I am a primitive

Deer can't come out?

Why didn't the good ones come out?Han Cheng was even more puzzled.

"deer……"

Shi Shi, who ran to Han Cheng's side, complained to Han Cheng about Uncle Lu's blackness with a helpless face.

Han Cheng, who was walking back and listening to the stone, twitched the corner of his mouth slightly. This guy, still wants to turn the world upside down?Just got the bronze plow out, this guy doesn't want to work anymore?

How can this be done?

After Han Cheng brewed his emotions for a while, he walked towards the tribe at a faster speed.

Inside the deer enclosure, in the eyes of the tired and sweating Tietou, only the two black nostrils and big yellow teeth of Uncle Lu remained.

One person, one deer, this is a complete competition.

From the postures of the two, it can be seen that the calm-looking Uncle Lu has the absolute upper hand.

Han Cheng, who came to the gate of the deer circle, felt angry and wanted to laugh when he saw this scene.

"Iron Head, loosen the rope."

Han Cheng stood here watching for a while, suppressed his smile, adjusted his mood, and said.

The iron head was sweating profusely, and his tired hands were hurting. Hearing this, he put down the rope in the deer's hand.

It wasn't Tietou who reacted quickly, but Uncle Lu who had been competing with Tietou.

It was originally stuck in the neck, but when it heard Han Cheng's voice suddenly, the hair all over its body trembled involuntarily.

Turning his head slightly to look at Han Cheng, his ears instantly pricked up, and his receding body also stood up straight all of a sudden, becoming serious.

It's as if it wasn't the one who fought against the iron head before, and it didn't know the deer that did those things at all.

It's just that the atmosphere is a little awkward for a while.

Seeing the contrasting performance of this fellow, Han Cheng couldn't help but twitch slightly at the corner of his mouth, he was so immoral!

The refined Uncle Lu obviously didn't know what integrity was, so he stayed here for a while, met Han Cheng's eyes, then turned his head away, and sneaked into the doe herd.

"return!"

Han Cheng put on a serious face and scolded, Uncle Lu, who had just slipped two steps, froze immediately, and even the little tail behind him stopped shaking.

"go out!"

Han Cheng continued to reprimand with a stern face, while pointing his finger outside the deer pen. The deer pen was quiet for a while.

Tie Tou, who had been bullied by the deer, snorted at Uncle Lu with a sense of pleasure that someone was supporting him, and walked over to grab Uncle Lu's rope, ready to get this guy out.

However, Uncle Lu lowered his head abruptly at this moment, pointing his horns at the iron head.

Feeling that his head does not have the iron head of Uncle Lu, he quickly dodges aside when he sees this, so as not to be hurt by this lawless guy in the tribe.

As far as its corner is concerned, it is really uncomfortable to be pushed on it.

Han Cheng was also surprised, this guy is really going to turn the world upside down today?

While tensing up, he was ready to yell at him, but the next scene left Han Cheng stunned on the spot.

Because Uncle Lu, who lowered his head to look like a human, has already raised his head at this time.

This is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that it has a rope holding it in its mouth.

The guy with the rope in his mouth walked towards Han Cheng with a low eyebrow, and then led him out of the deer pen, looking as wronged as he wanted, as cowardly as he wanted...

There was silence inside and outside the deer circle. Not only did Tie Tou's eyes widen, but even Han Cheng was stunned by Uncle Lu's unexpected operation...

(The queue lasted from 07:30 to the afternoon, and it was finally my turn to answer...)

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The air in early spring is still cold, but these can't stop the enthusiasm of the Qingque tribe to work on the land.

All the labor experts came to the field of hope with their heads and copper buckets.

"puff!"

The head of the shovel held in the bottle's hand rose and fell, and felt that the whole bronze shovel was submerged into the wet soil without using too much force.

Hold the handle of the shovel with both hands, and when the bottle is lifted up, the shovel submerged in the soil is lifted up, and a large piece of soil is also lifted up at the same time.

The bottle's hand holding the handle of the shovel was lifted up slightly, and the wrist was slightly exerted. When the shovel was raised less than half a meter high and fell again, it became the shovel with its back facing down.

The back of the picket smashed on the large piece of soil that had just been lifted up, knocking it open, and after a few more blowdowns, the large piece of dirt that was dug up was completely shattered.

After finishing this shovel, the bottle continued to dig forward without stopping at all. The more I planed, the more enjoyable I felt, and the more I fell in love with the bronze shovel.

Compared with the stone shovel commonly used in the tribe, the bronze shovel is not only lighter, but also sharper. It is much thinner and more suitable for planing the ground. It can be easily planed without too much effort. into the ground.

And compared with the stone, it is also much stronger. When lifting the wooden handle to pry the soil up, you don't have to be as careful as using a stone head, always worrying that it will break if you use too much force.

The bronze shovel is easy to use, so that the bottle with too many stone shovels will not feel tired when digging the ground.

Going down one by one, it was fast and good, and it reached the opposite field ridge in one go, and just stopped, leaning on the picket to rest on the ground.

Even when he was resting, his gaze never left the pick in his hand.

Bottle once again marveled at Shenzi's wisdom in his heart, no wonder Shenzi spent so much effort to get the bronze out and make it into various tools.

With these bronze-cast farm tools, Ying Zi is now fully confident about what the Son of God said after the Chinese New Year will open up another [-] acres of arable land.

Let alone [-] mu, even more can be produced.

Because in addition to these shovels in their hands, there are more powerful bronze farm tools.

After carefully examining the bronze-headed bottle in his hand for a while, he raised his head and looked towards a part of the field.

From there, there would be a few shouts from time to time, and more than 20 deer, pulling wooden plows with bronze plowshares and plow walls in groups of two and two, walked in the field, followed by some people who supported the plow.

As the deer continued to advance, the bronze plowshares submerged into the ground easily broke through the flat land.

Before the lifted soil had time to disperse to the two sides, it met the plow wall that sloped forward and sideways with some curvature.

As a result, after the plowed soil climbed up the plow wall for a certain distance, it all turned in one direction uniformly.

One after another, they were turned up and down one by one, and after spreading out, it was like a brown ocean appeared on the field.