Under the vast sky, cloudless, it shines with the golden scenery on the ground, and I wish I could apply a layer of gold to the whole world.

The sky is clear and there is no white cloud.

In the tropical areas near the equator, this kind of weather has nothing to do with good weather, and is also one of the extremely uncomfortable and bad weather, just like the winter in the north.

It's just that one is too cold and the other is too hot.

Under such strong ultraviolet light, ordinary people dare not go out for activities, and there is indeed no one in the fields.

This is an extremely rare scene because at this time last year, the wilderness was busy, and countless people were anxiously harvesting wheat in the fierce sunshine.

But now everyone is still in the mood to take a nap in the room. The restless guy is actually doing shy things in broad daylight, which is really too comfortable.

When it was late at night, everyone started working and walked into the wheat field slowly, just as they were almost humming a small song and then holding a straw.

After having a series of tools, their harvest efficiency has been greatly improved, more than several times. Although the number of people is still similar to before, their speed has increased like a rocket with the familiarity with a series of tools.

A group of them were harvesting in the wheat field, and someone from the tribe took out the wheat harvested two days ago and put it in a threshing machine to stir it.

Then someone on the other side blew away the wheat shells, filtered a few lines, and then put them together to load the warehouse at night.

Wang Yang looked at the trouble of everyone and took the initiative to help, but the man immediately went down to fiddle with the wheat shell.

It was not his original intention to fiddle with the wheat shell. His original intention was to blow the air, which caused Wang Yang to glar at him a few times, but he didn't say anything.

After a while of inciting, Wang Yang was so tired that he replaced him with another person and stood down to get some air...

"This is cool. I can't believe it..."

After experiencing the hard work of fanning the storm, Wang Yang's mind came back to life. Should he make some big and good quality fans?

No, the person who fanned the fan is still very tired.

So do you make a wooden fan yourself? Well, you can try it.

However, it seems that it is better to use it in a kiln. By the way, will the kiln be improved?

He wanted to make a stone mill again, squeeze sugarcane juice and boil sugar.

"It's a bit of a headache if you choose too many..." Wang Yang looked at everyone in a daze, and sighed: "It would be great if they would."

After a while, he found the Shoucang, kicked the blade-toothed tiger who came to ask for food and walked into the granary.

Looking at the large jar covered with granaries and even stacked, I casually uncovered a lid. Suddenly, a jar filled with wheat kernels came into my eyes.

"It's not bad, it's not bad." Wang Yang smiled slightly, turned to Shuocang and said, "Have you calculated the harvest this year?"

Mokura nodded, indicating that he had calculated it. There are many, many, many!

"Okay, there are many, many, many..." It turned out that I asked nonsense.

The harvest of wheat has come to an end, and for a month, everyone has been having a very comfortable life. This last little wheat will be almost finished within these days.

When the manpower is free again, where should we use it?

A few days later, all the wheat was harvested, and a short piece of straw was left in the wheat field, like the beard on the ground.

The orthologist began to organize manpower again and prepare to set fire to the prairie fire. After two days of fire, the syrup grass that had just emerged was burned clean.

I really admire the vitality of these marigold grasses, which burn every year and grow year by year.

But the "beard fell off" did not burn it, and it survived the fire firmly. The reason was very simple. It was too short to burn.

Now the orthologist and others are in trouble again. The straw on the ground cannot be burned. Could it be that it has to be pulled again?

Isn't it going to take another month or two? Everyone had a headache, and some people even felt that they shouldn't have used a sickle to cut it at the beginning, and they all talked about the matter.

"It would be better if I pulled it with my hands at the beginning, so I don't even need to burn it?"

"But isn't it too slow to pull it with your hands?"

“Isn’t that slower now?”

"Who knew that this would happen? You can think of it if you haven't finished it?"

"But we can't imagine that Wang Yang should have thought of it. He knows everything."

"Don't argue, discuss how to solve it now?" The orthologist immediately pulled everyone back to reality and considered how to solve it.

"We don't need to worry at all. You haven't noticed that Wang Yang is making tools again recently?" Someone reminded with confidence.

"Yes! If you have something to do, look for Wang Yang! He will definitely be able to solve it!" Someone agreed.

"Nonsense, since Wang Yang came up with a sickle, he must have had a solution to these straws."

After saying this, everyone's eyes lit up, and the bleakness of sorrow disappeared. They had infinite confidence in Wang Yang, and they were simply blind worshipping them.

After a while, everyone quickly got on the roof and gently woke Wang Yang who was blowing the cool night breeze.

"What's wrong?" Wang Yang stood up.

Everyone told the matter in detail, then looked at Wang Yang with anticipation, asking him to help.

Wang Yang glared at him, thinking I was 12580 or 114?

But he still waved his hand, so that everyone would not have to worry about doing whatever they should do.

"Woo woo!" Everyone cheered and threw away another big bag...

Two days later, the expeller came back with ten bisons. The ten bisons and the expellers were very intimate. They were taken by the rope by him and did not resist or reject them at all. They were simply weird.

And the other bison actually rubbed against the cowherd, which was a sign of love? It almost blinded Wang Yang's eyes.

The Cowherd was the first group of people who stayed on the grassland. He hadn't come back for a long time. After returning to the tribe, he was not unfamiliar and greeted him enthusiastically.

The others also greeted him enthusiastically. Wang Yang wiped his face. The group of people were not familiar with the cowherd, and some of them had never met the cowherd before. Why did they become so enthusiastic when they met?

Do you get familiar with animals and have a good aura?

In order to show a friendly attitude towards these cattle, Wang Yang took a bundle of weeds and ran over, pinched them for a while, and reached over to feed the cattle.

Those bisons were very disrespectful and didn't eat them at all.

"Okay. I, Tiansha, have a wicked face." He didn't intend to get along with a group of bisons. He asked about the situation of the exorcist and the cowherd, and brought them back to the tribe.

The bisons were still very alert. Although they were all humans, strange humans were no different from wild animals to them.

The orthologist waited for someone to greet him, why are you back? You are not staying there?

They pointed at Wang Yang, and he asked us to bring some bison back.

Uh... Everyone was stunned. I haven't lacked meat recently, so why did I bring it back?

Wang Yang didn't say much. He told him not to let the bisons fill him, so he walked to the warehouse and flipped through his newly made tools recently.

That's right, it's a plow.

It has the shape of a European harp, but below it is a "hua", that is, something made of metal, combined with the plow of the harp shape.

In modern times, the so-called plowshares are basically no longer distinguished. Just like the idiom of collusion, wolves are wolves, wolves are wolves, wolves are wolves, not one.

The history of plowshares is very long. In China, it can be traced back to two thousand years ago, so I won’t say more about more details here.

Its function is to facilitate soil renovation. Turn the fertile soil onto the upper layer and cover the barren soil onto the lower layer. Rest and recuperate.

Let the land not grow more and more barren.

This is an excellent tool. But Wang Yang believes that the most important function is not to make the soil fertile, because there are many ways to make the soil fertile.

In later generations, you can water natural nutrients that you don’t spend money - Rice Field.

Wang Yang believes that the most important function of plowshares is to quickly reclaim fields, such as small wastelands covered with short wild grasses, which are extremely difficult to reclaim under normal circumstances.

However, using a plowshare can easily develop and relieve the sequelae of harvesting with a sickle, which greatly reduces the burden on farmers.

In backward rural areas in some remote places in modern times, many people still use it.

Of course, for modern times, there are already mechanized farmland, aircraft are used to make pesticides, and greenhouses are growing vegetables, and there are many ways to do it.

Wang Yang did not consider the modern era, but only considered the present.

Two days later, the hungry bisons, as soon as they were pulled out, humming their noses and wanting to find something to eat.

They saw the haystack beside them and wanted to go forward, but they were pulled by the Cowherd. They jumped and jumped, and they were shouting something, and they actually let the bisons stay in place obediently and dared not go forward.

Wang Yang wiped his sweat again. Is this... bragging?

"Take out all those tools." With a slight wave at everyone, they took out the strange-shaped plowshare.

Wang Yang signaled them to take it to the edge of the wheat field and put it down, and then waved to the driver and the Cowherd, asking them to drive the cows into the wheat field.

The bisons were anxious and wanted to eat the straw when they saw it. Unfortunately, these straws were not very fresh and some had already started to rot. Even if they were bisons, they didn't plan to eat them.

Wang Yang didn't say anything nonsense, put the rope on the buffalo, then took a thin stick, tied a rub of hay on it, and put it in a small mouth on the plow, where there was a small bracket that was not originally part of the plow.

It was purely Wang Yang who opened it and placed an extra thin stick.

Everyone looked at it curiously, wanting to know how this new tool was used and what effects it had.

Wang Yang drew a few pictures to show that he could just drive the cows forward.

After finishing the drawing, he immediately demonstrated it, and saw that he put the thin stick on the plow, and the bundle of hay fell in front of the bison.

The bison immediately walked forward regardless of the weight wrapped around it, and the soil was broken up from below and divided into two sides, revealing a gully.

The buffalo slowly moved forward, and he walked slowly forward, holding the helm with both hands. The tender grass in front was like a sail, like an old captain, with very skillful movements.

And those bisons became extremely obedient at this moment. As long as he turned the thin stick, the bison changed direction and walked back around.

That's right, Wang Yang, who has been dealing with animals for many years, has come up with his tried-and-true candy tactics! (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!