I am a Primitive Man

Not long ago, the former Third Leader of the Flying Snake Tribe, now the Second Leader of the Flying Snake Tribe, returned from Grassroot Tribe with a group of people and set off again.

Accompanying them was Cao Geng, the man with the crooked nose.

Their destination was the cave where Cao Geng and others had once lived.

They would live there for some time.

On the one hand, they could go to another place far from Cao Geng’s original cave to collect and dig the grass that the Unicorn Monster liked to eat, which they increasingly valued.

On the other hand, they could also collect fruits and hunt animals there.

Of course, there was also another important purpose: waiting for that dark tribe to come again with precious pottery and delicious salt for exchange.

In that place, the Shaman of the Flying Snake tribe gently touched the face of the Unicorn Monster with his hand while watching the Second Leader of the Flying Snake Tribe leave with everyone.

His mood was so good that he felt like howling a few times to vent his joy.

The leader of the Donkey tribe, accompanied by people from the Green tribe, carrying pottery, salt, and some food from the Green Sparrow tribe, walked on the road leading to their own tribe.

His mood was also delightful, especially when he felt the heavy weight on his shoulders, making him exceptionally happy.

These heavy things could be exchanged for many things from other tribes when the time came.

However, after the leader of the Donkey tribe returned, he did not immediately prepare to trade with other tribes.

Obtaining food had become extremely easy because it was now the season when fruits were plentiful.

He led the tribe to trade back and forth between various tribes, aiming to obtain sufficient food.

Since they could now obtain sufficient food without trading back and forth, they naturally would not risk the danger of shuttling back and forth for trading.

He wanted to spend the time trading when the ice and snow were about to melt, just like last time, so he could quickly obtain more fur and other things from other tribes.

Life in the Green tribe was much more challenging compared to the triumphant Flying Snake tribe and the satisfied Donkey tribe.

It was not because the food was difficult to harvest at this time, but because since the Green Sparrow tribe announced that they would no longer give out salt for free, they loved and hated the salt that had always hung over their heads.

The salt they exchanged from the kind Green Sparrow tribe last time was almost gone, even though the leader of the Green tribe had been very careful and frugal with it. He could not resist the fact that many people in the tribe liked to eat salt.

The leader of the Green tribe looked a little annoyed. He scratched his hair, and the green grass leaves fell. There was also some hair falling with it.

During this period, the house prepared by the Green Sparrow tribe for the Green tribe had already set up wooden beams, and all that was left was to finish the roof, which would be all right.

Rapeseed has also been planted in the ground.

There are a lot of them, a total of 100 acres.

Fifty acres were sown with a heavy sowing cart, and the remaining fifty acres were sown by hand.

These rapeseeds sown with a heavy sowing cart were mainly for harvesting and leaving seeds, while those sown by hand were mainly for digging and eating green vegetables.

Because of the different purposes, different sowing methods were used.

After all, if seeds were sown, the number of rapeseed plants in the same area would be at least three to four times more than those sown with a heavy sowing cart.

These rapeseeds grown like this are most suitable for digging and eating.

When pulling up vegetables, they first select the largest ones. After the big ones are pulled out, the smaller ones will have room to grow. This way, batches of vegetables can be harvested over a long period.

The reason for planting so many at once is because they have considered the growing population of the Green Sparrow tribe, and the number of animals they raise is also increasing, which will increase the consumption of rapeseed.

There is no need to worry about whether there will be enough land to plant millet next year.

First, after the rapeseed was planted, Han Cheng continued to arrange manpower to open up new land.

Secondly, after harvesting these rapeseeds, they can continue to plant late millet for crop rotation.

After two years of planting, the fertility of the land will decrease, so it will lie fallow for half a year or a year to restore its fertility.

Han Cheng also personally planted carefully cultivated Chinese cabbage and high-quality rapeseed. He still did this matter.

After several years of uninterrupted selection and cultivation, there has been some progress.

However, there is still a long way to go to achieve ordinary Chinese cabbage seen in later generations.

But this is already enough to make Han Cheng happy.

Since elderly people who are past sixty can create and cultivate white chrysanthemums year after year from nothing, why can't he, a person who is just considered an adult in the primitive era and is far from being an adult in later generations, cultivate Chinese cabbage using the same method?

Such enthusiasm diminished considerably when his gaze fell upon the only five dogs.

It has been over a month, and Xiao Fu has not returned. It seems he won't be coming back.

Although Han Cheng regrets this outcome, he no longer feels as anxious as he did initially. When he thinks about it, he feels a bit regretful.

After all, heaven and earth are transient, and time passes like a fleeting guest.

"Clang, clang..."

Not far in front of the cave, a strong man held a smooth, thick-to-thin wooden stick and pounded it into the stone pit below with force.

This work was so exhausting that even a strong man like him was sweating profusely.

After pounding a few times, he bent down to look at the millet grains in the stone mortar. Many of them had already had their husks pounded off. He stopped and handed the wooden stick to another primitive woman. She squatted down, lifted her sore arms, and scooped all the millet from the stone mortar into the winnowing basket placed aside, then walked aside to clean up.

As the winnowing basket was lifted and lowered, husks flew out and fell to the ground, leaving behind round golden-yellow millet.

These husks should not be wasted. Although they cannot be used for fuel, they are excellent when mixed with grass to feed pigs or used as bedding for deer pens.

While the strong man cleaned the millet, the previous primitive woman took over his work.

She scooped some grains from the nearby winnowing basket, put them into the stone mortar, and then began pounding the rice grain by grain.

Although the frequency was not fast, sweat soon appeared on her forehead.

Dry millet dishes and porridge are very delicious, but they are too troublesome and tiring.