I am a primitive

After all, the millet harvested this year alone occupies as many as six houses.

As for the big tiled house made of blue bricks, Han Cheng didn't plan to let people live in it.

The newly built house has the same specifications as before, and it is also a series of twelve rooms.

But the difference is that instead of building a partition wall for every room to support the beams, a partition wall is built for every third room.

The rest of the place is supported by triangular beams made of wood, just like a large tiled house made of blue bricks.

This wall, like the previous one, is made of stones and rammed earth on the top, instead of bricks.

First, firing bricks is too troublesome, time-consuming and labor-intensive, and second, the houses here have not yet reached the level of building with green bricks.

After all, Han Cheng consciously wanted to highlight the superiority of green brick buildings, so naturally he would not let people use green bricks to build residential houses at this time.

On the back mountain, a few people who often mow the grass in Tietou are harvesting thatch there.

After a period of time, the harvested and dried thatch will be used to build the roof of the newly built house together with the previously accumulated thatch.

The newly built houses don't use tiles, which was also specially explained by Han Cheng to echo the two kinds of ID cards he was going to implement.

These newly built thatched huts were prepared for those who joined the tribe later.

Second-level citizens with wooden ID cards can only live in this kind of thatched house, while first-level citizens live in tile-roofed houses.

In this respect the two are distinguished.

Han Cheng looked at the busy people for a while, and then looked down at the seven wild boars in the pigsty.

The wounds on several wild boars have basically healed. After a period of captivity, these wild boars are no longer as wild as before, and they will no longer try to climb over the small cage that imprisoned them here.

Even if Han Cheng is here at this time, they can turn a blind eye.

Two wild boar cubs sat in the pigsty and ate the food in the pig trough, while the other four lay down against the stone wall of the pigsty, enjoying the sunshine in autumn.

There was another one, looking at the sky hesitantly.

In the pig trough, there is not pure grass, but rice bran, chopped grass, and some water for washing pots and dishes, and things mixed together.

The water for washing the pot is oily and salty, which is very appetizing for wild boars.

After all, these guys are omnivores. Besides grass, meat is not taboo.

Of course, after coming to the Qingque tribe, the chances of eating meat are not many in the future.

Nowadays, the wild boar breeding scale of the Qingque Tribe is not large, and this small pigsty does not seem crowded.

It is not too late to expand the pigsty after the wild boars grow up and the size of the herd expands.

As for the feeding of wild boars, there is no need to worry.

Because as far as the current situation is concerned, the number of wild boars is not large, and they can pass by with improvisation.

For a long time to come, the food of these wild boars will be mainly chaff and grass or hay.

Sometimes, there will be some rapeseed, millet, or broken fruit mixed in.

As for the issue of eating so lightly and not growing tall and fat, there is no need to worry too much.

Han Cheng had read a news before, saying that a person often raised pigs with spoiled fruits, and the pigs grew fat...

In my memory, the farmer feeds the pigs themselves. In order to make the pigs grow faster, a lot of meat is killed during the Chinese New Year. After the steamed sweet potatoes are mashed, they are fed with bran.

However, with such treatment, the few wild boars in the tribe should not think about it. After all, so far in the tribe, the only food that can be called food is millet.

If this kind of feeding continues, the wild boars in the tribe will not be as fat as the pigs of later generations, but the great business of raising pigs can still continue.

After all, sweet potatoes were gradually introduced into our country after the middle and late Ming Dynasty. Before that, our country had a history of raising pigs for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

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Han Cheng looked away from the pig trough, and fell on the wild boar who was lying on his side alone, looking at the sky with melancholy eyes.

This wild boar was of course depressed, because just ten days ago, it was caught out of the pigsty by these ferocious hairless monkeys, and tied up on a wooden post with its limbs separated and its back facing the sky.

Then a guy with an iron knife came and fumbled between its hind legs.

Just when it thought it would be able to pass through it, something even more terrifying happened. After all kinds of heart-rending pain came, it became a pig that could not move and was not healthy.

Its two balls were forcibly cut open by the ferocious hairless monkey, and then took it away.

Because it was the first time for the person who performed the knife to do such a thing, the technique was immature, so that the wild boar suffered even more damage...

This is not the most frightening thing. The most frightening thing is that when its injury gradually improved, it found that the other pigs looked at it differently.

It was excluded in the pigsty, neither the five sows nor the boar were willing to play with it...

Han Cheng looked at the melancholy wild boar for a while, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

Because the two balls of this wild boar were eaten by him after they were cooked.

Of course, this was not the reason why he was laughing at the wild boar who was missing something at this time, after all, his psychology hadn't reached that level of distortion.

The reason why he showed such an intriguing smile was because he remembered what happened that night after eating the cooked eggs.

Those two things worked surprisingly well, even completely exceeding Han Cheng's expectations.

So much so that that night, Han Cheng's brain became hot and he couldn't control it. The boy body of the two lifetimes was completely confessed to Bai Xuemei...

There is no need to describe the process in detail, just looking at Han Cheng's smiling face at the sight of the wild boar without balls at the moment, one knows that it must be wonderful.

"Brother Cheng..."

Bai Xuemei's voice sounded, interrupting Han Cheng's thoughts, who were reminiscing about the past.

"Look!"

Han Cheng's body was still facing the outer wall of the pigsty, and his neck was turned back as hard as possible, forming a posture that was uncomfortable to watch.

With an excited face, Bai Xuemei raised a dustpan made of tree branches in her hand high, with an expression of excitement and showing off, as if inviting Han Cheng for success.

Inside the dustpan tribe is a dustpan of silkworm cocoons, which are produced by silkworms.

This is the last batch of silkworm cocoons this year. In the future, even if silkworm larvae can still be hatched, there will not be enough mulberry leaves to feed them.

I don't know if it's Han Cheng's illusion, but the cocoons in the dustpan seem to be bigger than the original ones.