Under the eaves, a few black elves from the south were chattering and discussing the place to build a new home.

Someone wanted to use bows and arrows to let these birds that dared to occupy a place under the eaves of their tribe. Seeing the inviolability of the Qingque tribe, Han Cheng stopped them.

Little swallows in floral dresses are a kind of beneficial insects, and it is best to do a lot of harm.

Moreover, according to the legend, the swallow is a kind of lucky bird, nesting under the eaves of the house, proves that this family is easy to get lucky.

How could it be said of the old Wang Xietang Qianyan flying into the homes of ordinary people?

The first-class family of celebrities have fallen, and without luck, swallows, the auspicious bird who loves the old nest, have also abandoned...

Of course, this is just a way of saying that it's a colorful head, and it can't be too true.

Not only did Han Cheng not let people hurt these black elves, but after he discovered that the swallows had begun to build their nests under the eaves, Han Cheng also planted two tall poles not far away with his hands. The rope is too thick.

The tired swallow stood on this line and combed its feathers, reflected in the warm sky, like a few notes jumping on a staff.

Looking up at these, Han Cheng felt some familiar flavors.

Standing aside, Bai Xuemei was looking up with her small face up. The peach blossoms that did not bloom were so beautiful. She was dangling her horn braids. She didn't understand why Brother Cheng looked so absorbedly...

"Bang bang bang..."

"Wow..."

Successive voices sounded in the long-standing orchard of the Qingque tribe, shaking the flying flowers all over the ground.

In the worrisome gaze of Wu and the others, many branches of these fruit trees were cut off, and some of the cut branches were thicker than the mouth of the bowl.

Over the past few years, the annual fruit output of this naturally formed orchard has gradually decreased.

Fortunately, they don't rely on this fruit to survive the winter now, otherwise, this thing is really melancholy for the witch and the big brothers.

In an accidental mention, the son of God learned of this and said that he had a way to make the fruit tree bear more fruit again.

At this time, it was not time to plant millet, and the rapeseed was just beginning to stalk, occasionally some yellow flowers appeared, and it was not yet the vigorous season of blooming. At this time, the Qingque tribe was relatively idle.

So in the mood to follow the son of God, many people came to this orchard with the son of God, wanting to see how the son of God used the methods to make these fruit trees bear more fruit.

As a result, the solution after waiting was so simple and rude that even primitive people could not look down on it.

Just one word-chop!

After coming here, the great **** son faced these blooming Zhengyan or budding fruit trees, without the slightest compassion, and directly carried out the tricks of stubborn flowers.

He used a relatively sharp piece of stone to mark out some branches of these fruit trees, so that people would chop off all the branches along the way he made, or saw them off with a saw.

The methods were extremely cruel, some fruit trees were reduced by two thirds directly after his handwriting!

Seeing the falling flowers all over the ground and the numerous remnant branches on the ground, Wu and the big brothers and others, couldn't help but twitch.

This is the way to increase the yield of fruit trees?

With so many branches removed, where can the output increase?

Not only will it not increase, but the biggest possibility is that it will reduce production...

Just looking at the self-confident **** child who was constantly paddling on the fruit tree with stones in his hand, they whispered again.

Except for the canned food and accidentally turned into wine, the **** child seems to have done nothing wrong with other things.

There is also such a precedent, so they did not speak rashly, but with the idea of ​​seeing the results in time.

Of course, another more important reason is that the tribe does not live by this orchard now.

Under such circumstances, the son of God can do whatever he wants with this orchard.

Han Cheng stood here and looked at this stout peach tree with a lot of peach gum on it, and decisively marked a few branches.

The trees are so old, if you don't have to clean and prune some branches ruthlessly, how many fruits will they produce?

The nutrients absorbed by the roots of the trees are not enough for the trunks.

The pruning of this orchard was not a whim of Han Cheng.

In the past, with the abundance of other foods, the proportion of fruit in the food composition of the Qingque tribe has indeed fallen, and it has fallen sharply.

But with the crooked fruit wine and the appearance of vinegar, it seems that some extra fruit has been used again.

On the night of New Year's Eve, many people in the Qingque tribe experienced the erratic and wonderful feeling in the wine that was not good at the beginning, so they were very enthusiastic about winemaking.

For the Qingque tribe, millet is too precious to be used to make wine.

So the final idea still has to fall on these fruits.

And Han Cheng is also going to continue to study canned food, which also requires a lot of fruit.

I just don’t know if I’m like that guy, canned food has been poorly done, but on the contrary, it’s more and more interesting to make wine.

Han Cheng thought helplessly.

With these many demands, pruning fruit trees and increasing yields has become a very necessary thing.

In this matter, the Bugs Bunny, whom Han Cheng deliberately cultivated in this regard, participated the most.

The cut down fruit branches, but after the time is dried, they will be returned for firewood.

I haven't encountered ducks until now~lightnovelpub.net~ If there is such a thing, it should not taste much when roasted with fruit branches.

When Han Cheng and the others were dealing with the orchard here, the grassroots in a good mood also stretched out their arms to embrace the warm spring breeze.

After a difficult winter, the grassroots have lost a lot of weight, and the whole person is a little out of shape, as if a gust of wind can blow him away.

But he was still very happy, because he was finally not eaten by the people, he was still alive.

Not only him, but the other three people who had the same experience as him, all got well.

On the one hand, they have worked so hard to find food that can be used to satisfy their hunger. On the other hand, it is the tribe that brought them the gospel.

If it is not the last moment, the black-looking people from the tribe will come and give them the kind of precious things called clay pots that can be used to boil the soup into hot water. They will still be unable to escape the fate of being eaten. .

Just use some useless fur to get these, and the grassroots are naturally happy.