I am a Primitive Man

"Swipe~!"

The shovel shoveling the chaff-bearing grains rises high, and the golden sand-like grains are scattered in the air and fall in long strips.

This is the exquisiteness of Yangchang, which is called ‘will raise a line, not a large area. ’

Long strips of grains are scattered in the air, and the debris inside is easily blown away by the wind, and after falling on the ground, some impurities on the surface are also easy to be swept away with a broom tip.

In the Qingque tribe, when it comes to raising the field, these balloons are often called second, and no one dares to be the first.

However, now he, the No. 1 expert, frowned as he watched the rising and falling grains.

If it were in the past, after this way, there will be no more impurities in the fallen grain, but now, there are a lot of chaff on it.

It's not that his skills have declined as much as before, but that Tiangong is not being beautiful today, and the field has been up less than half, and there is no more wind.

The balloon put down the shovel, and gently swept away the chaff on it with a broom.

For Yangchang, he has a mentality that is almost stubborn and doesn't want any debris to appear on the pile of grain that has been raised.

After sweeping the chaff aside, the balloon felt a little better.

Looking at the motionless leaves, the balloon became dejected again. I don’t know when it will be finished.

There is no wind, and the balloon can't do anything. It can only wait, when the wind comes, and when will it start flying.

However, this wait until the next day.

The weather was not very good the next day, the sun was hanging in the sky, and the moon was in general.

All the millet harvested by the Qingque tribe was beaten once, and the millet poles were stacked on the sidelines.

Except for the last half pile of grains, the rest were lifted out.

The millet from the first two games has been dried and put in the room.

At this time, someone was busy transporting the millet drying in the courtyard to the house, worried that the rain would fall today, and drench the things that were only harvested.

"Balloon, don't wait anymore, take the millet back, and raise it again when the time comes..."

Someone greeted.

The balloon looked at the sky and then at the pile of grains mixed with a lot of chaff. After waiting for a while, I still had to bow my head like reality.

He found the lint covered with smooth animal skins and began to load these grains mixed with chaff and transport them to the house.

An open-handled tool such as a lint is used to carry things and is much easier to use than a clay pot, except for water.

The old lint can not be filled with fine grains such as rapeseed and millet, because a lot of it will be spilled from the gap.

Later, Han Cheng used hairless, old animal skins that could not keep warm, and this problem was solved.

"Balloon, wait, use this."

The balloon stopped and saw the son of God walking towards him with a big, strange thing in his hand.

Han Cheng was holding a dustpan, which was recently made by a limp.

The main purpose of this thing is to clean up dirty grain, whether there is wind or not, and secondly, it can be used to transport grain.

The main materials of the dustpan are flexible tree strips, rope, and bark.

In later life, the dustpans Han Cheng saw were basically made of unpeeled hemp.

Although Han Cheng had found traces of hemp, he did not bring back a few strains, so he could only use Teng Tiao instead.

It is more difficult to make a dustpan from a rattan rod, but it is stronger than a hemp rod.

The big opening of the dustpan was wrapped in tough bark.

It is often used to shovel things here, it is easy to wear, and the tough bark can give it the greatest degree of protection.

The balloon was squeezed so that there was only a slit left because of the excess fat on his face. The eyes widened, looking at the dustpan in Han Cheng's hand, full of doubt.

Can this weird thing clean up millet?

How to clean up?

Shovel these grains first and then throw them up like a shovel?

It’s just that this head is too big, right?

How could it be possible to throw so many grains?

The dustpan that Han Cheng held in his hand was not small. The width of the opening was more than 70 cm, the front and back length was 60 cm, and the highest point was 25 cm.

This dustpan can be filled with more than 20 catties of grain, of course it is impossible to throw it.

Looking at the reaction of the balloon, Han Cheng knew that he hadn't figured out how to use it, so he didn't say more. He walked directly to the uncleaned grain pile, bent over and shoveled it with a dustpan.

Then he walked to a place that was not in the way, holding the dustpan in both hands, shaking it up and down.

The grain in the dustpan was tossed away from the dustpan more than ten centimeters high, and fell back into the dustpan without stopping, before being tossed again.

From time to time, dust and grain chaff came out of the dustpan and fell on the ground.

As for the heavier grains, except for a few restless grains, the rest stayed in the dustpan.

Except for the shortcomings of large dust, there is nothing to say about objects like dustpans used to clean food.

The balloon was squeezed by the chubby flesh, and there were not many eyes left, and it widened again, filled with surprises.

"God, I am coming."

After Han Cheng poured the cleaned grains into the pavement, he rubbed his hands with the balloon in surprise, and said to Han Cheng with a look of expectation.

This dustpan was originally used for balloons. Han Cheng didn't intend to wink for too long. Seeing that the balloons already understood how to use this thing, he handed it over and acted as a technical guide.

The crops are not difficult to live, and they can be learned by seeing them.

When the dustpan first arrived in the hands of the balloon, he was still a little unfamiliar. After two dustpans, he became familiar, and even surpassed Han Cheng, who was a dustpan.

It's not that Han Cheng is too stupid, but that he doesn't use much dustpan ~www.wuxiahere.com~ Another thing is that height and strength are not dominant.

"Brush, brush, brush..."

The sound of grain colliding with dustpan, I can't help but think of the grain being cleaned out continuously.

At this time, the weather became more and more sultry, the moon-like sun in the sky had disappeared and was replaced by large clouds.

A heavy rain is about to fall.

The people of the Qingque tribe have collected all the dried grains back. At this moment, someone is busy covering the pasted grain poles with thatch and then pressing them with stones.

At this time, a wooden fork is used for threshing millet, and millet is not as good as rapeseed. It is not possible to beat all the grains down after one time. It needs to be beaten a second time, even a third or fourth time.

The harvest will fall off a cliff, but as long as there is a harvest, it is always good.

The breath of heavy rain is not only felt by people, but also by other creatures, such as deer, sheep, and chickens, which seem a little restless.

The balloon with the fat flesh on his face was shaking harder, and it jogged, and finally cleared out the last bit of dirty grain before the heavy rain fell.

Carrying a dustpan and a small half of the millet head rushed all the way to the house, panting for breath, watching the big raindrops fall, the balloon breathed out, revealing the relief of relief and the joy of victory.

Then his eyes fell on the dustpan in his hand. If it weren't for it, the grains would not be cleaned out this time.

Because until now, there hasn't been some wind outside.

Only one such good thing is really too few, and the tribe must have more.

He made up his mind, and when he was free, he must be more like a **** and ask for advice, and learn how to make a dustpan.

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