"If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools, and then it will be."

Qingqing churned in Ermao's yard and finally chose the tools she could use to watch.

Wooden fork.

It looks very similar to a shovel, but its head is a sharp fork and four pointed heads.

Qingqing raised it in her hand and weighed it. It was very good, not very heavy, and it was flexible to use.

"My husband, what is this for?" Qingqing asked.

"If it is an iron head, it can be used to turn the ground and dig peanuts. If it is a wooden head, the wheat will be a little wet. Use this when turning and drying."

Qingqing nodded and sighed.

"I am so compassionate. I just use wood to clean them up and let them suffer a little flesh and blood. If I replace it with a steel fork treated with high temperature quenching, apply some medicine and poke it, I will die."

"Grandma Clan, you are so nice." Yaoyao was moved. Grandma Clan is such a great person.

The people in Lijia Village are so overdoing, she still wants to keep a living.

"." "Dui left his opinion.

Her compassion is also limited by limited conditions.

How could she not use steel forks in the village?

"I don't leave you, are there any plants on the mountain that are 'in case of emergency'?" Qingqing asked.

Buli feels funny, look, he guessed it right.

Qingqing is a good cook who can't cook without rice. The stupid roe deer in Lijia Village can save their lives. This is how you can still save your life while Qingqing is not yet full of wings.

When Qingqing gets the money, if someone doesn’t have eyes, it’s not as simple as breaking his arms and legs.

"I have never seen plants like Blood-Crossing the Throat in Langshan for the time being, but the mountain is so big, and there are still many places that have not been explored."

If you translate this sentence, give him some time. He can get some things to do if there is one on the mountain.

Qingqing is satisfied, very good.

"I inform you and let everyone prepare the forks. If the sharp ones are not sharp, they will sharpen them with a knife."

Qingqing stroked the fork and spoke lightly.

Ermao shivered.

At this time, the grandmother of the clan is no longer the kind elder who smiles and divides steamed buns for everyone. As he talks and laughs, murderous intent comes to his face.

Qingqing put down her fork and took the long knife she handed over to Buli.

This knife is the only long knife in the village, and it is sharpened evenly.

On the wooden pier, a bundle of chicken was staring at Qingqing with big eyes, and from time to time, he would peck at him with a sharp beak in the air.

He looked provocative, like his second aunt and Youcai Mother.

Qingqing reached out and snorted the chicken feathers. The tied chicken turned her head and said, looking ungrateful, and she looked like her second aunt and others repeatedly provoked her.

Ermao wanted to speak but stopped.

He always felt that the evening would not be so smooth. Will the women in the village really participate in the battle? If others don’t say it, my second aunt should have been rolling up the bed and ready to run away, right?

"The clan system gives the clan leader great power, and the evil people are exempted from death for the clan leader. Do you know what this means?" After Qingqing said that, she gave Buli a look.

The following picture is not suitable for watching this severe hypoxia.

Turning around without leaving each other, several recipes emerged in my mind: yaki chicken, beggar chicken

"What does it mean - ah!" Ermao's pupils suddenly became bigger and he was scared.

Qingqing raised her hand and fell. The big knife divided the live chicken into two. The warm chicken blood sprayed on Ermao's face, which scared the child.

"Go, with a knife and a chicken, poke me in front of the village monument at the entrance of the village. When I was sending the news, I told everyone that those who escaped at the battle would be killed without mercy!"

The clan system gives the clan leader great power, even big enough to deprive the lives of his clans.

With this knife, it not only shattered the chicken, but also shattered the hearts of some people who wanted to escape.

These two ancestors will really kill people if they become cruel.

"What a pity that the chicken is not even put in clean blood, so it cannot be stewed." Buli sighed.

Qingqing carried a bucket of water to rinse the wooden pier.

"Actually, I'm quite scared."

He raised his eyebrows.

Qingqing was silent and said in a depressed manner for a long time.

"I'm really scared."

She was really resistant to depriving others of their lives, but the construction of the village could not tolerate half a living deserter.

If there is a traitor, even if she is afraid, the knife in her hand will not hesitate.

If a deserter is spared, the whole village will be deserters and everyone will die.

"It is better to chop a chicken live than chop someone live. It is also their blessing to be able to follow a leader like you." Buli knew how to comfort her, "When you finish the night, take the chicken back, and eat it without putting the blood clean and roasting it, it is as delicious."

The deterrent effect is obvious when the chicken is placed at the entrance of the village.

When it was time to gather, I shook my strength to beat the drum.

The sound of the drums hit the hearts, and everyone in the village arrived, and those who were old and unable to move were also carried over.

Second aunt and Youcai Mother were also there. Both of them seemed to be frightened and didn't dare to raise their heads.

The dead chicken poked in front of the village monument was more than a thousand words.

It was just dusk, and the wind blew over. The sorghum ears that had not yet been harvested were shaking heavily, and at first glance, they looked like red torches holding up.

Buli grabbed a handful of sorghum ears and weighed them. Judging from the weight, the harvest this year was indeed not very good, but fortunately, he observed the celestial phenomena at night and had no rain these days, which is good news for the autumn harvest.

Everyone in the village looked at the patriarch. Seeing him strolling in the garden and holding grimoghum to look, he didn't know what he was going to do, so he didn't dare to show up because of his nervousness.

Others don’t know what the patriarch is doing, but Qingqing knows that this is immersive farming.

Clear his throat reminded him that it was time to work.

Buli was thinking about how to increase sorghum production next year, but she called it back with a hint of grievance.

She just needs to do such "irrelevant" things, he just wants to think about farming quietly.

After Qingqing's repeated urging eyes, Buli reluctantly spoke a few words. Compared with Qingqing's long speech that he often outputs from the soul, he is much simpler.

He only said precautions and corresponding measures, but refused to say a word of extra words. Everyone was confused when they heard this, and Qingqing could only add it once, and everyone was scared and sweated.

It turns out that the clan grandfather's understatement is just a few words, and each sentence is divided has profound meaning. No matter which violation is, it can make people die clearly.

After finishing the key points, Qingqing asked the group to practice with the shaking drums. At first, everyone was not very accustomed to it, but after a few times, they had a tacit understanding of cooperation.

With the shaking drum beats, the orderly attack retreated, and it was a bit unexpected to look at it.

These peasant women have much better potential than he thought.

"No wonder, this formation that does not require brain movement to follow the rhythm is essentially no different from square dance. You don't need to think too much, and you don't have time to think too much." Qingqing pulled her muscles and bones apart, the setting sun set, and the dusk covered everyone's figures.

A group of people from Lijia Village came in the twilight.

They could not see the ambush hidden in the sorghum field, but they could only hear the melodious drums, and they could hear them from a distance.
Chapter completed!