I am a primitive

Han Cheng thought this way, then shook his head and laughed lightly. This is just the beginning. After the millet is planted on a large scale in the coming year, the total output of millet will increase.

If the yield per mu is low, then there are multiple points. Anyway, the most indispensable thing now is land.

Even if the planting is extensive and the harvest is low, the total output can still be increased.

Moreover, the people of the Qingque tribe don't eat all the millet, and there are other foods that can be eaten, so they don't have to worry about food and clothing when the time comes.

To be honest, the current living standard of the Qingque tribe is not comparable to that of later generations, but it seems to have surpassed the prosperity of the feudal dynasty.

The so-called prosperity is that the people at the lower level drink water in their leisure time, eat dry food when they are busy, have salt vegetables for dinner, have a little surplus food at home after a year, and mix clothes on their bodies so that they will not be naked... This is a prosperous age.

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This is not to say how well the Qingque tribe has developed and how advanced its productivity is, it can be compared with the feudal period.

It is because the Qingque tribe has a small population and is easy to deal with. As long as some changes are made, immediate results can be seen.

Feudal kingdoms are different.

When a country has a large enough territory and a large enough population, the things it encounters will become strange and overwhelming.

Especially when natural disasters and man-made disasters collide, thousands of miles of bare land, children are eaten, bones are exposed in the wild, and no rooster crows for thousands of miles... These unbearable things will really happen.

From this point of view, people in feudal dynasties do not necessarily have a higher happiness index than people in their own tribe, otherwise the poet of five buckets of rice would not have fantasized about a peach blossom garden isolated from the world.

Of course, those privileged classes need to be excluded.

It really is like this, whenever you think about it, it’s more than enough than the top…

"Son of God, eat millet for lunch..."

Wu came over, holding some husks of millet in his palm, and said happily.

Han Cheng stopped his thoughts and stopped thinking about these things.

Whether the feudal dynasty is good or not is very far away from him and the Qingque tribe. It is also a series of lifetimes, so it is useless to think too much.

Just take every step steadily.

Be happy when you should be happy, and celebrate when you should be celebrating. Thinking too much and worrying too much will make life lose its due color.

"Eat millet rice!"

Han Cheng stood up, heaved a sigh of relief, looked at Wu and the others with a smile and said loudly.

"At noon, I will cook myself!"

He added.

The people who were delighted when they heard about eating millet rice became even more joyful after hearing Han Cheng's words.

They have a deep understanding of Shenzi's cooking skills.

Under Han Cheng's arrangement, someone started to get out two jars of sun-dried and stored millet, came to the yard, picked up a wooden stick, and started pounding millet.

The stonemason Mumu has not been idle during this time. Under Han Cheng's arrangement, he has been competing with a big rock, using another stone to slowly carve a cone-shaped stone pit out of it.

This stone pit is used to pound millet.

The stone pit originally used for smashing loquats in the Qingque Tribe Cave was too small to hold even two taels of millet at a time, and if one was not careful, millet would splash out of the pit.

It is not only inefficient to use it for pounding rice, but also very inconvenient.

So before Han Cheng started to harvest the millet, he let the wood start to chisel a new mortar for pounding rice.

Others in the tribe can't think of this, but he, the leader who is in charge of the house, can't ignore it.

No, now this newly chiseled mortar will come in handy.

This mortar can hold two catties of shelled millet at a time, and when it is pounded with a wooden stick, it doesn't splash out much. Compared with before, the efficiency is not a little bit higher.

"Bang bang bang..."

"Brush brush..."

The muscles on the elder brother's arm swelled and stretched, the wooden stick rose and fell, and the shell of the millet inside the stone mortar was squeezed open, revealing the bright yellow fruit inside.

The pounded rice was taken out of the stone mortar and put into the dustpan. The balloon held the dustpan and carefully dusted it for a while, and the chaff flew away, leaving only the yellow millet inside.

Pounding rice is a new thing, and many people in the tribe are very happy to do it, which can be described as scrambling to be the first to come.

Seeing this scene, Han Cheng just smiled and didn't speak.

He knew very well that pounding rice was not easy, otherwise, pounding rice would not have been regarded as a punishment in the pre-Qin period.

These people in the tribe are only fresh for a while. When the amount of millet increases and pounding rice becomes a daily thing, they will no longer be as active and enthusiastic as they are today...

The tantalizing scent wanders back and forth in the Qingque tribe. On the yellow rice and rice, there are delicious meat and vegetables piled up. You don’t need to eat it. Just looking at it and smelling it is enough to make you feel refreshed.

Those who had eaten millet rice before were better. Those who joined the original bone tribe this year didn't know how to describe their feelings.

All they could do was gobble up the food in the bowl and keep pushing it into their mouths, not wanting to say a word, for fear of wasting time.

After eating the delicious food, everyone felt that all the hard work before was worth it.

That's it, it's really hard when you pay, but when you get the results, all the hard work will turn into a knowing smile.

While the people of the Qingque Tribe tasted the delicious food contentedly, the people of the Green Tribe also packed up and set off full of joy.

The things that the two tribes rejoice over are the same, the thing that looks a bit like a dog's tail.

The difference is that the people of the Qingque Tribe tasted the delicious food and saw the hope of the tribe becoming stronger.

And the people of the Green Tribe are complacent that they can exchange this unpalatable weed ear for pottery, some soft hats, and gloves.

They do have a reason to be complacent. After all, if the surrounding tribes want to exchange things from that wealthy tribe, they can only use precious food and animal skins that can keep warm, but they only use other food. The spikes of weeds would not be edible.

"￥@￥!"

The leader of the Green Tribe greeted them, and left the tribe with everyone carrying weed tassels, heading towards the wealthy and powerful Qingque tribe.

Judging from past exchange experience, these weed ears brought by myself this time can not only give the tribe a pottery bowl, but also exchange it for a big cooking tank.

Thinking of the people in his own tribe eating with a pottery bowl in their hands, the leader of the green tribe couldn't help being happy from the inside out, his whole body was full of strength, and he wished he could run to that tribe all of a sudden and kill them. All the pottery was exchanged.

He walked forward, reached out to touch the spikes of weeds on his shoulders, and then looked back at the tribesmen who were dressed like him, with even wider smiles on their faces.

The people of that tribe must never have imagined that they could bring so many spikes of weeds.