From Chief to Ball

After finishing speaking, he scratched his head and said, "I'm not afraid of being tired. Compared with hunting, it's almost tiring. It's just...you can see deer and sheep in front of you when you're hunting, but I can do this right before my eyes." See the grass. And you see so much grass, do we have to cut it off?"

Indeed, it has been mowing for two days, and the clansmen don't know when it will end. The most important thing is that they haven't seen the benefits of planting yet.

The clansmen were all looking forward to Chen Jian's answer. Chen Jian checked visually, and he had mowed a lot in the past two days.In fact, it will take two days to mow the lawn.These lands that are ready for intensive cultivation need to be prepared in advance, and those lands that are prepared for rough fire, there is still time to burn them after autumn arrives.

Humans are not machines, and it doesn't mean that they will execute orders meticulously. There are too many things to consider, and it takes three days to lose their energy, which is rare.

Putting himself in the situation, Chen Jian felt that if he didn't know the benefits of planting, he might not be able to bear it in two days.

He stood up, looked into the distance, pointed to a small tree not too far away and said: "Well, let's work there in the afternoon. Whoever finishes working will go back to rest first. When the sun sets, we have to line up."

The clansmen followed his fingers to see that the tree was not too far away, and it was much shorter than the previous cut. The only thing they didn't understand was whoever finished the work should rest?Shouldn't this life belong to everyone?

But after thinking about it, I felt right.Since it is everyone's work, everyone must do the same amount. Everyone starts from here, and the grass is cut when they reach the tree.

Thinking of going to the river to soak in the water comfortably after work, it must be very comfortable. It would be even better if there is a little apricot wine, but it is a pity that Jian said nothing to drink.

This distance is not too far away. A few people with better physical strength have already stood up and started cutting with the stone scythe. The rest decided to rest for a while. Anyway, they have hope and feel much more relaxed. It is better than not being able to see the edge at a glance. powerful.

Some people work fast, some people work slowly, but in primitive society, the only way is absolute egalitarianism, because there is nothing to reward.The only good things that can be handed out are not means of production, but daily necessities, and they have been awarded as Olympic gold medals.

As long as everyone does about the same amount of work, it's fine if the efficiency is low. Anyway, there is enough time.

After the harvest next year, the enthusiasm of the clansmen will be high. There is no doubt about it. If there is no hope, unless there is no prediction, everyone will fall into powerlessness.

Chen Jian rested for a while, the first few tribesmen had already cut down a large area, and the people behind followed suit.

"Follow up, Jian, I'll finish it early and wait for you to play the flute."

Song shouted in front, and Chen Jian followed behind with a stone sickle, waving his hands vigorously, the stone has been dyed green by grass leaves.

After a few knives, Chen Jian heard a slight cry, and looked down, a little bird nesting in the grass was scratched by the stone knife.

He knelt down and picked up the little thing that hadn't grown up yet and was hit by the flying catastrophe, obviously it couldn't live anymore.

Pink blood flowed from the pale yellow mouth, his body twitched slightly, and he stared at Chen Jian with wide eyes.

He sighed, he had killed many deer and a few pigs, but when he held this fluffy little thing in his hand, it still touched the softness of his heart.

When he was about to dig a hole to bury it, Yuqian'er's cry came from behind him. Chen Jian hurriedly threw the little bird into the haystack far away, fearing that his sister would see it.Probably the heart that Yuqian'er can touch is far softer than this little bird.

"Brother, brother, my mother told me to tell you to go back. They dug up a lot of leeks, onions, gourds, and mustard greens. I saw that they were all dug up by the root as you said. Tell you to go back and see what happened. Plant it."

"Ah."

Chen Jian shouted to the people in front again: "Go back to rest after cutting."

The clansmen turned their backs to him and waved at him. He put down his sickle and followed Yu Qian'er back to the village.

The vegetables that had been dug up from afar lowered their heads listlessly, and some of the land on the edge of the village had been dug up for the purpose of growing vegetables.

Dig up the ground with bone plows, and bury the slender and dense roots of leeks, followed by people stepping on it with their feet, and then watering it with earthenware pots.

Leek has tenacious vitality. As long as the roots are alive, they will grow year after year, crop after crop, just like the barricades of Paris in the [-]th century in the previous life, which will never be destroyed.

A ditch was dug with a hoe, and the onion was placed at an angle, buried above the white of the onion, filled with soil and trampled firmly.

The gourds were all transplanted near the eating shed, and they were allowed to grow on the wood. Many were planted in front of the house. In the future, the wood will be a natural shade shed.

The cultivation is simple, but it has a different effect.Yu Qian'er looked at the straight vegetable bed, which was exactly the sense of order she liked, so her eyes were bent into the moon, and she carefully watered the clay pot, straightening those that were crooked to one side.

After finishing all this work, a group of people at the foot of the mountain came back carrying the stone sickle.Not one by one, but back together.

Song shouted at Chen Jian from a distance: "It's all finished, and there's still a little more to cut. Although the stone civet cat runs fast, it's really slow to mow the grass. We people have cut yours in a few strokes." , He hasn't finished cutting it yet, so he cut it again."

The stone civet cat raised its hand aggrievedly and said, "There is a lump on the handle of my sickle, and my hand is worn out..."

He raised his hand, and there was a big blood blister on his hand.It just seems aggrieved, but in fact it is a bit proud and proud.

Deliberately pouring the blood bubbles from the work on his hand towards the bluegrass that was being watered there.

That blood bubble is not scary, it is beautiful.

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There were no calluses on the hands, but calluses formed when the blood blisters burst. After several days of mowing grass, everyone's palms had a thick layer of calluses.

When the bleeding bubbles were finally stopped, the grass was also cut.Chen Jian looked at the grass lying on the ground, and estimated that it would be dried and burned in a few days.

Some good ones can be stored and fed to the sheep in winter. The hunting people have brought back several live sheep.

Sheep eat cheap grass. If you give it a bunch of grass, it may not eat it. Instead, it will gnaw on those difficult grass roots, or trample the hay to pieces, so you need to prepare more.

While looking down at the grass, he pulled his arm loosely and said, "Someone is coming."

Looking up, a few people came out of the grass in the distance, obviously they were not members of his clan.

But the clansmen were just curious, not nervous or vigilant, because these people in the distance wore their hair in buns like them, and although they were scattered, they could still see the embryonic form.

"It's from another tribe."

"Yes, it seems that we are going to welcome the first batch of guests."

"guest?"

The clansmen probably understood the word, but they rarely communicated in the past, and it can be said that almost no guests came.

"Go, go meet them, I'll go back and prepare."

Song led a few people to meet him, and made a sound of greeting, and the other side also let out a cry of woo-la-la.

Chen Jian returned to the village first, where several women were cooking, and Yu Qian'er was sharing the fish that the two clans caught today.

A few people also noticed the few people at the bottom of the mountain, and the clansmen looked at them curiously. Except when they went to the top of the mountain for gatherings in spring, they rarely saw people from other clans, and they were very excited.

"Where's the old grandmother? Where's Aunt Shitou?"

"Washing vegetables by the water, brother, you said those people came to exchange things?"

"Well, let's go and find the old grandmother with me."

The two arrived by the stream and talked about the situation. Chen Jian said, "Many people will definitely come. Arrange for them to stay at night. Our tribe has two rooms vacant, and you should also have one vacant over there." Grandma , this is a big event, you go and arrange it and prepare some food."

The old grandmother also felt that this was an unusual thing, because she had never encountered such a situation before. Occasionally, when hunting, she would meet in the wilderness, and they would talk to each other and then go back to their respective homes.

The two patriarchs put down their things and went to work. Chen Jian and Yu Qian'er said: "Look at how many things we can exchange, take the bark and follow me to remember. When exchanging, we must clearly distinguish between us Yes, it’s still from the Stone Clan, don’t make a mistake.”

It was the first time I heard my brother say it so solemnly, Yu Qian'er nodded, and said with a smile: "It's unmistakable, they don't have many things to exchange, and I will tell Aunt Shitou every time I divide things."