I am a primitive

After sweeping the chaff aside, the balloon felt a little better.

Looking at the still leaves, the balloon became dejected again. I don't know when it will be finished...

There is no wind, and the balloon has nothing to do. It can only wait, when the wind comes, and when it starts to blow.

However, this waited until the next day.

The weather was not so good the next day, the sun was hanging in the sky, and the moon was baking.

The millet harvested by the Qingque Tribe was thrashed once, and the millet stalks were piled up on the side of the field.

Except for this last half-heap of grains, all the others were thrown out.

The millet from the first two rounds had been dried and put into the house.

At this time, some people were busy transporting the millet that was drying in the yard to the house, worrying that it would rain today and drench the hard-won harvest.

"Balloon, don't wait any longer, take the millet back, and raise it when the time comes..."

Someone said hello.

The balloon looked at the sky and then at the grain pile mixed with a lot of chaff. After waiting for a while unwillingly, he still had to bow his head like reality.

He found the arbor head covered with smooth animal skins, and began to load these grains mixed with chaff, and transport them to the house.

A tool with an open mouth and a handle like the shantou is much easier to use than clay pots for carrying things, except for water, of course.

The previous 椤 head could not hold fine grains such as rapeseed and millet, because it would spill a lot from the gaps.

Later, Han Cheng used old animal skins that were hairless and could not keep warm, and this problem was solved;

"Balloon, wait, use this."

The balloon stopped and saw Miko walking towards him with a big and strange thing in his hand.

What Han Cheng held in his hand was a dustpan, which was recently made by Liao.

The main purpose of this thing is to clean up dirty grain, regardless of whether it is windy or not, and secondly, it can be used to transport grain.

The main materials of the dustpan are flexible tree sticks, ropes, and bark.

In later generations, the dustpans that Han Cheng had seen were basically made of unpeeled hemp.

Although Han Cheng found traces of hemp before, he didn't bring back a few plants, so he could only use rattan sticks instead.

It is more difficult to make a dustpan from rattan than hemp, but it is stronger than hemp.

The large opening of the dustpan was wrapped with tough bark.

It is often used to shovel things here, and it is easy to wear and tear. The tough bark can give it the protection it deserves to the greatest extent.

Because of the excess fat on his face, Balloon's eyes were squeezed until there was only a slit left. He looked at the dustpan in Han Cheng's hand, full of doubts.

Can this strange thing clean up the millet?

How to clean up?

Like a shovel, first scoop up these grains and then throw them up?

It's just that the head is too big, right?

How can it be possible to throw so much millet?

The dustpan Han Cheng held in his hand was not small, with a width of more than 25 centimeters at the opening, a length of [-] centimeters front and back, and a height of [-] centimeters.

This dustpan is full, and it can hold more than twenty catties of millet, so of course it is impossible to throw it up.

Looking at the reaction of the balloon, Han Cheng knew that he didn't understand how to use it, so he didn't say any more, and went directly to the pile of grain that hadn't been cleaned, bent over and shoveled some with a dustpan.

Then he walked to a place out of the way, holding the dustpan in both hands, and dusting it up and down.

The millet contained in the dustpan was dusted away from the dustpan by more than ten centimeters, fell back into the dustpan without stopping, and was dusted up again.

Between this and that, dust and grain chaff would come out from the mouth of the dustpan and fall to the ground.

As for the heavier millet, except for a few restless grains, the rest are well kept in the dustpan.

Except for the disadvantage of large dust, there is nothing to say about objects such as dustpans used to clean up food.

The few remaining eyes of the balloon were squeezed by the fat flesh, and it widened again, full of surprises inside.

"Son of God, I'm coming."

After Han Cheng poured the millet cleaned up this time into the leather-covered peony head, he rubbed his hands together in surprise, and said to Han Cheng with a look of anticipation on his face.

This dustpan was originally used for balloons, and Han Cheng didn't intend to dust it for too long. Seeing that the balloons already understood how to use it, he handed it over, and he himself acted as a technical guide.

Crop work is not difficult, and you can learn it by just seeing it. As long as you work hard and don't be lazy and slippery, you can get the job done.

When the dustpan first arrived in Balloon's hands, he was still a little rusty, but after dustpan two times, he became familiar with it, and even surpassed Han Cheng, who was just a dustpan maker.

It's not that Han Cheng is too stupid, but that he doesn't use dustpans much, and another thing is that his height and strength are not dominant.

"Swipe, brush, brush..."

The sound of grain colliding with the dustpan reminded me that grains were constantly being cleaned out.

At this time, the weather was getting hotter and hotter, and the moon-like sun in the sky had disappeared and was replaced by a large cloud.

A heavy rain is about to fall.

The members of the Qingque Tribe have already taken back all the millet that has been dried. At the moment, some people are busy covering the threshed grain stalks with thatch, and then pressing them down with stones.

At this time, wooden forks are used to thresh millet, and millet is no better than rapeseed. After one stroke, not all the grains can be threshed. It needs to be threshed a second time, or even a third or fourth time.

The harvest will fall off a cliff, but as long as there is a harvest, it is always good.

The smell of the coming heavy rain is not only felt by humans, but also by other creatures, such as deer, sheep, and chickens, which seem a little restless.

The balloon with all the fat on its face dangling worked harder, bouncing it up and down, and finally cleaned out the last bit of dirty millet before the heavy rain fell.

Carrying a dustpan and a small half of the millet, he rushed all the way into the house, panting heavily, watching the bean-sized raindrops fall, and the balloon let out a sigh of relief, showing the ease of relief and the joy of victory.

Then his eyes fell on the dustpan in his hand. If it wasn't for it, he wouldn't be able to clean up the grains this time.

Because until now, there has been no wind outside.

There is only one such good thing, and the tribe needs to have more.