I am a primitive

The person with the mulberry fork in his hand scoops up the rice with the wooden fork and loads it on the ox cart parked aside.

One fork is pressed against the other, and it is very neatly assembled.

If it is not neat, it will not work.

Loading is a technical job.

For those who don't know how to load a car, the crops they put in are not only easy to slip off the car, but they can't hold too much.

For the same cart of crops, one cart is not as much as the three carts of others.

"what!"

A cart of rice is loaded and tied from the top with a thick rope, so that the driver of the cart inserts the wooden fork in his hand into the rice loaded on the cart, leaving only three thin fork tines.

Then he took the ox's reins from the child who stood in front of the cart, held the reins on the nose of the ox, caged the ox to prevent it from wandering around, and prevented people from loading the cart. Walk along the built dirt road towards the scene outside Jinguan City.

The scene was built before.

The grass on it has already been cleaned up, and it is very flat. There are no small stones on the surface that has been rolled over with stone rollers, which is very suitable for grain.

Come to the scene, let the children with the cart come to the front to cage the oxen, let the adults in the cart turn to the back of the bullock cart, pull out the mulberry fork inserted inside, untie the rope tied to the cart, Then insert the wooden fork on the horizontal surface of the crops on the cart, and push it hard, half of the crops will fall from the cart.

Unloading in this way is very efficient...

The tribe's children were not idle either.

The older minors also joined in this hard-won harvest with a sickle. Some of the younger Qingque tribes followed the adults who drove the carts to cage cattle and follow the carts, and some were in the field Pick up the scattered rice.

In the gaps between doing these things, there will also be some children who will be attracted by the fish swimming in the rice fields, and start to catch them, and there will be harvest soon. The little guys covered in mud and water couldn't close their mouths from ear to ear.

The sky is blue and extremely high. The autumn sun shines from the sky, shining on the land of Jinguan City of the Qingque Tribe.

The joyful and busy harvest scene is set off to be more joyful and lively.

It was as if, even the air was filled with a comfortable atmosphere.

Time passed by little by little, and the day was over in a blink of an eye.

The sun set, leaving behind thousands of miles of clouds.

The water on the ground reflected the clouds in the sky, and for a while there was a majestic color everywhere, making it hard to tell where the sky was and where the ground was.

The tall and thick outer walls are basically considered to be the completed Jinguan City. Here, there are such puffs of cooking smoke rising.

Because there was some cool breeze, there wasn't too much cooking smoke just rising, and it soon permeated.

The faint smoke drifted away with the wind, and the air around Jinguan City was filled with a pleasant smell of fireworks.

These are the women of the Qingque tribe who came back earlier. They started a fire and cooked in the tribe, making food for them and the rest of the people who had been busy all day.

In the vicinity of the Qingque tribe under the cloud cover in the evening, those who did not return to the tribe all sped up their movements and worked quickly here.

They all want to take advantage of the last light of the day, during this extremely comfortable time, to do a lot of work, just like every time they are about to go home at dusk, they start to gnaw on the grass like cattle and sheep.

"knock off!"

After a while like this, the sky became even darker, and the sky became dark.

The children who had been ordered by the primitive women who were able to cook for the tribe ran over and told the people who were still busy that the food was ready and they could eat.

Han Cheng, who was carrying a sickle, straightened up when he heard the words, and yelled loudly.

Everyone who received the order stopped what they were doing, packed up their tools and prepared to return them.

After a busy day, Han Cheng squatted by the side of the ditch, picked up the clear water to wash his hands first, and then picked up the water to wash his face well.

The cool water with some temperature falls on the face, which makes people feel very comfortable.

After washing his face well, he washed his arms, feet, and legs again.

Then, holding a sickle and shoes in one hand, and a few five or six fish strung together with straw ropes in the other hand, with bare feet and trousers rolled up, they headed towards the tribe under the night where the faint smell of rice came out. go.

After everyone left, the rice field became quiet.

But this silence didn't last long.

Not long after, there was the sound of frogs.

At the beginning, there was only a sporadic half sound, but it didn't take long before the sound became louder.

Han Cheng, who had already walked to the threshing ground in front of the tribe, heard the sound, turned his head and looked back, smelling the fragrance of the rice piled here after harvesting, a sentence suddenly appeared in his mind Poetry - Talk about a good year in the fragrance of rice flowers, and listen to the sound of frogs.

He smiled, paused here for a while, and then continued to walk into the tribe.

After a day's work, there must be some physical fatigue, but the whole person feels extremely comfortable.

The kind from the heart to the outside.

This kind of comfort makes people feel relaxed and fascinated.

After eating dinner and washing it again, Han Cheng turned around and came to the outer wall of Jinguan City.

Looking towards the direction of the rice fields.

The rice fields shrouded in night are not very quiet, except for the dotted fireflies dancing high and low like stars, there are some other fire lights moving along the ridges and around the rice fields.

While moving, from time to time, the sound of 'bang bang' gongs sounded.

Whenever the gong sounded, the frogs that had already joined together would be completely quiet.

It was as if in an instant, they were collectively strangled by the neck.

These flames, and the accompanying sound of gongs, were made by the night patrols of the Qingque Tribe.

People living on this land always have to accept many challenges.

Not only do you have to fight with the sky, the earth, and people, but you also need to fight with all kinds of birds.

Ripe rice, grown there, is like an intensely flavored and incredibly delicious meal.

There are so many things, I want to come over and get a share.

At night, naturally there will be no birds and other birds coming to peck.

However, there were other night walkers running on the ground who came to pick peaches secretly.

For example, wild boars are thick-skinned and edible.