In the rich room, where several pieces of pottery were fixed to the ceiling, a female primitive, who looked older than the priest of the hunchbacked primitive tribe, sat on a cushion woven from stacks of straw.

She looked very old, and her face was not only covered with layers of wrinkles, but also with many age spots on it.

Around her neck hung a string of beads, some of which were pottery, some of which were copper, some of which were of stone, and some of which were bones......

Although the materials are different, the sizes are basically similar.

The beads are not particularly round, but each one appears very lubricated and shiny.

In particular, those copper beads, even if there is no sunlight shining on them, give people a sparkling feeling.

This is the result of wearing it close to the body all year round, and the old woman primitive person is always caressing it with her hands when she has nothing to do.

Well, such behavior and the result can be summed up in two ways - disc it!

The size of the beads is not small, and the size of the bead string naturally looks not small.

However, such a small string of beads hanging around the neck of this old primitive man does not make people feel that the old primitive man is thin, but it will make people feel that they complement each other.

This is mainly because this female primitive is not small, and there is a lot of meat on her body, although she is old, she still has a body of meat, and when she sits there, the tonnage is not small.

According to the eyes of the people of this era, this old female primitive should be extremely beautiful, but no one will think that this old female primitive person is beautiful.

This is not because the aesthetics of people in this era have changed, but because she has no nose.

It was supposed to be a place for the nose, but not only did it not protrude, but it also sank down a little, leaving only two black holes.

This makes her whole person look very ugly, and some people will be terrified by it.

This is what the witches of this tribe must go through.

If you want to become a shrine maiden in the tribe, you must cut off your nose.

Moreover, those who become witches cannot burrow into the grass with male primitives like the rest of the female primitives, and cannot give birth to their own children.

It is not known when such a tradition was handed down, and the people of the tribe did not know the purpose of such a tradition.

However, they still passed down such rules and abided by them with their hearts, and no one dared to cross them.

This fat witch who looked old sat here, gently stroking the string of beads hanging around her neck with one hand, with some intriguing smile on her face.

Although she was old, her ears were very sharp, and she heard the conversation outside.

It was precisely because she heard the conversation outside that she showed such a look.

More elaborate pottery?

Pottery that is more beautiful than the pottery of your own tribe?

How is this possible!

His own tribe is the most powerful.

The pottery of your own tribe looks so flawless, how can there be pottery more beautiful than the pottery of your own tribe?

People out there who say such things are just so stupid.

Thinking to herself, she prepared to open her mouth to tell the people from her tribe to ignore them.

As a result, the man from his own tribe had already walked in, and seemed to be holding a small pottery in his hand.

The light in the door was blocked by the man who came in, causing the pottery he was holding in his hand to be in the dark, so the witch didn't see the pottery clearly for a while.

Seeing the actions of this person from her tribe, she couldn't help but shake her head.

This person still can't make it, and he easily believes the words of the person outside.

He said that their tribe had more exquisite pottery than his own tribe, so did he really have it?

Why don't you know how to distinguish it?

However, the man had already come in with something at this time, so she did not let the man out again.

Anyway, she was sitting here idle, so she didn't bother to see it.

In such a mood, the man cautiously bent down, whispered something in his mouth, and handed his hands forward, so that their witch could see the extraordinarily fine pottery.

The shrine maiden listened reluctantly, and her unconcerned gaze swept over the pottery he was holding, and after seeing the appearance of this thing clearly, her eyes suddenly couldn't take her eyes off.

“#￥4@2……”

She said excitedly, and reached out to take the fine pottery from the man's hand, moving more carefully than the man.

Holding it in both hands, she put the pottery in front of her eyes, and looked at it carefully, with all kinds of looks in her eyes.

There is shock, there is disbelief, there is unusually loved......

The previous disdain is gone.

Until then, she had always thought that the things of her tribe were the best, especially pottery, salt, and copper.

Except for their own tribe, the rest of the tribes didn't even know how to make these things, let alone make pottery that was even more exquisite than their own tribe's pottery.

But now, there was one such piece of pottery in front of her.

As a shrine maiden, she is extremely familiar with pottery.

In their tribe, if they want to become a shrine maiden, they need to cut off their noses before they reach adulthood, and then this group of people will be called by the previous witch to a valley to secretly teach how to make pottery, how to make copper out of things, and make weapons from those beautiful coppers.

After a long period of time, the best of them will become the next shrine maiden.

As for the rest, they all became losers.

The loser has little power.

The price of their failure is that they stay in that valley and make these two things until they die, and they can't leave that valley again.

As the leader of that group of people at that time, the old witch was certainly no stranger to pottery.

At a glance, she could see that this small pottery far surpassed the pottery made by their tribe!

She held this exquisite pottery in her hand, and looked at it carefully for a while, and the more she looked at it, the more she felt exquisite, and the more she looked at it, the more she felt sincere admiration and admiration for the person who made such pottery.

After taking it in her hand and looking at it carefully for a while, the old witch suddenly stood up from the cushion.

Then he moved his steps and walked towards the door without slowing down.

After a few moments, she walked out of the house and headed for the hunchbacked primitives who were standing there waiting.

Looking at this old, but with a lot of flesh on her body, and dressed very strangely, the hunchbacked primitive, they were a little stunned for a while.

They never imagined that such a person would live in such a gorgeous house.

This powerful and wealthy tribe, the most respected witch, actually looks like this!

Not only the hunchbacked primitive people were stunned, but the person who went in the room with the pottery was also a little stunned for a while.

Their shrine maiden actually walked out of the house again!

You must know that since the shrine maidens of their tribe have become real shrine maidens, they generally do not easily go out of the house.

But now, without hesitation, she walked out of the house.

And what caused this act was the small and exquisite pottery brought by this tribe.

The old shrine maiden ignored the shock of the men, and she went straight to the hunchbacked primitives and raised her hand holding the pottery bowl upward.

“#￥45%……”

She spoke, her voice hoarse, and she spoke a little fast because she was so excited that the hunchbacked primitive did not understand her very well.

It wasn't until the witch repeated it a second time that the hunchbacked primitive realized that she was asking herself where she had gotten this precious pottery.

“#￥@3……”

The hunchbacked primitives spoke and told the shrine maiden what had happened to them.

The shrine maiden stood here and listened carefully.

After a while, the hunchbacked primitive man opened the package he was carrying, and took out the gourd that had been carefully wrapped in animal skins.

The gourd contains salt produced by the Qingque tribe.

Earlier, the priests of the hunchbacked primitive tribe had been poured into a bowl, and when they set out from the tribe, they carefully poured it into the gourd.

The witch without a nose lightly put the bowl in her hand on the ground, then reached out and took the gourd handed over by the hunchbacked primitive, and opened it carefully.

Then tilt the gourd on its side and pour the salt out of it.

The finely crushed table salt smashed by the stone mortar turned into a thin line and fell down the mouth of the gourd into the bowl.

The shrine maiden, who watched this scene without blinking, was shocked again.

She put down the empty gourd, carefully picked up the bowl of salt with both hands, and looked at it carefully.

There was a look of surprise in his eyes.

This salt is really the same as this hunchbacked guy said, there is no sand.

There was no salt from the sand, and it was the first time she had seen it.

For as long as I can remember, the salt I have seen is a person with sand, and I never thought that the sand in the salt could be removed, and it could be removed so cleanly.

Just as she had never imagined that pottery could be made so beautifully before she saw this exquisite pottery bowl.

She looked at it carefully for a while, and then asked the person who came out of the room to bring some water from a clay pot and firewood, and boiled water and cooked rice directly in this open space.

The clay pot used to draw water has three cylindrical legs underneath it, and if you put it on the ground, you can stand there.

Such a clay pot is very convenient for boiling water and cooking, at least there is no need to find stones to support the clay pot.

Once you put the clay pot there, you can burn it directly with fire.

Soon a fire was lit, and after a while, the food was ready.

The shrine maiden took out two and a half bowls of rice from the jar herself.

The utensils she uses to hold rice are also round, but there are still some gaps with the bowls of the Qingque tribe.

In order to facilitate writing and reading, it is also called a bowl.

After doing this, the shrine maiden took some salt from the Blue Sparrow tribe and put it in a bowl and stirred it well.

Then they got some salt from their tribe and put it in another bowl, stirring it well.

She first picked up the bowl of rice with the salt of the Qingque tribe and brought it to her mouth and took a bite.

A mouthful of rice entered her mouth, and her eyes couldn't help but light up.

Originally, she thought that she would only taste one bite and then go and taste the rice with her own tribe's salt, but she couldn't help but eat several bites, and finally endured it with great perseverance.

She put down the bowl with little food left and picked up another bowl of rice.

After only taking a bite, her brow couldn't help but furrow.

In the past, the food with her own tribe's salt was added, and she tasted so delicious.

But now, when she eats the delicious food in her mouth, she doesn't feel delicious at all, and even wants to vomit it.

Even if there is some bitter taste, the key is that there is some sand mixed in it, and it feels extremely uncomfortable to eat in the mouth.

She frowned and swallowed the gulp.

After one bite, I don't want to take a second bite.

She put the bowl down, then picked up the bowl with little food left, brought it to her lips and ate it happily, and in a few moments ate all the food inside. There wasn't even a little left.

"Whew~"

After putting down the clean bowl, the shrine maiden couldn't help but let out a long breath, which was very comfortable.

Her eyes fell on the exquisite clay bowl beside her, and the salt in the bowl, and became excited and eager.

This is what salt should look like!

“@#￥4@……”

Once again, she took the clay bowl and the salt in her arms and refused to let go.

At the same time, he kept saying something to the hunchbacked primitive man.

What she meant was that if they could give it to their tribe, they would be willing to exchange it for food.

The hunchbacked primitives who had been instructed by their tribal priests had such a plan themselves, and immediately agreed when they heard this.

However, he said that they had to pay a lot of food to get these two things, so they could no longer exchange them for them in the same way as before.

After figuring out the meaning of the hunchbacked primitive, the old witch agreed without hesitation.

In her opinion, these two things are so good, it is necessary to exchange some more food, and their tribe is not short of food anyway.

Even if the hunchbacked primitive does not say so, she will also take the initiative to increase the amount of food exchanged.

The food used in the exchange is less, and it is not worthy of the identity of these two exquisite foods at all.

So, under her personal auspices, the exchange began again.

This primitive exchange is simple and cumbersome, and does not need to be described too much.

It is only necessary to know that after such an exchange, almost a quarter of what the hunchbacked primitives brought back to them.

This result made the hunchbacked primitive people happy one by one, and the mouths of the hunchbacked primitive people were almost behind their ears.

As early as when they left their tribe for this tribe, their wise priest told him that these two things should be exchanged for a lot of things in this wealthy tribe.

Now, after some exchange, it is indeed like this, and it has been exchanged for more than the wise priest has said.

The hunchbacked hominids did not bring back these foods, but used them to exchange some pottery and salt soil from this tribe.

After this transaction, the hunchbacked primitive people were no longer afraid of this strange-looking witch.

He followed the example of the tribesman, folded his hands together on top of his head, and bowed earnestly to the shrine maiden.

“@￥%%……”

The shrine maiden, who was clinging to the fine pottery, spoke to him, meaning that they should find the tribe that could make these two things as soon as possible.

Their tribe is willing to exchange it for the kind of price they just had.

The hunchbacked primitive man, who was already happy, couldn't keep his mouth shut even more after figuring out what the witch meant.

He nodded repeatedly, raised his chest as far as he could, and thrashed his hands vigorously to express his determination to do this.

After seeing such a scene, the shrine maiden without a nose laughed happily.

Without a nose, her smile is not good-looking at all, and it can even be described as terrifying, but such a smile is so good-looking in the eyes of the hunchbacked primitive people.

If it weren't for the fact that the language he mastered was not systematic enough, and some things were not yet easy to express, the hunchbacked primitive man would have said to the shrine maiden - you smile so beautifully, like a spring flower......

After once again saluting the smiling shrine maiden, the hunchbacked primitive people and their group packed up the pottery and other things they had exchanged.

Some of them were tied to the backs of the animals, and some of them were either carried or carried on their backs, and under the guidance of the previous man, they turned and left here, following the path they had walked before, through the many strange caves.

After walking forward for a while, the hunchbacked primitive man couldn't help but look back, and saw that the witch of the tribe was still standing here, watching them leave, and watching them smile.

Such a scene made the hunchbacked primitive heart even warmer.

He smiled at the shrine maiden and left the place under the guidance of the man who had brought them in.

The shrine maiden who stood here watched the hunchbacked primitive people leave, and then stood here for a while before holding the exquisite pottery and delicious salt in both hands, and carefully walked to the room where the shrine maidens had lived in the past.

Entering the room, she sat down again, and after a while, the smile on her face did not completely fade.

After a few more moments, she got up again and walked out of the room.

“@#4￥！”

As she walked out of the room, she stood there and shouted loudly, and a moment later several men with weapons made of bronze came running up.

After the old shrine maiden had spoken a few words to them, she led them towards the mountain, which was not too far from their quarters.

As she walked, these men with bronze weapons in their hands were always around the old shrine maiden, protecting her.

The group walked like this, slowly approaching the mountain.

Smoke drifted from the mountains in front of me.

Instead of climbing the mountain, the shrine maidens came to a valley.

At the mouth of the valley, a rough wall was built with stone and mud, and a door was left on the wall.

There are four copper rings on the door, and the two copper rings are in a row, one up and one down.

Each row of brass rings was topped with sturdy sticks, which were relatively long, and the ends of which were blocked by the walls on either side of the door.

Such an operation can make the person inside unable to open the door from the inside.

The shrine maiden came to the door and stood still, and one of the men stepped forward and pulled the two sticks out of the door one by one, and then reached out and pushed the door open.

The shrine maiden, who was holding a clay bowl in her hand, walked in.

These people also walked in.

On weekdays, the shrine maidens don't come out of the room, but they are the ones who carry food to the valley and carry out the pottery and other things that have been made inside.

In the valley, not all stones are there, but there is also a lot of earth.

Walk up a little inside, and you'll see some people busy here.

Some people are making clay embryos there, while others are carrying the finished clay embryos to dry.

There were also some bulges, which were smoking out there.

This is a process of firing the clay embryo that has been made and dried.

The people who were working were all women, but like the shrine maidens, they didn't have noses.

These people are roughly divided into three groups, one group is about the same age as the shrine maiden, and these people have the smallest number, only four.

The second group were women in the prime of life, and these people were the main force in making these things, and the remaining group was the youngest, some of them were adults, and some of them were not yet adults.

The first two groups of older people are all losers in the witch competition, and the remaining young ones are the next witch contenders.

Seeing the shrine maiden coming in person, all of them stopped their movements, and like the people outside, folded their hands together and placed them on top of their heads to give a salute.

Some sharp-eyed people had already seen the exquisite pottery in the witch's hand, and their eyes suddenly widened.

Most of the younger ones looked at the shrine maiden with respect and envy, expecting that they would win and one day become a shrine maiden.

However, such a wish was not easy to achieve, and all but the lucky one had to work here for the rest of their lives.

Just like the gray-haired men, they are already so old, and they still can't leave the valley.

“@34#￥4……”

The shrine maiden looked at the crowd a few times, then spoke, and raised the hand holding the pottery bowl upward.

All eyes were on them, and when they saw the pottery again, their mouths opened wide.

As pottery makers, they are far more aware of what the pottery in front of them represents, than the rest of the people.

After getting permission from the shrine maiden, all of them gathered around and looked at the pottery in shock and fascination.

“@#￥WT……”

After a while, the shrine maiden spoke again.

She was asking these people if they could also make such fine pottery.

When they understood what the shrine maiden meant, they shook their heads.

Even those who are good at pottery are shaking their heads.

This kind of pottery is so beautiful that it is completely beyond their abilities.

Seeing such a scene, the shrine maiden was not disappointed, and she had a clear understanding of the level of pottery making in her tribe.

“@￥3T……”

After a momentary pause, the shrine maiden spoke again, this time at length.

But these people did not show that she was talking long, and as she spoke, their eyes became brighter and brighter, and they became more energetic, and they looked more energetic than when they first saw this exquisite pottery bowl.

It was not surprising that they were in such a state, because just now the shrine maiden had spoken and said that no matter which of them could fire this level of pottery, then the next shrine maiden would be hers.

It doesn't matter how old the person is.

How can these people be upset when they hear such news?

Even those who were about the same age as the shrine maidens had become spiritual.

After staying here for a while, and after talking to the men, the shrine maiden turned around and left.

Head deeper into the valley.

After walking inside for a while, there was a lot of rubble on the ground.

There was a clanging sound coming from inside, and someone was busy here.

There are more people working here than there are people making pottery outside.

These people also don't have noses, and they come from the same background as the people outside.

When they saw the shrine maiden come in, they stopped what they were doing and saluted the shrine maiden.

The shrine maiden calmly accepted the salute of the people, and after looking around here for a while, she said a few more words to the crowd and left from here.

She didn't tell them anything about making that kind of fine pottery.

The people who stayed here were actually just as good at making pottery, after all, they had learned how to make pottery and make copper together.

It's just that after the shrine maidens of that generation are chosen, the rest of the people will be grouped according to their learning at that time.

Those who are better at making pottery make pottery, and those who are better at making copper make copper here.

These people were not as good as those outside in making pottery before, and after so many years, they are even less comparable.

If those people on the outside can't make that kind of pottery, let alone those people inside.

After staying here for a while, the shrine maiden returned from here, escorted by several men, and took the beautiful clay bowl with her as she left.

Such a precious thing is only qualified for her, a shrine maiden.

After walking out of the valley and plugging the door of the valley from the outside, the shrine maiden holding the pottery bowl returned to her place of residence.

In the room filled with pottery and salt held in the pottery, the shrine maiden was the only one who stayed here, and the excitement of the moment had already left her with her return.

She carefully looked at the pottery bowl in front of her, and then looked at the many pottery in this room, and the more she looked at it, the more she felt that this pottery bowl was exquisite, and the pottery of her own tribe was far from comparable.

After looking at it for a while, she sighed and shook her head.

She knew that with her own tribe, it was basically impossible to make such exquisite pottery, even if she had said such things to those people in the valley not long ago, and given such conditions, it was basically impossible for these people to make such pottery.

Because the gap between the two is too big.

With these things in mind, she raised her head and looked in the room in the direction where the hunchbacked primitives had left.

If their own tribe wants more of this fine pottery, and that delicious table salt, they may have to rely on these people.

These people must find the tribe that can produce these two precious things, and only then can their own tribe get more of these two things.

You can even learn how to make these two precious things......

She thought so, a look of hope and apprehension on her face.

After sitting here and thinking like this for a while, the old witch got up and walked to a place in the room.

Leaning against the wall is a heavy stone slab with red stripes outlining an abstract pattern.

Some look like tigers, and some look like leopards, if Han Cheng is here, after seeing this pattern, he will definitely see it as a hideous kitten with some cute kittens.

Because the totem of this tribe is a tiger outlined in red lines, this tribe is called the Red Tiger Tribe.

After the witch of the Red Tiger tribe came here, she put the pottery bowl of the Qingque tribe in her hand in front of this stone slab with a pattern, and then sat down cross-legged, raised her two hands, one left and one right, on top of her head, closed her eyes, and kept chattering in her mouth.

This is obviously a prayer to the gods of their tribe......

On the branch outside the window of the treehouse, all the buds had already bloomed, and there was a strong fragrance floating along the open window and the sunlight into the treehouse.

The hunchbacked primitive man sat cross-legged on the floor covered with the furs of wild beasts, and his face was full of joy, and opposite him sat the old and wise priest of their tribe.

The old priest also sat here cross-legged, listening attentively to the hunchbacked primitive man with a smile on his face.

Because the houses inhabited by this tribe are built on top of trees like birds' nests, this tribe is called a nested tribe.

After a while, the hunchbacked primitives told the old priest all about what had happened to them in the neighboring Red Tiger tribe.

After hearing the whole process, the smile on the face of the old priest of the Youchao tribe became even stronger.

He nodded vigorously, then touched his hand on his head, and then reached out to touch the head of the hunchbacked primitive, to express his approval of this matter, and to praise the hunchbacked primitives and their party.

The hunchbacked primitive man who was praised couldn't help but smile and was extremely happy......

After a day, the treehouse of the Youchao tribe became lively again, and the pottery and salt exchanged from the Red Tiger tribe were sorted out.

Some of them were tied to the animal's back, and the rest was carried by themselves.

In addition to these goods, they also carried some food on their backs, which they used to eat on the road.

The size of the animals that their tribe owned was so large that one animal had more goods strapped to its body than several people combined.

Still, the animal seemed to not feel the weight at all, and still walked at a pace similar to that of the previous days, and under the guidance of the hunchbacked primitive people, it followed the crowd forward.

The old priest of the Nest tribe also descended from his treehouse along the ladder-like tools to see off the hunchbacked primitives and their party.

Whether it was the person who saw him off or the person who was preparing for a long journey, he did not feel any sadness or reluctance.

On the one hand, it was because it was the main way for their tribe to get food, which they were used to, and partly because they were all looking forward to the journey.

Looking forward to finding that mysterious tribe and exchanging many precious things from that mysterious tribe.

Then these precious things will be transported to the neighboring Red Tiger tribe in exchange for more food from the powerful and wealthy Red Tiger tribe.

Because I have a lot of expectations for the result, I don't care much about the difficulties on the way forward and parting.

The group gradually left the residential area, and the people of the Chao tribe stood here and watched for a while, and when they were far away, they also dispersed in this area, and carried out the food.

The old priest of the Nest tribe climbed the ladder back to the wooden house where he lived.

When he came to the inside of the house, he didn't open the window this time.

He sat down facing the trunk of the great tree in the treehouse, folded his hands on his forehead, closed his eyes and bowed his head, and began his prayer.

People who don't know see him like this, they just think that he is dozing off here with his head down......

Spring is shining, and the whole world seems to be exuding warmth.

Here in Jinguancheng, the depression in winter is no longer visible, and it has been replaced by vitality.

As far as the eye can see, there is a lot of green around, and there are other colors scattered among the green greens.

This is a blooming flower.

In the shed in the inner courtyard of Jinguan City, Han Cheng bent over and watered with a water ladle in his other hand.

The gourd seeds that I ordered before have already sprouted, and there is a tender shoot between the two oval-shaped leaves, which looks very good.

When Han Cheng was drenched with water like this, it became even more verdant.

Not far from Han Cheng's side, Fu Jiang, who had become a mother again, squatted there, looking a little lazy.

Beside it, a few fluffy, round little ones were frolicking with each other, clumsy, like several balls of meat rolling, looking extremely amused.

Such a little milk dog is at a timid and curious age.

The little guy found out what Han Cheng was doing, and thought it was very strange, so he ended playing with the rest of the puppies, standing here wagging his tail and tilting his head to look.

After looking at it for a while, he didn't seem to understand what the strange-looking guy in front of him was doing, which didn't look like a dog at all, so he moved his little short legs, dragged his round body to this side, and sniffed a gourd seedling that had just been watered by Han Cheng with his little black nose.

Before the little nose touched the gourd seedlings, the little guy flew up in the air.

It wasn't Han Cheng's feet, but Fu Ling, the big dog, came over and opened his mouth to bite the little guy's neck, and picked it up.

After leaving the gourd seedling in his mouth, he put the little guy down, and Fu lay himself on the ground, continuing to enjoy the warm sunlight.

When he was picked up by the Fu General, the little guy who looked extremely honest quickly became dishonest after landing on all fours.

It stood there for a moment, then shook its little head, and happily continued to stumble towards the gourd seedling.

Seeing this, Fu Jiang, who had just been lying on the ground, had to stand up again, and when the puppy's nose was about to touch the gourd seedling, he spoke again, picked it up, and took it away from here......

Where the rice seedlings were lowered, Han Cheng and the second senior brother and others had already arched their 'bows' on the ground with sticks that were not too thick.

These rice seedlings are growing very well, with some dark green color, and they look very strong and extremely nutritious.

The seedlings that come out of two different methods look about the same, but it is impossible to tell which method is better.

One thing is certain, however, that seedlings grown in these two methods will grow better than if the husked paddy was sprinkled directly into the paddy fields.

Looking at these emerald green seedlings in front of him, Han Cheng's mood became very good, and he could simply be described as so beautiful that he flew up.

After looking at the seedlings here for a while, and carefully pulling out a few weeds mixed among the seedlings, Han Cheng left here with his hands behind his back and walked towards the east side of Jinguan City.

Because everyone has been working on the development of paddy fields on the west side, there is basically no development on the east side of Geumkan Castle.

But time will not be idle here.

After all the relatively well-developed waters in the vicinity were developed, Han Chengcheng was ready to have some canals built to direct some water here.

But in time, it will also be able to become a rice field and grow rice.

Because it is not too far from the water, the amount of work will not be too large.

In fact, a piece of land has been carved out here, and the area is not too large, about more than one acre.

This land has also been cultivated.

Unlike the flat paddy fields, the ditches have been dug out here.

There is nothing else, and what is buried in these dragons is a sweet millet rod that has been cut into sections.

Such a good thing that can produce a lot of sugar, Han Chengke has not forgotten, last autumn, he had people cut down the ripe sweet millet stalk on the other side of the water.

A small part of the tribe took the tooth training, and the rest dug the cellar and stored it in the cellar, which was covered with some sand.

When spring arrives, buds sprout on these sweet stalks.

When most of the people were busy with the paddy fields, Han Cheng called out some people, and according to some methods in his memory, it took two days to bury these sweet millet stalks in the ground.

At this time, rows of young shoots grew along the road, which looked a little like sorghum and some like corn......