I am a primitive

Under the warm sunshine, the nose is filled with a fresh smell of seedlings and weeds.

These seedlings, which were carefully cared for by the Qingque tribe, grew very well, with shiny green leaves, and some even turned black in some places, which showed that the land was very fertile.

But in this picturesque field, there are also some different colors.

There are a dozen scattered patches of yellow, breaking the harmony and unity of this green field.

These yellow seedlings were just for comparison, let alone dung, they were the ten acres that hadn't been covered with any plant ash.

These seedlings are not only yellow, but also slender, and their height cannot keep up with the fertilized seedlings.

You don't have to wait until the fall harvest, you can now clearly see the difference between fertilizing and not fertilizing.

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"Son of God, put some fertilizer on these fields..."

Wu also looked at the field for a long time, and at this time he came to Han Cheng and said aloud.

Han Cheng was a little surprised, why don't we wait until the autumn harvest to see the results?

It's just summer.

"Not waiting for the autumn harvest, you can see it now...the autumn harvest will save a lot of millet..."

Wu shook his head and said.

In the past, it was fine if we didn’t compare, and we couldn’t see the effect of fertilization. Now when we do the comparison like this, the gap will immediately appear.

Seeing what Wu said, Han Cheng was right to think about it. If this continues, the millet on the ten acres of land will indeed lose a lot of grain.

Now that Wu said so, there is really no need to wait until autumn to use the harvest to measure the difference between fertilization or not.

After all, in this way, the loss is their own tribe.

Immediately arrange people to pick up manure and spread fertilizer in these millet fields.

The people in the tribe, like the shaman, clearly understood the importance of fertilization, and now they received the instructions from the Son of God, so they naturally obeyed.

At this time, the millet in the millet field has not grown to a particularly high level, and the manure thrown into the ground may sometimes hit the seedlings, but the impact is not great.

At this time, the effect of top dressing is naturally not as good as spreading it into the ground at the beginning. After all, all the Qingque tribes use is farmyard manure. It takes a certain amount of time from dissolution to crop absorption. In this respect, there is no way to compare with the chemical fertilizers of later generations. .

A bunch of manure was picked into the ground, and a bone shovel was used to spread it on the yellow seedlings that were obviously malnourished. A smile appeared on Wu's face...

While the shaman of the Qingque tribe looked at the seedlings laid out like a green carpet around the tribe with a smile on his face, the shaman of the Tengshe tribe, who had never met in the distance, was also standing in the field with a smile on his face.

The same smile, but different joys, different from Wu's joy that there will be a good harvest in autumn, Wu of the Teng Snake Tribe's joy comes from a monster with a horn not far from him.

This little monster with hair all over its body and a single horn on its head, looking stupid, was grazing on the ground with its head down, looking very greedy.

The little monster grew fast, and after surviving the harsh winter of lack of food, it became plump and fat even though it was skinny.

Now it is almost half the size of the two big monsters eaten by their tribe.

It will grow even bigger in autumn.

Eat more and grow up faster, this is the most sincere wish of the witch of the Tengshe Tribe to this one-horned monster.

Thinking like this, he stretched out his hand and pulled a handful of the grass that the little monster liked to eat most, and handed it to the little monster. The one-horned monster stretched out its rough tongue like before, and swept away the grass in his hand. , I ate it in two or three bites.

The witch from the Tengshe tribe squatted down, touching the face of the one-horned monster with its head down and grazing back and forth, with a smile on its face...

Others were laughing, but the leader of the green tribe was full of sadness. Even though his tribe had a good harvest today, he didn't show much happiness.

Not only him, most people in the tribe, like him, seemed a little unhappy.

The joy of returning from harvest in the past has basically disappeared at this time.

A group of people returned to the tribe, and the leader of the green tribe took some of the prey they killed today and asked them to deal with it. This will be their tribe's food tonight.

While that person was handling it, someone skillfully set up the pottery jar, filled it with water, and lit the fire as usual.

The water is boiled, and the boiled meat and wild vegetables in it exude the unique fragrance of food.

The leader of the Green Tribe, who was stunned for a while, stood up, lifted the lid of the pot and filled a bowl for himself first.

After he served, the rest of the green tribesmen who had bowls also came forward to serve the rice one by one.

The leader of the green tribe squatted there, using the method he learned from that tribe, picked up a piece of meat from the bowl, and put it in his mouth to chew. In order to show the deliciousness of the food, he deliberately chewed very hard.

However, this kind of force did not last long, and it stopped.

He swallowed the meat in his mouth and drank a sip of soup. He had never had enough broth in the past, but today he didn't have much appetite. After one sip, he didn't want to take another sip.

The leader of the green tribe raised his head and looked around. The people in the tribe who were eating food were basically the same as him.

"￥#%!"

After bowing his head and eating for a while, the leader of the green tribe couldn't take it anymore. He said a word, then got up and went to the salt jar, and picked it up. There was only a small layer of salt left in it.

He picked up the salt shaker, got some salt out of a broad hard leaf in it, and put it in his bowl.

Then I used a lot and put it into a big tank with broth.

Then he said something to the tribal people who were staring at the big vat. These people immediately became overjoyed, and they got up and came to the big vat, and poured the food from their bowls into the big vat.

After stirring again, take it out and eat.

This time it was obviously different from the state just now, one or two of the people threw off their cheeks and ate fiercely.

These tricky people!

The leader of the green tribe looked at the state of the people in the tribe, and while thinking about it angrily, he ate at the same speed as the others.

After a hearty meal, the leader of the Green Tribe put down the bowl and let out a sigh of relief.

But this kind of comfort didn't last long. When he went to look at the salt jar and saw that there was less salt in it, the joy in his heart disappeared immediately.

Why didn't I hold back!

The leader of the Green Tribe patted himself on the thigh in frustration...

The troubles of the leader of the Green Tribe, the people of the Qingque Tribe naturally don't have it. Today's Qingque Tribe is all shrouded in surprise and joy.

The source of all this is the strange-looking thing in the lame hand.

This thing is about eighty centimeters high, with a circle at the bottom, and two handles at the back that resemble the shafts of a cart. On the top of the shelf is tied a large basket with a shallow mouth and a long mouth woven with thick rattan.