Without stopping, Zhang Heng soon saw a large area of open land. A large area of the surrounding forest had been cut down, but the roots of the trees were still there, and many thin branches had grown. He shook his head, if he wanted to take this area
All the land has become land that can be planted, and a lot of labor must be spent to dig out the entire roots of the old trees.
He brought in a few hoes this time, but they probably weren't enough, so he had to check the situation first.
I also saw that the ditch protection he requested had been dug. The primitive people were really hard-working and seemed to work tirelessly. Moreover, it was estimated that there was enough rain in the summer and a lot of water accumulated in the ditch. This was a good thing.
It can be used to irrigate the land, or even to raise fish. When he thinks of fish, he has not seen a river in the original space. It seems that he should find a chance to go to a farther place to see it, but he has not yet arrived.
No rush.
Although the animal pen is relatively high, the situation inside can still be vaguely seen. Zhang Heng was immediately shocked, because there were actually sweet potato vines growing in the large area of land inside. How could this be possible? Could it be that Wu misunderstood and had not yet removed the sweet potato?
If you dig it out, it will go bad. The planting time of sweet potatoes should not be too long, otherwise the sweet potatoes will rot.
I hastily quickened my pace, and I must quickly understand that winter is about to begin, and sweet potatoes are related to the winter food of the Spring Tribe.
"Ho ho!" Just then the hoarse roar of the bearded man suddenly came out.
Zhang Heng was delighted. Sure enough, just like last time, a response came from the Spring Tribe. He saw many people appearing at the entrance of the cave from a distance, but strangely he didn't hear Ba's response!
A passage about three meters wide was connected to the animal pen. As soon as Zhang Heng and the people from the Kui tribe arrived, Wu and others from the Chun tribe also arrived. As soon as the animal door opened, Zhang Heng saw people kneeling on the ground inside. Before he could wait for him,
After reacting, everyone in the Que tribe also knelt down.
It took Zhang Heng a while to get everyone to stand up. Before he could ask any more questions, he handed the crutch in his hand to Wu, and he ran off to see the sweet potato field.
When I walked in, I realized that the vines were not as good as I thought. Some of the leaves were withered and yellow, and the vines were dry. Fortunately, most of the vine leaves were still green. I immediately dug towards one of them, and the soil was flying. I saw below.
Although the sweet potatoes were a little small, they were still fresh. Zhang Heng breathed a sigh of relief. As long as there was still a harvest, it would be good.
The two old witches held their crutches and chattered for a while. Finally, the witch held his crutches high and roared for a while, then ran towards Zhang Heng and shouted: "King, sweet potatoes, good harvest!"
Zhang Heng said with a smile: "Yes, it's a bumper harvest." Although he was not satisfied with the size of the sweet potatoes, fortunately the area was large enough. The land of more than ten acres could weigh at least several thousand kilograms. Of course, he also prepared a small bumper harvest.
Preparation, but it is enough food for spring and winter.
"Harvest, here, here..." Wu excitedly waved his cane and pointed to the cave above.
Zhang Heng smiled. He was also anxious to see how those unknown plants were doing. Without stopping, he waved his big hand and headed towards the cave of the Chun tribe. Yan from the Kui tribe followed, but the men gathered around
They sat on the ground together, stroking the wooden spears in their hands.
The bearded man followed him with a big bag. When he arrived at the entrance of the cave, Zhang Heng ignored Wu's excitement and wanted him to enter the cave immediately. He stopped and walked into the seedling field. There was another cesspool next to it, and there was already a manure pit in it.
Stored a lot of night scent!
"What's going on? Why are you still cultivating sweet potatoes?" Zhang Heng was shocked. There were actually sweet potatoes buried in the seedling field, covered with withered yellow needles, and some young teeth had been exposed.
The plants in the front corner actually grew to more than one meter high, and the leaves also grew, and the edges turned light red, and now there were not just a few plants, but a small patch. Zhang Heng nodded, it seems like this
Plants can grow new seedlings through their roots. The growth process of the bananas outside the courtyard of this home is similar.
"King, sweet potatoes, good harvest!" the witch's voice came again.
Zhang Heng nodded, don't look too much, just cultivate the seedlings. Although you can't plant them in winter, you can eat the young teeth, so it's not a waste. Wait, aren't the sweet potatoes growing in the land below? The Spring Tribe is again
Where did the sweet potato seedlings come from? And how did you cultivate more than ten acres of sweet potato seedlings when there were only seven sweet potatoes?
Zhang Heng suddenly came up with a bold idea. This idea was a bit crazy, but fortunately he could confirm it immediately. He quickly called the extremely excited Wu into the cave. "This is too exaggerated!" Zhang Heng was dumbfounded by the situation in the cave.
Already.
In Nuoda's cave, there was actually a corner where sweet potatoes were piled up, reaching a height that reached the edge of the stone platform. For a while, he couldn't calculate a specific figure, so he could only describe it as a lot.
"Wang, the sweet potatoes are delicious!" Wu roared excitedly, and Bian Yan's eyes were full of envy, and his eyes looked at him even more intensely.
Zhang Heng didn't answer. He rushed into the pile of sweet potatoes and picked up one at random. He looked at it carefully. It was larger than the seed potatoes he bought from the market. The skin was covered with dry soil. He took out the butcher's knife and peeled off the skin.
The white-yellow flesh inside was exposed. The yellow was a bit thick, and it could already be called light red.
It was quite moist, so I cut off a piece and put it in my mouth. It was sweet and delicious, and tasted much better than the sweet potatoes in the village. If Zhang Heng hadn't known it was a sweet potato in advance, he would have thought it was some kind of fruit.
"King, sweet potato, Kui tribe!" Yan suddenly knelt down and shouted loudly.
Zhang Heng understood that Yan was eager for sweet potatoes. He originally planned to send sweet potatoes to the Que tribe, so he brought Yan with him. He quickly helped Yan up and said: "Okay, I will give the sweet potatoes to the Que tribe."
He simply cut off a piece of sweet potato and handed it to Yan, who immediately put it into his mouth, chewed it for a few times and roared excitedly: "Sweet potato, delicious, sweet!"
Zhang Heng basically confirmed his bold idea just now. The Spring Tribe actually planted two crops of sweet potatoes in one year. The first batch was harvested in the cave. It should be that Wu You imitated him and cultivated sweet potato seedlings, and then planted them again.
After entering the field, the sweet potatoes he saw outside were from the second season. No wonder they were smaller. They hadn't grown up yet. However, winter was coming soon and they had to be harvested immediately. Otherwise, not only the sweet potato vines would wither, but also the ones below.
The sweet potatoes will also rot.
When there was no rush, he immediately roared loudly: "Fire, witches make fire, roast sweet potatoes and eat them, they are delicious!" Since the sweet potatoes are so abundant, Zhang Heng planned to borrow flowers and offer Buddhas to entertain the men of the Kuei tribe. As for the losses of the Chun tribe, he will compensate for them later.
that is.
"Fire, sweet potato!" Wu followed and chanted.
There was not enough space in the cave, and there were forty or fifty men from the Kui tribe below. Zhang Heng thought for a moment and simply moved the fire outside. He was not afraid of the fireworks smearing the sweet potato vines. Anyway, the excavation would start tomorrow, and the firewood was burning.
The ashes at the end are also good fertilizers, and the firewood ashes in the spring are also collected and used as fertilizer.
As for the tiger meat, Zhang Heng plans to keep it to himself. The Five Elements Boxing states that he must eat tiger meat to strengthen his bones, so he must be selfish this time, and he is also looking forward to getting stronger and stronger!
"King, Sun King, sweet potatoes, good harvest..." The primitive man's excited roar sounded, and the fire was burning...
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