I am a primitive

Thinking about this kind of thing has always played an extremely important role in the evolution of human beings.

Han Cheng smiled and gave a thumbs up to the wood that was sweeping the rapeseed with a broom.

Mu Mu's mood also became extremely happy, it seems that what he thought was right.

Thinking this way, he became more energetic. After he found that the rapeseed caught in the broom would roll down on the cleaned ground, he slowed down and remembered picking up the rapeseed with a wooden fork just now. At that time, with the method taught by Shenzi, I just felt a flash of inspiration in my mind. While slowing down, every time I swept, the broom would shake.

After scanning twice in this way, it was found that no more rapeseed was entrained, and the smile on Mu Mu's face became stronger.

Life is like this, there are countless little skills that need to be discovered and mastered, and passed down.

After sweeping for a while, Wood frowned again, because with his movements, the rapeseeds in front had piled up into a thick layer, which could not be swept with a broom.

After Han Cheng saw this scene, he smiled, because he, the god son, had another chance to show off in front of Mu Mu and them.

Thinking for his own amusement, he took the rake from the balloon, and motioned for the balloon and the wood to watch him demonstrate.

Han Cheng turned the rake over, with the nine curved tines facing upwards, touching the thick layer of rapeseed and finer debris swept by the wood, holding the handle of the rake with both hands and facing forward push.

Things that couldn't be shaken with a broom, had little resistance in front of the rake, and were pushed forward by Han Cheng.

There was a half-meter-wide gap where the rake passed, and only a thin layer of rapeseed remained here...

Both Wood and Balloon's eyes lit up. Wood didn't think that this problem could be solved in this way, while Balloon discovered a new way of raking.

After Han Cheng made a demonstration, he handed the rake to the balloon who was eager to try, and then became the hands-off shopkeeper.

The next picture is very harmonious. The balloon is in front of the rake pushing the rapeseed to the middle of the threshing field, and the wood is following behind with a broom to sweep the thin layer left behind. Behind them, It is a clean scene.

This scene is very reminiscent of the busy couple in the threshing field in later generations.

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"hu~hu~"

Wood, who was praised by Han Cheng, was very motivated. After gathering all the rapeseeds into a big pile, he started to swing back and forth with the broom, and the wind brought out the fine impurities on the rapeseed pile. .

Mu Mu was doing this, with some anticipation in his heart, wanting to be praised by the Son of God.

Shenzi did this last year, and he remembered it very clearly.

Soon, the tiny impurities on the pile of rapeseeds flew away, leaving only clean rapeseeds.

Mu Mu felt that he was very capable, after all, he cleaned so much at once.

Mu Mu's mood was quickly replaced by furrowed brows, because the son of God came over, and casually scratched his hand on the clean rapeseed pile, and a lot of impurities came out again.

Wood hurriedly fanned it with a broom.

But this time he learned to be smart. Before Han Cheng could make a move, he pulled it himself first. As a result, the rapeseed pile that looked clean turned out to be dirty.

"Son of God."

This guy who doesn't like talking very much looked at Han Cheng as if asking for help and opened his mouth.

For grinding stone tools, he has enough patience to do it, but he is a little at a loss when he doesn't know much about rapeseed. After all, unknown things are always easy to cause people's panic and uneasiness.

Han Cheng walked under the gate and felt it. The early summer wind felt cool on his body.

Then he waved to the wood that had started to fan the rapeseed pile with a broom again, and asked him to come over and clean up the area under the gate.

After sweeping the wood clean, he looked at Shenzi, wanting to get a new solution from Shenzi.

Just now I got the balloon that Han Cheng ordered to run back to the cave to get the clay pots, and ran over holding two clay pots.

He put the clay pot on the ground, and then looked at Miko, wanting to see how Miko planned to use this seemingly irrelevant thing to clean the rapeseed.

Han Cheng didn't keep them waiting. He filled a small earthen pot with half a can of rapeseed mixed with impurities and went to the gate. He stood sideways and let the gate out to avoid the wind. .

Then lift the jug up to chest level and start leaning.

The rapeseed inside forms a thin line and slides down to the ground, and the weightless impurities are blown away by the wind, so they can no longer be mixed in the rapeseed to make up for it.

At the beginning, the falling rapeseeds were bouncing, but as the number of falling rapeseeds gradually increased, and a round bun shape gathered on the ground, they could not roll far away.

The wood and the balloon watched the miraculous scene together, admiring but also a little enlightened.

Mu Mu squatted down, stretched out his hand and carefully picked up the pile of rapeseed gathered under Shenzi's feet, and the rapeseed that came out was also clean...

Han Cheng looked at the wood and balloons standing on both sides of the gate, each holding a clay pot to pour rapeseed down, and shook his head slightly.

It's not that the two of them didn't do a good job, but that it would be more convenient and quicker to use a sieve for this job, especially when there is no wind.

It's just that the current Qingque tribe can't make a decent sieve, mainly because of the lack of raw materials.

Tree sticks can indeed replace bamboo to weave many things, but the tree sticks seem powerless to sieve.

The main reason is that the branches are too thick, and there is no way to weave fine meshes.

If it is split into very thin ones, it does not have the toughness of bamboo, and it will break if it is slightly folded. There is no way to weave it.

Nowadays, the tribe grows less food, and they can still make do with the current method. When the time comes when more food is planted, it will not be like the current situation.

Han Cheng sighed deeply, there are too many things to do!This time, bamboo will be added to the small book.

When the setting sun was about to set, the pile of rapeseeds was finally finished. They were neatly piled up here, weighing more than 100 catties.

Ordinarily, it shouldn't be until now. The main reason is that the wind is really too embarrassing, intermittent and intermittent.

The cleaned rapeseed was transported back to the cave one by one in clay pots by wood, and packed in large tanks, more than half of which.

Han Cheng estimated some harvests, and shook his head involuntarily. This mu of land is estimated to barely cover eighty or ninety catties, and this is just wet rapeseed that has just been felled. If it is dried in the sun, it can weigh seventy catties. Already very good.

With the subsequent expansion and growth, this yield will be further reduced, because these rapeseeds are carefully cared for, especially the fertilizers are fully applied.

Later, the production expanded, and it was obviously impossible to think about such care.

Han Cheng was melancholy, but Wu was extremely happy, looking at the rapeseed in the big vat with grinning teeth.

Of course he was happy. Last year, Shenzi only planted a crock of rapeseed, and the tribe has such a large piece of rapeseed. From last year until this year, they have not eaten less.

If all these rapeseeds are planted this year, how many rapeseeds will my tribe have by then?Wu was a little afraid to imagine.

Looking at the smiling Wu, Han Cheng couldn't help sniffling his nose. The output would be left to future generations, and the people who farmed the land would definitely be frowning. After all, they couldn't even earn money for pesticides and fertilizers...

Thinking of this, Han Cheng smiled helplessly. He couldn't keep comparing with later generations. Such output is indeed good now. After all, no matter in terms of pesticides, fertilizers, varieties, etc., it is far inferior to later generations...

take it easy!