I am a primitive

But because autumn is a harvest season!

He came to the primitive society and successfully became a son of a tribal god. He has already been tempered, and great changes have taken place in his values.

When something happens, the first thing that comes to mind is whether it is delicious or not, not whether it looks good or not.

Under such circumstances, it was too late for him to be happy when he encountered the harvest season of autumn, and he could not feel the emotion of "sorrow and loneliness" anyway.

Before Han Cheng led the people to the Red Tiger Tribe to slaughter the fat sheep, he made a lot of miscalculations.

For example, the difficulty of doing this thing, and the time it takes.

At the same time, the wrong estimate is the time it takes for rice to mature.

The result of such an estimate is that after he returned from the Red Tiger Tribe with his people, the rice planted in the tribe had not yet matured, and after waiting for a while, it was finally time to harvest.

Han Cheng was very happy about this miscalculation, after all, it allowed him to successfully participate in this harvest.

He was very happy to be able to participate in the harvest after he was busy last year.

Taking off the sandals made of flat animal skin ropes and wooden boards, Han Cheng, who rolled up his trousers and bare feet, was now on the ridge of the field.

He stretched out his hand and pulled a rice plant with its head down, picked some rice from it, peeled off the husk, and what was exposed was white rice.

The rice is very filling.

I don't know if it's because the tribe has adopted relatively intensive farming and taken good care of the rice, but the rice that Han Cheng just peeled off with his hands looks much bigger than the ones he saw before.

Such a discovery made Han Cheng laugh from ear to ear.

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Holding this rice grain which was obviously much larger than the previous rice grains in his hand, Han Chengle could not close his mouth from ear to ear.

Such a change is not obvious just by putting it on one grain or several bags of rice.

But if you put it on this large rice field, you will know how gratifying this change is!

The air is fresh in the morning, and the morning fog has not completely dissipated.

Some orange light and shadows appeared in the east where the sun was rising, which was very warm and made a lot of momentum for the coming sun.

Standing on the edge of the field and looking from a distance, you can see a bright canal flowing slowly among the patches of rice.

This canal is full of water throughout the year.

An early-rising water bird with a long neck stood beside the bright ditch, kept lowering its head, stretched out its long neck, and inserted its mouth and part of its neck into the bright ditch.

After plugging it in for a while, it will raise its head again, raise its neck and open its mouth, swallowing the caught fish and shrimp into its stomach.

Following its movements, water splashes were brought up, rolled down the water bird's smooth and slender neck, and landed in the ditch, causing little ripples.

This movement continued for a long time, and suddenly there were other changes.

This long-necked waterfowl stretched out its head to catch fish and shrimps by the side of the ditch. I don't know if it ate something wrong and suffered from indigestion.

It just took the head and part of the neck out of the ditch. The throat of the long neck was moving, and there were clusters of things rushing up.

Then the fish and shrimp that had just been eaten were spit out by it in balls, and fell into the ditch beside it, making circles and ripples.

Some of the fish and shrimps that had just been swallowed were not dead yet, they got out of the shackles, quickly ran away wagging their tails, got into the ditch and disappeared, and their movements were extremely fast.

Xiong Youer, who was standing not far from Han Cheng, saw this scene in his eyes.

I can't help but feel sorry for this long-necked waterfowl, who has worked so hard to eat here for so long, and now I vomited it all up at once.

Maybe he even vomited up the overnight meal.

This behavior of not throwing up much after eating, of course makes Xiong Youer who cherishes food very much feel sorry for him, and feels worthless for this long-necked water bird.

It's a pity that Han Cheng didn't, because at this moment, all his mind was attracted by the rice that was ripe and ready to be harvested.

"Open the scythe!"

Holding a sickle in his hand, Han Cheng inspected the rice fields one by one, and confirmed that there were all those pieces of rice that could be harvested. He shouted at the crowd, and then went down from the ridge to the rice field with the sickle in his hand.

Most of the water in the paddy field has been released, and the fish sprinkled in the paddy field in the spring have grown a lot at this time, swimming in the shallow water, you can see it at a glance, very attractive .

The temperature in early autumn is still very high, and the water is not cold at all.

Han Cheng, who was barefoot and rolled up his trousers, stepped on it and felt soft and comfortable.

The place where he went to the field was at one end of the rice field.

After finding a good location, he held the bronze sickle in one hand and the heavy rice in the other and began to harvest.

On the delicate millstone, the sharpened sickle scratched across the roots of the rice held in his left hand, making some noises, and the rice was cut off one after another.

After harvesting a handful, Han Chengcheng will put the handful of rice in his hand aside, and then take another handful to continue harvesting.

This kind of noise startled the fish living in the dive, flicking their tails one by one, and swam quickly towards the place where there was no movement.

Han Cheng was working, and the others were not idle either.

After he finished speaking, everyone in Jinguan City, who had already made preparations, became busy.

The same person who rolled up his trousers and took off his shoes went down to the paddy field with his bare feet full of enthusiasm, and bent over to do the same job as Han Cheng.

Some people felt that their clothes were in the way, so they just took them off, sweating with their bare backs.

Most of the people have strong and joyful smiles on their faces, and some people don't say a word, just keep pulling the sickle in their hands, cutting the rice again and again, and the movements are very fast .

There was a surge of energy in their hearts, as if a fire was burning.

I want to quickly harvest all these mature rice, and store them in the granary after drying.

With the work of the people of the Qingque tribe, large tracts of mature rice began to fall to the ground.

"Moo~"

The cow pulling the cart stretched its neck and screamed, and the cute and cute calf ran back and forth beside it, like having fun.

Sometimes, it will get under the mother's body and eat a few mouthfuls of its own food in a very naughty manner.

After eating for a while, he would stop and tilt his big head to look at the busy Qingque tribe not far away, with a sense of complacency.

In the paddy field, after someone harvested the piles, the neatly piled rice was carried to the shore from the inside.