they will be able to produce [-] mu of land by then.

The most important thing is that once and for all after it is opened, there are struvite and plant ash, and the yield per mu should be able to reach sixty to seventy catties.

Moreover, the grass on it is not the kind of intertwined thorns, and the soil can be turned out directly with a hoe, and it is not that difficult to cooperate with the upper bone.

While thinking about it, he waved the stone scythe vigorously. Obviously the tree was not far away, but it seemed that he couldn't reach it anyway.

I tried my best to mobilize everyone's enthusiasm, and talked about some topics to distract everyone's attention. When I finally got under the tree, everyone was half lying on the ground, regardless of the buzzing gadfly and horsefly.

He didn't have labor protection gloves, and he felt blood blisters on his hands. Chen Jian picked it up with thorns, panting heavily.

A few people lay down by the creek not far away, stuck their heads into the water like animals, and drank again when they were still thirsty. They drank until their stomachs swayed and swayed, and the water would come out after a belch.

Wolf Pi shook his hands and asked, "Jian, how much grass do we need to mow?"

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, the clansmen gathered around.They heard from Chen Jian that they wanted to plant a kind of grass, which was said to be enough to eat.

Although they are tired of eating fish, they would rather eat fish than work.

"Jian, we have enough to eat now. We can hunt, fish, and catch more cubs to raise. Why do we have to mow the grass?"

Chen Jian lay in the shade of a tree, and said with a smile, "Are you all tired?"

Wolfpi smiled shyly, and said, "Yes."

"Then why didn't I see you asking this and that when building the house?"

"Building a house is not the same as this. You see, one day with mud, and the next day we can see the house is as tall as mine. But what about mowing the grass? When will we see the results?"