The arrival of the Green Tribe is just a small episode in the busy and tense autumn harvest of the Qingque Tribe.

After the people of the Green Tribe left, the busy autumn harvest continued.

People are working with a high degree of tension. Although they are tired, the smiles on each face are not diminished...

"Whhhhhh..."

The balloon vigorously shook something in his hand back and forth, and the thin grains of grain fell like rain, hitting the bare feet, itchy and comfortable.

After shaking back and forth for a while, he picked it up with his hands to see if there were no grains in it, only the chaff and some stalks were left, and the action was stopped.

Walked to the edge of the barley field and dumped these things, and then filled half of the unprocessed grains that had just been beaten down by the sieve and walked here, and continued to shake back and forth.

He couldn't put it down for the tool in his hand called the bamboo sieve by the god.

When there is no wind, use a bamboo sieve with a dustpan to process the millet that has just been smashed, not too fast.

This thing was made up by the son of God to let the limp.

Turning his head to look at the divine son of the millet who was barefoot drying in the scene, a heartfelt admiration rose from the heart of the balloon.

The **** child is always able to use extremely ordinary materials to make extremely useful artifacts, making things simpler, labor-saving, and easy to do.

Without the tools created by the gods with everyone, it would be impossible for them to plant and harvest so much food at one time even if they were willing to exert their efforts!

"Wow, wow..."

With half an ear missing, it has grown a lot taller, holding a trapezoid-shaped open wooden box made of planks in his hand, shoveling piles of dried grains.

The name of this strange-looking wooden box is ‘桬子’, and the food that can’t be shoveled out can almost be worth five or six shoveling.

Chen held the handle of the'Yuzi' in his hand, shoveled the grain on the pile, and then quickly pulled it out. There was already more than ten catties of grain in it.

Then he turned around and skillfully poured it into a large lint covered in leather, and within a few clicks, the lint was full.

The second brother, who was waiting on the side, took the burden and walked into the house.

In one part of the room, round mulberry can be formed, and the inside circle is all dried and freshly smashed millet.

The second elder brother put down the burden and picked up a scorpion head. With a little force in his hand, the scorpion head came to his shoulder. He tilted his hand. The millet inside made a nice sound and slipped into the scorpion... …

Wu Wu is not playing rabbits anymore, and he laughs all day long, either helping here or helping out, and can't stop all day long.

On more than one occasion, Han Cheng advised him to take more rest and not to tire himself. Wudu promised with a smile on his face, but after sitting down for a while, he started to get busy again.

Han Cheng understood the joy in Wu's heart. Seeing him like this, he could only shake his head and smile helplessly, and then told people not to let Wu do heavy work...

This intense work lasted for twenty days before it gradually came to an end.

In such a long period of time, the members of the Qingque tribe had all tightened a string, and did not dare to relax in the slightest.

Nowadays, most of the millet has been sorted and collected into the house, and they can finally relax their mood and don't have to rush like that.

Such hard work is not without harvest. The five houses that Qingque tribe originally set aside to store grain are now filled with grains.

There are still a lot of millet that has no place to put.

The people of the Qingque tribe were enthusiastic enough about these millet, and immediately some people said that they could be placed in the house where they lived, or piled on the kang, they would not mind sleeping on it.

Han Cheng thought for a while and still refused. God knows what will these millet taste like after a period of time...

The final decision was to vacate a residential house to store the extra millet.

You know, these grain poles of the Qingque tribe are only hit once, the second and third times. Compared with the first time, the harvested grain will be much less, but after all, the quantity is there, hundreds of acres. There are still many millet poles in the ground.

Looking at the several rooms filled with millet, the people in the tribe all showed heartfelt smiles, and the peace of mind of a kind of food in their hands spread in everyone's hearts.

After such a long period of continuous busy work, the people in the tribe have been tanned a lot and lost a lot, but their spirits are very good.

Looking at the house that was later vacated, there was not much grain in it. Some people, including the senior brother, felt a little awkward and thought that it should be filled with grain just like the other five houses, so they shouted right away. Some people are going to beat the millet twice.

These guys are really desperate enough.

Han Cheng thought with such emotion in his heart, but he also understood their feelings.

Originally, these people lived a precarious life after the last meal and not the next.

Now that I have a chance to lead to a good life, I naturally want to grasp it firmly and not let go...

The great development of the Qingque tribe in the past few years has been actively guided by Han Cheng, a traverser, but if the big brothers do not work hard, but suffer from hardship, they will not develop to the current level. may.

Han Cheng stopped them with a smile, and announced that he would take a long day off today, make something delicious, celebrate, and do the rest tomorrow.

He who is a son of God said so, and the others naturally obeyed.

So, it didn't take long for the people in the tribe to start talking and laughing to prepare for the evening banquet.

At dusk ~lightnovelpub.net~ the sun sets, and the western sky is covered with magnificent fire clouds.

The smell of wine and meat began to spread in the courtyard of the Qingque tribe, and it made people intoxicated.

Wu drank a little tonight, and talked a lot. He kept saying some joyful words, and finally came to the house where the food was stored, and cried loudly holding the door frame.

Such a big person, crying like a baby in confinement.

Many people fell asleep before they had eaten food long enough.

On the one hand, it’s because I drank some wine, and on the other, I was too tired...

In the room, Han Cheng embraced Bai Xuemei lying on the bed quietly, with a touch of joy in his heart, but more of a joy from the heart.

Through our own efforts, we can make life easier day by day, and let the people around me live better. In a sense, this is the meaning and value of human life.

This kind of thing obtained through hard work will make people feel happy and at ease.