I am a primitive

Looking at this scene, Han Cheng's nose felt a little sore...

The days went by bit by bit, slowly and swiftly.

In a blink of an eye, the hot summer has passed, and Qiuhu followed closely, continuing to exude its prestige.

But in any case, autumn is autumn. Although it is still hot during the day, the temperature drops at night.

When sleeping, if you don't cover it with a thin layer of animal skin, it will make people feel cool.

Time is a magical thing that not only brings about a series of changes, but also heals the pain in people's hearts.

People have gradually gotten used to Huo Yi's death, and when they think about it again, they won't be as sad as before. Even Huo Er, the number of times in the past is also less.

In fact, life is like this, not to be immersed in grief and grief, and to move forward is the most important thing to do.

The autumn tiger wreaked havoc, and when it slowly went away, the millet planted by the Qingque tribe in spring also turned yellow.

The threshing ground outside the gate has been cleaned up, and many sickles, wooden forks, brooms, wheelbarrows and other things are all ready.

After a sumptuous meal, the people of the Qingque tribe, who were sharpening their knives, rushed to a golden field with the joy of a good harvest.

The sickle moved quickly, and the millet plants standing with their heads bowed slowly fell to the ground with the sound of "stab edge, thorn edge".

Sweat slid down the bronze-colored skin, and under the reflection of the autumn sun and golden millet, it seemed to turn golden.

In the sound of the wheelbarrow's creaking, the wooden wheel briskly ran over the newly built stone road, and transported the heavy harvest to the threshing field...

Stalling, playing, turning, starting, raising the field...

After a series of processes, the clean grains appeared in front of everyone, and after drying, they were sent to the granary.

The leftover millet from last year was cleaned out, dried in the sun, and then stored separately. When the time comes, the old millet will be eaten first, and the new millet will be eaten after eating.

The Qingque Tribe harvested more millet this year than last year.

On the one hand, the people of the Qingque tribe are more familiar with all aspects of millet planting than last year, and on the other hand, more millet was planted this year than last year.

In addition to the first [-] mu, after the rape was harvested, the [-] mu of land was also planted with late millet under Han Cheng's order.

When the early millet was ready to be received in the house, the late millet was just ready to be harvested.

Naturally, the output was not as good as that of early millet, but one mu of land was not much less.

The one hundred mu of land planted with late millet will fall fallow this winter.

Han Cheng will select more than 100 mu of land that has not been planted with rapeseed to plant this year's rapeseed.

Different species have different requirements for some nutrients in the land, which is one of the reasons why Han Cheng rotated millet and rapeseed...

The days that seem to be very similar day by day are repeated and lived with new ideas.

When the people of the Qingque tribe harvested the hemp and buried it in the hemp pit, the leader of the donkey tribe also took the things exchanged from the Qingque tribe to a distant place to do business.

Compared with the high spirits of the past, the leader of the donkey tribe at this time seemed a little silent.

There was a reason for his silence. As the transaction continued, the furs of the surrounding tribes had been exchanged for a Qiqibaba with precious pottery and salt.

It is not easy to easily obtain a large amount of fur from these tribes.

All he can do is to take the people in the tribe, carry pottery and salt on their backs, and continue to go further afield. Only those tribes that have never been exchanged can provide a large amount of fur.

The ever-increasing itinerary is a big burden for everyone in the donkey tribe.

It is precisely because of this that the leader of the donkey tribe became relatively silent...

The grass roots put a few precocious fruits into the straw basket behind them.

There were some scars on his body, and his already crooked nose became even more crooked.

It was the second leader of the Tengshe tribe who beat him, and the reason for the beating was very simple.

I have been waiting here for such a long time, and the black tribe that the grassroots mentioned has never been here.

After putting the fruit into the basket, Caogen stood up straight and looked in the direction where the black tribe had come. All he saw were trees and weeds.

The black tribe was still missing, just like the herd of deer he had been waiting for.

Now, the grassroots look forward to that black tribe more than they look forward to those hateful deer.

Because if the deer didn't come, he would eat less meat at most, and if the black tribe didn't come again, he would be beaten again in a few days.

"#￥%!"

The anxious grassroots cursed a few times, because of the crooked nose, the voice seemed a little hoarse,

However, after cursing, all you can do is continue to wait...

"&*%@#!"

A man from the donkey tribe, who was carrying three clay pots set together, pointed to the front and shouted excitedly.

Some donkey tribe leaders who were in a daze quickly stared at it...

(Starting to kick off the prelude to the snake, this plot has been conceived for a long time, it should be more exciting)

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After watching the situation carefully for a while, the leader of the donkey tribe swept away the dullness before and became excited.

Following his gaze, he saw some people walking around with stone spears in their hands in a dense forest in front of them, as if they were looking for prey.

The leader of the donkey tribe was of course excited. He had never been to this land before, and meeting people here at this time meant that in all likelihood, it was a completely new tribe that they had never seen before.

Meeting such a tribe meant that they could get a lot of animal skins in exchange.

This is the experience he has gained from doing transactions back and forth over the years.

"#￥￥%!"

After watching the situation there for a while, he shouted excitedly to the people behind, and then took the lead.

The rest of the tribe were also more excited, carrying pottery and salt, and followed the leader towards their new trading target...

The second leader of the original Tengshe tribe walked among the woods with a stone spear in his hand, looking at the people hunting around, he felt a little happy.

He became the leader of the tribe again. Originally, he had no chance to become the leader, but in the summer, when the four newly elected leaders were leading people to hunt, they stepped on a poisonous snake and died not long after.