I am a primitive

"Eat less, just two bites per person."

Han Cheng said to everyone at the right time.

Although he has basically confirmed that this kind of thing is sweet millet stalks, but it is not yet autumn, there is still a certain chance of mistaking it.

There is always nothing wrong with being careful.

Of course, everyone listened to Han Cheng's words very much. Although some people wanted to eat more, after hearing what Han Cheng said, they stopped eating.

But the last bite that the second senior brother took was so big that it almost couldn't turn over in his mouth.

The unexpected appearance of sweet millet poles suddenly made the atmosphere of the team lively. Everyone looked at these sweet millet poles here for a while, and after erecting two poles to make this place look more conspicuous, after Han Cheng Under his leadership, he walked downstream for a certain distance, and then began to cross this swamp-like area to the east.

While walking, Han Cheng looked at the surrounding plants, trying to find traces of rice.

There is a saying, "Fu Wushuang is here today, and misfortunes never come singly." This sentence is very suitable for the Qingque tribe headed by Han today.

Together with everyone, but after walking a short distance inside, Han Chengcheng saw something that surprised him!

About seven or eight meters away from him, there is a patch of plants growing. These plants are green all over, and the leaves also look a little narrow and long, but they are much smaller than the leaves of the sweet millet stalk that I saw not long ago.

Moreover, unlike many grass plants that crawl on the water or live on the ground, these plants are relatively tall and grow upright towards the top.

It is very similar to the rice that Han Chengxin misses.

"Stop!"

Han Cheng shouted to everyone, his voice trembling involuntarily.

After hearing Han Cheng's voice, everyone stopped and turned their attention to Han Cheng.

After seeing their son of God staring at a plant not far away, looking extremely excited, everyone became excited all of a sudden, and some people's hearts couldn't help beating violently again.

The second senior brother even felt that his mouth was a little dry and his breathing was a little short.

Shi Shi, who was not far away from Han Cheng, had already fixed his eyes on the plant not far away, and his heart was beating non-stop, like a drum beating.

"God... Son of God, is this... is this water... rice?"

Stone stretched out his hand to wipe some clear water and snot that flowed out involuntarily because of being too excited, and he stuttered a bit when he spoke.

"I... I'm not... not sure!"

Han Cheng, who also stuttered, replied like this.

Fortunately, Han Cheng who spoke like this just now, if it was someone else, many people in the tribe would not be able to help but complain.

What the hell?You don't know if it's true, why are you so excited?

Han Cheng really didn't talk nonsense here, he really wasn't sure if the things in front of him were rice.

The best time to identify something like rice is after the ears of rice grow, there are blooming or heavy ears of rice, and it is easy to distinguish it from other similar weeds.

Of course, if it is a seedling that is neatly inserted in the paddy field in later generations, even if it has just been inserted, people can easily distinguish it from the rest. After all, it is impossible for people to plant other miscellaneous plants in the paddy field Grass.

There are many weeds similar to seedlings, such as barnyardgrass in "Grain and Echinacea", which looks very similar to rice when it is young, and it is easy to confuse it.

In the hometown where Han Cheng's descendants live, the main crops are wheat, corn, peanuts, soybeans, etc., which are basically dry land. Only a small amount of paddy fields can be found under the small earth dam that is blocked.

When I was young, I would plant some rice every year in a little paddy field allocated by each family, and eat it by myself after harvesting.

When it gets larger, these paddy fields are basically barren, and no one grows rice anymore, not even soybeans.

So to be honest, he is far less familiar with rice and other crops such as wheat.

At this time, it's normal for me to be foolishly unable to tell whether the rice that appears in front of my eyes is the rice I have been thinking about, or some weeds similar to rice.

"Go and have a look."

Han Cheng said so, and started to walk towards the suspected rice plant with the rest of the people.

Stopping in front of this plant, Han Cheng began to look down at these plants carefully.

It looks very similar to the rice in my memory, but at the same time, it feels like some weeds similar to rice that I have seen.

After struggling like this for a while, Han Cheng's eyes lit up when he saw the dry grass stalks lying in the water, or the dry grass stalks standing there without falling down.

Because on some dry grass stems, there are still some stalks after fringing.

But basically there are no fruits.

It has been almost half a year since last autumn. Under the wind, sun and rain, many ripe fruits have fallen into the water.

These new, rice-like things are the testimony.

As for those who are more nostalgic and stay in the mother's arms and are unwilling to leave the fruit, they basically enter the belly of the bird.

Judging from the mud and the droppings of the birds on the grass blades, it is known that these birds often come here to enjoy the autumn wind.

But the autumn wind of birds is still inferior to that of humans.

Just like now.

"See if there are no seeds on it yet!"

Han Cheng said to the people around him, while he himself stretched out his hands and began to grope for a dry grass ear in front of him. After receiving the order, the others followed his example and faced the dried grass stem I moved my hands.

During this process, everyone was very careful, trying not to step on these rice plants, just as they used to be careful when weeding crops in the tribal fields.

"Son of God! Here are some!"

After a while, a person shouted excitedly and spread out his callused palm.

In the palm of his hand, there are several small fruits.

"Bring it to me and see!"

After hearing such a voice, Han Cheng's heart jumped violently, and he suddenly raised his head to look at the palm of the man. After this glance, his whole heart couldn't help beating violently again, boom It was pounding like a drum, and the whole person was so excited that he couldn't control himself.

The rest of the people who heard that person's words also raised their heads suddenly at the same moment, and many surprises, expectations, and burning eyes focused on this person together.

And that person, because he had found something that might be extremely important to the tribe, his face turned red with excitement, and his body was trembling involuntarily.

He couldn't wait to go towards where Han Cheng was, took a step and suddenly came to his senses, quickly closed his open palms, and clenched his fists tightly, for fear that if he was not careful, the fruits in his hands would be destroyed. It will be like flying away.

After Han Cheng said that sentence, he also walked towards this person. After a while, the two met.

"God, Son of God..."