Everyone in the Spring Tribe came out to greet them. Of course, the children could not climb down the pile of rocks. When Zhang Heng approached the animal pen, he was immediately shocked. Suddenly he slapped his forehead in annoyance and roared: "I actually forgot to tell the witch to continue to cultivate the land.
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Yes, the stakes of the animal pen have been driven, and the height above the ground is more than 1.5 meters. The stakes are driven very deep and are almost impossible to break. It is safe for the time being, but the enclosed land inside is still the same, with miscellaneous
The grass was overgrown, which made Zhang Heng very helpless. It seemed that he needed to delay for a while.
"King, sweet potato!" Wu said the syllables.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Heng suppressed his anxious mood, stepped forward with a smile, said hello to everyone in the Chun tribe, and went straight to the cave without any delay. He was thinking about the sweet potato seedlings.
"Great." Zhang Heng roared loudly. Before he got closer, he saw a green patch of green inside the fence. What else could it be if it weren't sweet potato vines?
I quickly opened the fence and walked in. There were only seven sweet potatoes, but the vines grew rapidly and covered one corner of the land. Several unknown plants in the other corner also grew well. Even though there were many weeds in the land, they had not been cleared.
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Smelling the familiar smell of sweet potato vines, Zhang Heng was extremely excited. This was different from growing sweet potatoes in the village before. This was a primitive space, and the significance of sweet potatoes was really great.
I stroked the cane excitedly, and then I found that the cane grew better than expected, and the stems and leaves were bigger than those in the village. I smiled, probably because of the variety. This kind of sweet potato has white skin and red heart, which is the most suitable.
It's big enough for people to eat. When he bought it at the market, he heard the uncles and aunties saying that they bought it and ate it with rice.
"King!" Wu also came in and squatted aside as if asking.
Zhang Heng nodded, and then patiently explained to the witch how to pull weeds. After a moment of demonstration, the witch understood, and quickly revealed the syllables. Soon two women came in and carefully began to pull weeds.
Zhang Heng touched the thick sweet potato cane again, cut off a branch and looked at it. It was indeed ready for transplanting, but there is no land available now.
It was still early, so he roared immediately, and soon everyone in the Spring Tribe took action, because now that they were protected by the animal pen, they didn't have to worry too much about danger.
To reclaim wasteland, the first step was to pull weeds. While everyone was working, Zhang Heng suddenly realized that the animal pen could actually be strengthened, so he immediately called over the wizard, the bearded man.
He first whittled a wooden spear, and then stuck the wooden spear diagonally on the ground against the fence, so that the spear was pointed outside, which also increased safety. After thinking about it, it was actually the most convenient to use a bamboo spear, but he had always
No bamboo was found, perhaps because the area here is a mountainous area, and since there was no river in sight, there was no bamboo growing. We had to wait and look for it later through the mountains and forests.
At this time, they simply explained to the witch how to dig a deep pit outside the animal pen, dig a circle around the animal pen, and dig out a hole five meters wide and three meters deep. There should be no wild beasts that can jump from this distance. But this project
It can only be described as huge. It could not be completed in a day or a month, because primitive people could only use wooden sticks and hand planes to dig holes.
"Wang, dig, spring tribe digs." Wu said the syllables. He probably understood it. His eyes were full of excitement. He probably also discovered the benefits of digging holes in this way.
But Zhang Heng was really worried that the Chun Tribe would trap him in the end, so he quickly explained that there should be a passage out that could not be dug. It took him a long time to explain it clearly, and he was not sure that the witch must have understood it. He shook his head and said
Only time will tell.
There was not enough land to plant sweet potatoes in the early stage. After pulling the weeds in the afternoon, Zhang Heng gathered all the laborers to quickly chop up the land with wooden sticks. Because he had previous experience in turning the soil, the speed was faster this time.
By nightfall, a piece of land was ready for use, much faster than Zhang Heng expected.
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Early the next morning, Zhang Heng called the witch again and began to pick the forked stems of sweet potatoes. In the village, he usually picked one forked stem. If he encountered a small one, he would pick two connected forked stems. However, cultivating them in space
The stems produced are very strong and one is enough.
"Do you understand? You have to pinch and pick like this. Pinch it off from the root of the vine. Be careful not to damage the main vine." Zhang Heng patiently explained that the stems can be picked many times, so the main vine cannot be damaged.
In fact, the nails of primitive people are not long, and they will be worn out when working. Zhang Heng even saw primitive people chewing his own nails many times. In comparison, his nails are longer. He must remember to wear nails next time.
The knife is coming in.
After picking a few roots, Zhang Heng stopped doing it and let the witch do it. The witch seemed very careful at first, and his dry fingers kept shaking, which made Zhang Heng a little embarrassed. Maybe it was because he cared too much about the sweet potatoes.
As a result, everyone in the Spring tribe regarded this land as a treasure to protect, because when he came out to urinate in the middle of the night last night, he saw a half-year-old child asleep leaning on the fence. Someone had been arranged to guard it at night!
Fortunately, after a few times, Wu saw him nodding with satisfaction, and his movements gradually became faster, and in the end he looked a bit like an old farmer in the village.
"Okay, it's almost done. Let's go. Now I'll tell you how to transplant." Regardless of whether Wu understood or not, Zhang Heng held the sweet potato stems and walked towards the reclaimed land below.
Compared with the cultivation of sweet potato seedlings, transplanting is too simple. Once in the soil, Zhang Heng took a wood chip and inserted it into the soil, about ten centimeters deep, and then tilted the wood chip to reveal a gap in the soil.
Then directly insert a sweet potato stem into it, and then pull out the wood chip. Once the gap in the soil is closed, the stem is buried in the soil. Of course, most of it is exposed, and there is a green sweet potato leaf on the top.
"Do you understand? That's enough." Zhang Heng clapped his hands with satisfaction.
Not in a hurry to let Wu do it, he planted a dozen more plants himself and divided the spacing, which was nothing more than parallel up and down. He copied the method in the village. This is the experience summed up by the old farmers, and it must be the same.
Sweet potato cultivation is suitable for original space.
"King, sweet potato!" Wu pointed at the soil excitedly.
Zhang Heng smiled and said: "For sweet potatoes, we can harvest more sweet potatoes in the future, and have a good harvest of sweet potatoes."
"Good harvest!" Wu said excitedly, not sure if he really understood it.
Zhang Heng didn't think too much and let Wu start the operation. Although the process took a lot of time, Wu was really smart, and in the end, the effect of transplanting had reached Zhang Heng's expectations.
Watching Wu Tirelessly picking and transplanting sweet potatoes, Zhang Heng thought for a while and decided to stay for a few days. When he was sure that the sweet potatoes were alive and well, he would return to reality. In addition, there were many details to explain, such as how to water, how to weed, etc.
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In the evening, it rained again. Zhang Heng touched the rain on his face and couldn't help but think of a poem by the poet Du Fu: "Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. It sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently...
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