I am a Primitive Man

By now, the Qingque tribe has formed two relatively stable festivals.

One is the year that Han Cheng strongly advocated, and the other is the sickle feast before the autumn harvest every year.

There is a fixed time for the year, but not for the feast. It depends on the time of the millet harvest.

The sickle feast is the last leisure time before the whole farming busy. After eating this rich meal, in the next farming busy, people who get up and down in the dark and busy will not be too particular about eating.

Because most of the energy and time were devoted to the busy and gratifying autumn harvest.

Compared with the most leisurely time in winter, the sickle feast before the autumn harvest is a bit hurried and simple, but the food is still much richer and more attractive than usual.

This can be seen from the action of everyone wiping the sweat from their foreheads while shoveling food into their mouths.

After preparing for nearly a day, the food was swept away by everyone. When everyone was touching their chubby belly and looking comfortably at the plentiful food that was about to be harvested, the **** Han Da, who hadn’t made any major moves for a long time, came In front of everyone, like everyone announced a good news.

The good news is actually a promise, a promise about eating.

In front of everyone, the people in the Qingque tribe of Han Xiangxiang announced that as long as the people in the tribe had a good autumn harvest, he would make an extremely delicious food for everyone to eat after the autumn harvest.

As soon as such news came out, it immediately made everyone excited and inexplicable.

People like Senior Brother Er who secrete a lot of saliva can't help swallowing just after hearing such a sentence.

God's son must be a fine product.

After so many years, people in the Qingque tribe have formed a consensus on this, especially when it comes to food.

So after Han Cheng announced this, the people in the Qingque tribe immediately became excited.

The crowd cheered, and some people have already started to ask the son of God what kind of delicious food is.

However, Han Cheng didn't disclose this time. He just said that letting them work well, after the autumn harvest, they will definitely produce delicious delicacies that will intoxicate them.

Curiosity does not distinguish between times. Han Cheng's words and the deliberate selling pass made the many foodies of the Qingque tribe feel itchy in their hearts, like a naughty lamb, licking with their tongues. The soles of the feet are average.

After they talked with each other, they didn't have any clues. The result of the discussion was to carry out the autumn harvest well and harvest all the grains as soon as possible. In this way, they can see and taste the son of God earlier. Said delicious food too.

Liang knew a little, and understood that the food that the **** son said must have something to do with the little fruit called pepper by the **** son.

But what kind of food the **** son will use it to make, but Liang doesn't know anything.

Regarding the Huajiao, Liang did not tell more people.

As someone who knows a little bit of inside information, he wants to see everyone intoxicated by the delicious food made by the son of God in the future.

And he, as a person who knows some inside stories, will also have a wonderful feeling of sharing in the commonwealth.

I have to say that sometimes people's ideas are really wonderful.

Everyone in the Qingque tribe, in the next autumn harvest, showed their excitement as if they were beaten up with blood, once again proving the simple and rude truth that the power of food is infinite.

In addition, the sickle is also replaced with shotguns, and the stone sickle and bone sickle have become sharper and easier to use. The speed of harvesting is not too fast.

The autumn sunshine sprinkled down wantonly, and an occasional autumn breeze brought a little coolness to everyone.

The raging autumn tigers and the wanton sweat did not reduce the enthusiasm of the Qingque tribe in the autumn harvest.

They moved quickly one by one, cutting down the crops, pushing them back to the scene with a wheelbarrow, and after drying them out, they started playing...

Bean, the leader of the original Huangguo tribe, was pulling a hemp rope and walking along the road paved with stone slabs.

The hemp rope was pulled into a sleeve and slung on his shoulder, and the other end of the hemp rope was tied to the front of the wheelbarrow.

The wheelbarrow is loaded with piles of tall millet, and behind the wheelbarrow, there is an old man from the Qingque tribe pushing the car with hands behind it, controlling the direction.

People from the original Huangguo tribe have joined the Qingque tribe for a short time, less than a year.

In the past six months, although they have learned a lot, they have not experienced the autumn harvest. Many people are not very proficient in harvesting crops, carts, and playing fields.

Therefore, most of them are assigned to only one task, which is to do a task that can be carried out without too many skills and only a handful of effort-pulling a cart.

Dou pulled the cart and cooperated with the old man from the Qingque tribe behind, pulling the cart to the nearest scene.

In the short gap after unloading the truck, Dou turned around and looked around, watching the scene where the people scattered on the field ~www.wuxiahere.com~ mutually cooperate and quickly reap the crops. His eyes are full of shock.

He had never experienced so many people working together on a large scale.

And the warm and positive atmosphere that everyone produced during their work was also something he had never experienced before.

Being in such a collective always makes him unconsciously mobilized with passion, with great enthusiasm for this kind of intense and exciting inexplicable labor...

This is really a wonderful feeling.

With the hard work of everyone, there are more and more bare fields around the tribe. Looking at it from a distance, the whole field of vision becomes wider.

In the scene, more and more haystacks piled up...

Halfway through the autumn harvest, a cloud floated in the sky, and the cloud grew bigger and bigger, and eventually covered the sky.

As a result, the ongoing autumn harvest stopped. After Han Cheng gave an order, everyone transported the harvested crops to the scene, harvested the dried grains and dried the grains, and hurriedly used the beaten corn poles to cover the corn. The duo of gaiguzi duo...

After a period of turmoil, I finally packed up my things before the rain fell.

The rain fell, which dealt a good blow to Qiuhuo's arrogance and made the air much cooler.

The people who hadn't been idle since the beginning of the autumn harvest were finally able to lean in this space and let their tired body get a good rest.

However, not many people in the tribe are happy because of this, and more are people who curse this ghostly weather.

Because they have not recovered all of their food, the rain at this time is likely to make the tribe a year of hard work in vain!

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