I am a primitive

However, compared with the braised pork eaten in later generations, it is still much worse.

And if you savor it carefully, you can still taste a not-so-good taste in these meats, even if you use wine, honey, onions, etc., they can't completely cover it.

Han Cheng knew the source of the smell, it was from the wild boar.

If you want to make wild boar delicious and completely remove this taste, you need to continue to domesticate it. At the same time, there is another necessary method, which is to kill the boar.

Of course, except for breeding pigs.

After Han Cheng left, those wild boars who tried to leave but couldn't get out, had grown up a lot of courage at this time, and began to eat the grass that Han Cheng threw in.

They are eating the grass, but they don't know that some of them will lose their balls in the future and become little eunuchs...

Facts have proved that primitive people are more than a bucket that can hold food.

This time Han Cheng made more food on purpose. Compared with the normal amount of food before, it was nearly [-]% more!

However, all these extra food disappeared at this moment, and all of them were packed into the stomachs of the tribesmen.

Looking at the crowd holding their stomachs and humming, Han Cheng, who was still sniffling his nose, could only keep repeating the word "fantasy" in his heart...

The foundation has not yet been dug, and the pigsty stopped.

The large piece of millet planted outside the tribe, the first planted, has matured, and it's time to rush to harvest the millet.

All the available manpower of the Qingque tribe was put into the great cause of harvesting millet, even Han Cheng, the son of God, was no exception.

All those unimportant tasks are stopped. At this time, everything must give way to the autumn harvest.

After all, these golden grains that watered their sweat are an extremely important food for them in the coming time.

"Chi Leng~ Chi Leng~"

The sickle in Tietou's hand jumped happily, and every time such a sound sounded, a row of grains was cut down by him and entered into his left hand.

At this time, it was the happiest moment for Tietou. The magical skills he had honed from mowing the grass could finally be displayed openly in front of people.

Compared with the messy grass, Chenglong's millet is really easy to mow for Tietou.

When others pass by, they only cut two columbines (six longs), and he is directly three columbines!And the speed is faster than being caught.

Often the people who opened the scythe at the same time as him would take a long time to cut off the head, and the iron head was already sitting on the ridge of the field to rest.

When others finally cut off their heads and began to rest while wiping off their sweat, he, who had already rested, got up and began to cut back again, and the harvested area was still very clean, with almost no grain dropped.

When it comes to harvesting crops, Tietou will always be a man that others cannot look up to.

Of course, he also blindly showed his speed, ignoring others. When he was about to finish work, after he cut the head, he would not start a new one. Instead, he turned his head and took responsibility for those who were left behind by him at the harvest A few times, 'meet' with them...

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Qiuhu showed his might wantonly, and amidst the scorching sun, the people of the Qingque tribe also became enthusiastic like fire.

Shiny sweat washed down, washed away the millet rust stained on everyone's bodies, and dripped into the harvested millet field, soaking the harvested field.

The golden millet fell one by one, with the joy of harvest.

"Let's go!"

The second senior brother raised his voice to say hello, and exerted his strength. Amidst the creaking sound of wooden wheels, the wheelbarrow filled with sharpened grains rolled up, carrying heavy harvests, and headed all the way to the threshing field in front of the tribe.

Behind the second brother, followed by a little doll who looked about four or five years old, squatting down from time to time, picking up the ears of grain that fell on the ground, there were already more than a dozen of them in her hands.

There are five such trolleys in total, and behind each of them is a little doll like this.

The rest of the children who were not assigned such jobs kept searching in the fields after the harvest, picking up the ears of grain that had fallen on the ground and placing them on the grain pile.

For food, the people of the Qingque tribe are not willing to spoil it at all.

On the edge of the threshing field, the harvested millet has been piled up in a big pile.

On the scene, the first batch of millet harvested was spread out.

The balloon holds a wooden fork in its hand, and every once in a while, it will come over and turn it over again, so that they can be more evenly dried.

"Okay, let's start!"

Looking at the sun that was already slanting to the west, he took a few ears of millet and rubbed them in his hands. When he saw that it was almost the same, Han Chengcheng brought the uncle deer who had had a full meal, put it on, and then led it and the stone roller Go to the drying field.

The other three also each brought a deer and a stone roller, and started to play.

The heavy stone roller crushed the soft millet, and immediately sank half of it into it. After the crushing passed, a deep mark was left there.

Some grains were crushed and fell off the ears.

Han Cheng led Uncle Lu on the scene, going around in circles.

It’s not about going around blindly, but to make the next lap press the previous lap, and move forward and round by round.

This can ensure that all the grains spread on the scene are evenly crushed to the greatest extent.

The few balloon players who used the deer to pull the stone rollers for the first time were thinking about the essentials that Han Cheng told them before, while watching Han Cheng demonstrate, and it didn't take long for them to master it.

The balloon seemed very excited, because after the stone roller was run over once, the effect was better than his five shots with a wooden fork, and the key was that the speed was very fast.

Originally, seeing such a big field all at once, he was a little worried that he would not be able to fight today, but now that he has witnessed the speed of the Lula Stone Roller on the field with his own eyes, his previous worries are not at all. up.

Not only that, but I feel that the spread is a bit too small...

After being run over for a while, they took Uncle Lu to the side, took off their jackets, and took them to a cool place to rest.

The balloons use a wooden fork to turn over the millet that is ground into porcelain, and then dry it for a while, then beat it a second time, a third time...

While the Qingque tribe was immersed in the joy of the harvest and went all out to harvest the food, the leader of the green tribe and the people of the green tribe were also collecting the sporadic weeds growing around the tribe.

Seeing that there is only a small bundle of weeds with tassels, the leader of the green tribe wants to cry but has no tears.

If I hadn't been so hot-headed before, there shouldn't be so many weeds that my tribe can collect now.

In such a mood, he put a piece of leather that had not been completely dried on top of the pile of leather in front of him.

This piece of wet leather was obtained not long ago.

"#@#!"

The leader of the green tribe looked at the things on the ground with some reluctance, and then forcefully lifted the spikes of weeds to his shoulders.

The rest of the people also carried furs, fruits and other things on their shoulders, and set off with the leader.