From Chief to Ball

After two days in the sun, Chen Jian led his clansmen to sacrifice to the ancestors and heaven and earth, praying for a smooth harvest, and next year will still be a good harvest year.

He respectfully took out the sickle used for sacrifice from the sacrificial hall, first cut a handful of wheat himself, rubbed it into grains, put them in clay pots and boiled them, as the main sacrifice of this sacrifice.

The sacrifices for this sacrifice also quietly changed with the changes in the lifestyle of the tribe. Among the thirteen sacrifices, the wheat, bean and beans squeezed out the tubers and ferns, and there may never be a chance to make a comeback.

After the sacrifice, the people were separated, and he led the people who used iron and copper sickles to reap the reclaimed land, while the rest of the people reaped the land that had been burned and scattered seeds all over the sky.

Standing in front of the wheat field, looking at the golden ears of wheat, Chen Jian bent down and demonstrated to his tribe, cutting off the wheat close to the root, grabbing a handful and laying it horizontally on the ground as a rope to bind the subsequent wheat stalks.

Sweaty labor does not need to be encouraged, it is for one's own life.

The men are responsible for cutting the wheat, and the women use the forged copper guillotine to cut off the ears of wheat, put them in sacks, or use ox carts or boats, and send them to the yard outside the city continuously.

The wooden flails turned and beat the ears of wheat, separating the grains and spreading them into a golden patch.

Barefooted children moved on it, wading the wet wheat grains into uneven shapes, like valleys and rivers, so that the sun could dry the wheat faster.

Occasionally, someone squatted down, grabbed a handful of wheat grains full of sunshine, put them under their noses and sniffed the fragrance carefully, with a smile on their faces.

Chen Jian estimated the output of wheat. This year's weather is good, perhaps because of the fertile newly opened land and the struvite, the output exceeded his expectations.

The yield per mu of reclaimed land has reached 150 catties, and the yield of those burned land is also [-] catties per mu.

However, after reclamation, only 30 catties of seeds are needed to properly plant an acre of land, and more than [-] catties of seeds are needed to burn wasteland, so the efficiency is completely different.

When the same thousand-step wheat was placed in front of the clansmen, Chen Jian didn't need to say anything about the benefits of reclaiming the land. The clansmen were going to use all their spare time to reclaim the burned land.

On the fourth day of harvesting, the windmill on the top of the cliff finally started its official work. The original machine composed of millstones and wooden teeth was hoisted up with ropes and the sails were raised.

The golden grains of wheat were crushed into white powder and swept into cloth bags by a woman with a grass broom. Two men with injured legs were in charge of shaking the sieve to separate the bran from the wheat flour.

The packed wheat flour was sent down along the rope, and Chen Jian taught the woman to knead the noodles. Several large earthen basins were filled with water, which was already boiled.

The rolling pin rolls the waken dough into a large noodle cake, and cuts it into wide noodles with a knife.Two pots of boiled topping brine gave off a tempting aroma.Chives, bird eggs, green onion leaves and wild vegetables, mutton and haggis, the soup is thick and juicy.

Under the night, all the people in the city gathered in the square, each holding a pottery bowl, squatting on the ground snoring noodles, chewing the taste.

This was the first familiar staple food that Chen Jian ate in this world. After four bowls, he finally couldn't eat it anymore and burped.

Like him, a group of people were half lying on the ground, smiling at each other, without saying anything, just looking at the white soup churning in the clay pot.

Finally, someone remembered what Chen Jian once said, that these weed-like plants would make Tao and Wang eclipsed, so they are qualified to be tribal surnames.

As a result, the only tribe without a surname among the [-] tribes in the entire city had a surname. When Chen Jian held up wild wheat and told the tribe that this would change everything, the tribe believed it dubiously.Now these neatly stacked sacks and ears of wheat have crushed the last bit of doubt, and it is best to use it as a surname.

In the beginning, for the convenience of pronunciation in the future, Chen Jian called wheat "Ji" because it is a consonant sound. In the future, as long as the clansmen who eat flour, no matter how high or low, will know how to pronounce this word.

Wheat is still wheat, but the pronunciation is changed to "Ji".

Just as the clansmen of Eyue use moth as their surname and headed by women, Chen Jian also wrote his clan's surname—Ji—with charcoal.

The tribe has always relied on women to continue the blood. Naturally, there are women as the radical. The font on the right changes slightly. The upper part looks like a woman's plump breast, and the lower part is the shape of a wheat ear. The extended meaning is to be nurtured by women. , a tribe that grows wheat.

After confirming the surname, the city should also be given a name.

According to the calendar learned from the Eyue tribe, this is summer, the season for all things to flourish and thrive. Hope is sown before the frost in late autumn, and joy is reaped when it is warm in early summer.

Counting the rudimentary form of this city, it was the thirteen houses built last year, which was also summer.Naturally, the city was named Xia.

Xia and Chen Jian also wrote on the pottery board, with some minor changes.

The people of the clan are used to pointing to their own noses to call themselves, so among the few characters in the tribe, their own zi is written like this, which is a bit like a nose, so the Xia Zi he made still has "自" on it, and The following reflex turns into a sickle cutting wheat, which means that people are harvesting wheat with sickles in this season.

Once these two important things are determined, the rest will be done naturally. Everything is related to the harvested wheat.

A hundred grains of wheat are lined up in a row, and as a measure of length, it is named a foot, which is about 30 centimeters. A benchmark measure of one foot is made with a rope, a stick, and a piece of pottery.

Three feet is one step, and ten feet is one foot, which is the length of a thousand grains of wheat.

Normally, the unit of one or two is closely related to crops, and the plant seeds that adults can eat in one bite are used as one or two. But since the tribe already has a catty and has begun to communicate with other tribes, there is no need to change it. .

According to the shape of the furrow, a ridge can harvest one sack of wheat ears, which is called one mu, which is about exactly one thousand steps. After measuring, it is simply stipulated that the width of a ridge and the length of a thousand steps are one mu.And a ridge is about two feet, which is about the same as the mu used by Chen Jian in his previous life, which is about six to seven hundred square meters.

Intentionally or unintentionally, everything about the tribe has been changed by planting and wheat, but no matter intentionally or unintentionally, the tribe is very easy to accept, as it should be, and it will not be inexplicable.

A person has a surname, Ji; a city has a name, Xia;

Adding the names of Yangguan, Shang, and Heyin, Chen Jian was finally able to find some familiar names in this world.

In the future, there may be more. These seemingly simple names are indeed an inexplicable and unforgettable fetter that the tribe cannot understand, a logical fetter.

Chapter 81 Spring Planting and Autumn Harvest

After harvesting and rushing for planting, the city gradually became lively. The tribes who were originally in the mountains moved to the city with all their belongings and began to accept this new way of life.

When the day when the day and night were the same length came, Xiacheng ushered in a heavy rain. Fortunately, the pottery pipes and canals laid before drained all the water out, and there was no serious problem.

In the conference hall, people listened to the sound of raindrops falling on the thatch, and were a little worried about those beans that had just sprouted petals, worried that they would be knocked down by the rain.

Occasionally, a dull thunder sounded, and the lightning pierced through the dark clouds, illuminating the room brightly, reflecting the restless faces of these people.

Chen Jian lit a few suet candles, knocked on the wooden table in the interval of thunder, and signaled everyone to look this way.

This time, there were many more people in the conference hall than before. It was no longer a closed meeting with only fifteen people participating, but nearly forty people were crowded.

Chen Jian used charcoal to draw a random line on the wall as the grass river, and drew a few squares as the city, as well as triangular mountains and "ge"-like forests.

After finishing the last stroke, he turned back and said: "Today I want to talk about a few things. One is that two tribes who used to be wild people killed many heads of meteorite tribes as auxiliary soldiers in the last battle with the valley. Following Song Yan to delay the impact of the falling stars is to make meritorious deeds. I said at the beginning that if you make meritorious deeds, you can have the identity of a Chinese. I think this meritorious deed is enough. They have already proved their loyalty to their ancestors with their blood and lives. , to atone for his sin."

The leaders of the two savage tribes looked at Chen Jian happily. They didn't know before that, after planting the beans a few days ago, Chen Jian suddenly sent someone to call them to the city.

I thought it was another matter of conscripting corvee, but I never thought it would be such a great thing.

It's just that they understand the rules of the meeting, and they are not qualified to speak until the results are discussed.

Chen Jian nodded slightly at the two tribes as a comfort, hoping that they would not be in a hurry, and it was also a gesture of goodwill.

The six tribes supported Chen Jian without even thinking about it. The other tribes thought that Chen Jian had given some land to their own tribe, and the wasteland in Heyin City also needed help from the slaves of Chen Jian's tribe to reclaim it. After hesitating for a moment, they also All agree.

The leaders of the two tribes shouted excitedly!

The people of the country and the wild people not only have different statuses in name, but also have unequal obligations and rights.After becoming a Chinese, you can share the spoils, become a soldier, pay less food, and take less corvee...

The two chiefs walked up to Chen Jianjian, bowed their heads respectfully, only dared to look at Chen Jian's toes to show respect and gratitude, and had already forgotten that it was Chen Jian who demoted them to wild people.

Yu Qian'er followed Chen Jian and held out two scepters with bronze heads, replacing the original pure wooden scepters in their hands, signaling that the city would accept them.

The two chiefs took over the scepter, and just about to call Chen Jian by his name, only then remembered that they would call the chief of the city "Xia" in the future, so they whispered: "Ji Xia, our tribe would like to have the same surname as yours. "