I am a primitive

Han Cheng found a reason for himself, then went to drink the millet porridge in the bowl, trying not to look at the goose meat in the bowl in front of him.

Goose meat with a layer of honey should taste very delicious.

Otherwise, the toothless witch wouldn't have given up his favorite millet porridge and devoted himself to dealing with a goose leg in his hand.

Eldest brother and the others won't even chew up the bones and eat them.

How about just a sip?

Anyway, this is not the two geese who are deeply in love with each other...

Under the delicious temptation, Han Cheng kept sliding towards the edge of evil, and finally fell into the abyss, and was still addicted to it, unable to extricate himself.

The person who originally agreed to taste a little bit, after eating all the goose meat in the bowl, still licked his shiny mouth with some unsatisfied desire.

If he hadn't thought that the remaining geese would be used to domesticate geese, he would most likely have stabbed them.

As for the previous sentimentality, it still exists, but it doesn't affect Han Cheng's eating meat.

Well, I can't stop eating meat while being sentimental.

The number of geese shot to death was an odd number, but no other geese were seen to die in love, presumably these were due to the emotional disharmony between husband and wife.

Compared with those two geese, they are so far apart that it is disgusting.

Only by being eaten can I better express the feeling of spurning in my heart...

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Han Cheng boarded the wall again, not to shoot geese again, but to look around.

Today's Qingque tribe is extremely open around, and the line of sight can extend far. This is because the surrounding forests have been wiped out in large areas and turned into fertile fields.

Water and soil erosion also happened, but not serious.

Firstly, it is the place where the cultivated land is reclaimed, and the flat ones are generally selected. Second, Han Cheng asked people to build a large number of drainage facilities in the field.

The newly reclaimed cultivated land generally suffers more water and soil erosion in the first two years, and it can basically be ignored after the constructed ditches have grown grass.

There are quite a few people scattered on this large piece of land outside.

The first crop of millet has already started to sow, and the elders of the Qingque tribe began to sow with a columbine cart, yelling at the deer.

Sowing seeds is the patent of the citizens of the Qingque tribe. In their view, this is a very important thing, and the slaves are not allowed to intervene at all.

These slaves can only do things like open up wasteland and land.

While sowing seeds, some are plowing the ground, and farther away are slaves who are still opening up wasteland.

This is the advantage of having a large number of people, which can spread out and do many things at the same time.

Bugs Bunny, the gardener, is not idle either. He is not pruning branches and leaves for the fruit trees of the tribe, or he is tending the nursery.

Every spring is the busiest time for him.

On the edge of the tree sticks outside the wall, Wu Zheng was digging a ditch with a handful of smaller stone shovels.

Beside him are small bundles of iron fence house seedlings that are green as a whole.

Wu never forgot about strengthening the tribe's defense.

This matter was too urgent, so he didn't let others intervene, but did it slowly by himself.

About 100 meters away from the quarry, there is a hill that is not too big, but also not small.

There are many trees growing on the mountain bag, and some trees cannot be hugged by several people.

It is enough to prove that this mountain bag is not as barren as imagined.

At this time, on the south side of the hill, there were more than a dozen people with tools in their hands, constantly cutting down the trees growing on this land.

The smaller trees are cut down directly, and the larger ones are peeled in circles.

Sometimes after clearing out a wide enough isolation zone, it is set on fire.

The people of the Qingque Tribe have done a lot of this in the past few years, and they are very proficient.

This was done by Han Cheng, who wanted to create an open space of about four or five acres in the sunny place south of the mountain before the end of spring.

Certainly not for growing food.

Around the Qingque tribe, there is still a lot of flat land that can be cultivated, and it can't reach the point where they are frantic and hungry.

The reason for doing this is that the mulberry saplings planted before are ready to be transplanted.

He wanted to gradually clear away the rest of the miscellaneous trees on the mountain, plant mulberry trees one by one, and turn it into a mulberry mountain.

After the silkworms in the tribe gradually improved, it would be much easier to expand the scale of silkworm farming with this Mulberry Mountain.

It takes ten years to grow trees, and a hundred years to grow people. These are things that are often calculated in years or ten years, and they need to be prepared in advance.

After looking back and forth at the tribe for a while, Han Cheng's eyes fell on the east side of the tribe again.

That was where Shang, Mao and the others took the trade team out.

After such a long time, they should be coming back soon, right?

Looking forward to the return of Shang and Mao, on the one hand, I am worried about them, and on the other hand, I want to see what they bring back earlier, and see how much they can gain.

It's a bit like the feeling of waiting for the express delivery after online shopping in later generations.

After waiting like this for a while, but seeing no one, Han Cheng got down from the fence, went outside the fence, and went to plant the Tieli House with Wu.

Tie Li Zhai is very densely planted, about five centimeters per plant.

And not only one row was planted, but four rows were planted at once, with an interval of ten centimeters between each row.

This kind of density, after a long time, is completely a green and dense wall that only the wind can drill through.

Three days later, it was a drizzling day.

Because of the rain, the Qingque tribe seemed much quieter and more leisurely than before.

Han Cheng stayed in the room, watching Bai Xuemei's weaving.

Fu Jiang, who had abandoned the other dogs, lay at Han Cheng's feet, sleeping leisurely and taking a nap, enjoying a kind of tranquility.