Chapter 340: Harvest

Chapter 340: Harvest"Ding ding dang..."

"Ding ding dang..."

In the shaded area of the Green Sparrow Tribe, there would occasionally be a sound of this kind.

Although the tribe's people were used to it, they couldn't help but look over here a few more times whenever this happened, enviously watching Lame swinging an iron axe to chisel holes in the wood.

Nowadays, the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe have developed a habit of not staying quietly in the tribe after meals and during other leisure times. Instead, they wandered around the small rivers and streams around the tribe.

Once they found some rust-like iron bacteria, they would excitedly collect them into jars.

The usefulness of iron tools fascinated the people of the tribe.

Several people who often cooked wanted to use iron knives to slaughter, process game, and cut food.

The women who made clothes wanted an iron knife to cut open the skin.Iron knives could quickly cut open the skin and leave neat edges without damaging the fur."Gang..."

After sighing at the broken bone needle, Xing turned his gaze to Lame and Han Cheng under the tree shade.

If an iron needle could be made, it would probably be more beneficial for sewing clothes...

"Bang... Bang..."

Third Senior Brother pulled the feather arrow from the target, looked at it for a while, and put it back into the arrow pouch of folded bark around his waist.

Wouldn't the power be greater if iron arrowheads were used on feather arrows?

Could this thicker target be pierced?

Touching the marks left on the target with his hand, Third Senior Brother thought deeply.

He must be able to pierce the target!

Thinking of the power of iron knives and axes, Third Senior Brother clenched his fists tightly.

However, there was too little iron in the tribe. After making four kinds of tools, there was no surplus left...

The appearance of iron tools broadened the horizons of the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe, and many people hoped to create more and better tools with iron.

After a rain in autumn, the weather turned cooler. Nowadays, the Green Sparrow Tribe didn't lack clothes, and one person having two sets of clothes was still achievable.

So even those who liked to show off their muscles by going shirtless obediently put on their clothes.

Adding one more summer to the three summer periods, the tail of the autumn tiger was also unbearable.

As the weather cleared up, the temperature rose again, and the humid and warm water vapor mixed with the smell of mud rose in waves.

Han Cheng, wearing grass shoes, stood at the edge of the field, looking at the drooping heads of the sorghum with a smile on his face.

Modesty was a good quality. Those who were truly capable were generally more modest, and what they feared most were those who were conceited...

Just like the sorghum laden with heavy fruit hanging their heads low, the dog-tail grass, which had grown for nearly half a year with little harvest, swayed proudly in the autumn breeze, wanting to attract the attention of Han Cheng standing at the edge of the field.

However, Han Cheng was oblivious to the hint, his gaze only falling on the heavy sorghum ears and Snow White beside them, refusing to be distracted.

Stepping on the edge of the wet ground, which was still very wet, coming to the field like this made it difficult to walk and damaged the sorghum. Moreover, plowing the land again after harvesting and turning the soil would be extremely difficult because the ground had been trampled down.

Looking at the sun hanging in the sky and then at the mature but not yet ripe sorghum in the ground, Han Cheng ultimately did not issue the order to harvest.

Let's wait a little longer. The autumn tiger is fierce and will dry up a lot by tomorrow. It will be fine to harvest by then.

The next day, Han Cheng came to check the soil moisture, which was as he had expected.

However, the anticipated harvesting operation did not immediately begin.

Han Cheng, the shaman, Eldest Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, and other members of the Green Sparrow Tribe, each holding a shiny handle of a scythe, carefully walked through the ripe grain fields.

Occasionally, some grains would be cut off, and the harvested heads would be placed in these scythes.

Those that were beheaded were relatively robust and had larger grain ears than usual.

According to military division methods, although they couldn't be called generals, they could still be compared to low-level officers such as sergeants and lieutenants.

Han Cheng and the others had also experienced beheading enemy officers in the army...

Before the formal harvesting, selecting some of the larger grains in the field was necessary for separate storage.

Increasing grain production involved crucial factors such as seeds, fertilizers, cultivation methods, and water management. Han Cheng couldn't achieve things like genetically modified or hybrid grains.

He could only select seeds, conduct natural selection, and gradually cultivate excellent and high-yielding seeds.

Excellent seeds could be considered an internal factor among the many factors contributing to increased grain production.

After about two acres of land had been plowed, Han Cheng and the others, standing at the edge of the field with stone and bone sickles, began harvesting according to Han Cheng's instructions.

The golden grain stalks collided with each other, making crackling sounds under the joint action of sickles and palms.

Sweat dripped from their cheeks and bodies, and their bronze-colored faces and chests, against the backdrop of golden grain ears, created a golden dream.

One by one, the grains fell, and after being bundled together, they were carried to the threshing ground in the tribe that had already been cleared.

During the busy farming season, no one was idle.

The women who were weak or had large bellies and couldn't do heavy work untied the bundled grains brought back to the ground and spread them out on the ground, preparing for the next threshing step.

The weather had been good these days, and since the heavens had given them face, they had to quickly bring the harvested grains into the house while the weather was good. Only then could they genuinely relax.

Otherwise, any minor accident could ruin six months of hard work and hope.

The underage members of the tribe were also not idle. They walked around the harvested grain fields, picking up the grains that had fallen on the ground...

Thirty to forty acres of land, relative to the current population of the Green Sparrow Tribe, was not considered too much.

With everyone working together, these grains were harvested in three days and transported to the threshing ground.

Several people familiar with the threshing ground used wooden forks and other tools to pat the dried grains.

After the threshing, winnowing, stacking, and tossing, a pile of grains accumulated on the ground.

These newly harvested grains could not be stored directly. They needed to be dried for several days before being stored in large jars.