I am a Primitive Man

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In early spring, the Qingque tribe.

After the girl named Chun, whom Han Cheng had been looking forward to, came, the weather slowly warmed up, smelling hard, and there was a love-like spring breath everywhere.

For today’s tribe, the two most important things are spring plowing and autumn harvest. Especially now, there are more than two hundred more people in the tribe. After Han Chengdu feels the food pressure, spring plowing and autumn harvest. It is more important to be seen.

So when the ice and snow just melted, the people in the tribe basically gave up some unnecessary work at this time. Under the call of the son of Han Da, they devoted themselves to the great thing of spring plowing with full enthusiasm. .

Frames of plows, donkeys, and deer all came to the fields in early spring under the lead of people.

A handle, such as brass shovel and shank, were all held by people, and they were constantly waving towards the ground and fighting.

Moreover, because of the excessive labor, the new brass shovel and copper cast iron head were not manufactured, so that the bone shovel and stone iron head that had been eliminated for a long time were temporarily pulled out for use.

As everyone worked together, pieces of land were turned over...

Yuan looked dazed, this is the first time she has been in a daze since joining the Qingque tribe.

In fact, as early as the beginning of spring plowing, Yuan felt that there was not much that would surprise her to such an extent.

Because in this winter in the tribe, she has not been idle at all. Following the people in the tribe, she has seen many strange things and learned a lot of knowledge.

After the tempering of so many things, she felt that her nerves had become very tough, and she could face all kinds of new things in the tribe with a relatively peaceful mind.

However, the idea that she had generated when the ice and snow had just started to melt, was soon smashed by the large-scale spring ploughing that followed, and she successfully joined the ranks of true incense.

In front of her, the third spouse of the elder brother took a fat and strong donkey that was fed and walked across the land that had been planted several times.

The big brother slightly bowed his waist and held the plow with the whip, and followed forward.

As the donkey pulled, the bronze plow that slid into the soil easily washed away the soil.

Then the washed away mud rose along the curved bronze ploughshares.

On the way up, he turned his body over by the way, and when the roar fell, he had already buckled there sideways.

As the donkey continued to move forward, the plowed soil undulated like a wave of mud, with some beauty.

Yuan stood here, watching the rows of mud that lined up like waves in the river, smelling the peculiar, wet fragrance after the mud was opened, and the whole person was constantly losing consciousness. Among.

When the ice and snow had just melted, standing on the fence and looking at the barely visible side of the land around the tribe, Yuan felt a little lost.

Because in her opinion, there is too much land being cultivated around here!

Even if there are a lot of people in the tribe, they use tree sticks to dig the pit, and then throw some seeds into the pit, and use their feet to smash it. It takes people from the tribe and it takes a lot of time to complete it.

And now, the people in the tribe once again let her increase her knowledge.

The people of the tribe didn’t use the kind of pranks she thought of digging holes with sticks, but directly let the donkey and the deer pull this weird tool that the people of the tribe called the “plough” , Turn over all the land used!

No wonder there are not many vegetation growing in these lands around the tribe.

I have been turned over again every year, and no trees can grow!

After going out of the circle of God for a long time, and then cast his gaze on the donkey who was pulling the plow forward, he just had some eyes with focus, and was lost again.

These big animals have been in their own tribe for so many years, and the people of their own tribe just want to ride while hunting, but never thought that this donkey could have such a great use.

If one's original tribe develops this use early, there will be more crops that can be grown.

My original tribe will not be short of food, so the leader will not run so far to hunt and meet people from the sheep tribe...

This is the wisdom of the Son of God!

Donkeys, in my own tribe for so long, several previous priests have seen donkeys, but they didn't even think about applying it to crop planting.

After coming to the tribe, it was only the first time that the son of God saw the donkey. He thought of such a good way to use it. The wisdom of the son of God was really only admirable...

The witch on the side looked at Yuan in amazement until his mouth couldn't close together. He was very refreshed, and there was no more frustration at night to pretend to sleep.

Instead, he stood straight ~www.wuxiahere.com~ with a tall chest, and a head raised high, a refreshing feeling of raised eyebrows rose up.

But the **** son Han Da, who was constantly sighed by Yuan, and raised the height in his heart repeatedly, did not participate in the enthusiastic spring plowing industry at this time.

There is a ridge not too far from the tribal wall.

As the weather got warmer, some green grass buds were exposed under the withered grass.

At this time, Han Chengcheng was lying sideways on the ridge which was slightly warmed by the sun, with his head resting on the legs of the Bai Xuemei sitting on the ridge.

The leather cushion has a soft pillow.

There is no wind today. It has just passed noon. Even though the weather in early spring is still a bit cold, under the sun, the body is still warm.

Han Cheng tilted his head and rested on Bai Xue's lap, and thunder rang in his ears.

This is not a thunderbolt from the blue sky, nor is it that Chunlei is surging, but Baixue is pulling off a hair, ‘shanging it’, folds it in half and tied a small lump, and then gives Han Cheng’s ears without rim.

Bai Xuemei rubbed her fingers and her hair turned.

Along with a rumbling sound, an itchy but extremely comfortable feeling followed, and Han Cheng narrowed his eyes comfortably.

At a place not too far away from them, the little pea, who was walking more and more steadily, ran like a gyro, bending down from time to time, appearing awkwardly to pick up some treasures he found with his fingers.

The clumsy group followed lazily.

The picture is warm, and Han Cheng, who is watching, wants to freeze the time.

Xiao Wandou is a filial child. After picking up the baby for a while, he came over and put it in Han Cheng's hands.

If this guy is not picking up dried goat **** eggs, Han Cheng will be very moved...

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