Up to now, the Qingque tribe has formed two relatively stable festivals.

One is the year that Han Cheng vigorously advocated, and the other is the sickle banquet before the autumn harvest every year.

There is a fixed time for the year, but not for the opening of the sickle, which depends on the time of the grain harvest.

After eating this sumptuous meal, in the following farming, the people who get up early and are busy at night will not pay too much attention to eating.

Because most of the energy and time is invested in the busy and gratifying autumn harvest.

Compared with the most leisurely time of winter, the feast before the autumn harvest is a bit hurried and simple, but the food is still much more abundant and tempting than usual.

This can be seen from the action of everyone wiping the sweat on their foreheads and constantly shaving food in their mouths.

After preparing food for nearly a day and being swept away by everyone, when everyone touched their round stomachs and looked comfortably at the many grains that made people happy and were about to be harvested, Han Dashenzi, who had not made a big move for a long time, came to everyone and announced a good news like everyone.

This good news is actually a promise, a promise about eating.

In front of everyone, Han Xiang announced to the people of the Qingque tribe that as long as the people in the tribe had a good autumn harvest, after the autumn harvest, he would make an extremely delicious food for everyone to eat.

As soon as such news came out, everyone immediately became excited.

For example, a person like the second senior brother who has a relatively full saliva secretion, just hearing such a sentence, he can't help but swallow his saliva.

Produced by the Son of God, it must be a high-quality product.

After all these years, the people in the Qingque tribe have formed a consensus on this, especially when it comes to food.

So after Han Cheng announced this, the people in the Qingque tribe immediately became excited.

The crowd cheered, and some of them had begun to ask the Son of God what that delicious food was.

However, this time Han Cheng did not reveal it, but just said that let them work hard, and after the autumn harvest, they will definitely make delicious food that makes them intoxicated.

Curiosity knows no era, Han Cheng's words, as well as the deliberate sale of Guanzi, made many foodies in the Qingque tribe itch in their hearts, just like a naughty lamb who keeps licking the soles of his feet with his tongue.

After they talked to each other, they didn't have a clue, and the result of the discussion was to have a good autumn harvest and harvest all the grain as quickly as possible, so that they could see and taste the delicious food that the Son of God had spoken of.

Liang knew a little, and understood that the food that Shenzi said must be related to the small fruit that Shenzi called peppercorns.

But what kind of food the Son of God would make out of it, Ryo didn't know.

Regarding the matter of peppercorns, Liang didn't tell more people.

As someone who knows a little bit about the inside story, he wants to see people intoxicated by the delicious food made by the Son of God in the days to come.

And he, as a person who knows some insiders, will also have a wonderful feeling of being honored together.

I have to say that human ideas are sometimes really wonderful.

In the next autumn harvest, the people of the Qingque tribe were as excited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, which once again proved the simple and crude truth that the power of foodies is infinite.

In addition, the sickles have also been replaced with shotguns, and the stone sickles and bone sickles have become sharper and easier to use bronze sickles, and the speed of harvesting is simply not too fast.

The autumn sun spread wantonly, and the occasional autumn wind brought a little coolness to everyone.

The raging autumn tigers and wanton sweat have not reduced the enthusiasm of the Qingque tribe in the autumn harvest.

One by one, they moved quickly, cutting down the crops, pushing them back to the scene with wheelbarrows, and after drying them, they began to fight......

Dou, the leader of the former Huangguo tribe, was pulling a hemp rope and walking along the stone-paved road.

The hemp rope was tied into a sleeve and carried on his shoulder, and the other end of the hemp rope was tied to the front of the wheelbarrow.

The wheelbarrow was loaded with piles of tall grain, and behind the wheelbarrow, there were old men from the Qingque tribe pushing the cart behind it, grasping the direction.

The people of the original Huangguo tribe have joined the Qingque tribe for a short time, less than a year.

Although they have learned a lot in the past six months, they have not experienced the autumn harvest experience, and many of them are not very skilled in harvesting crops, pushing carts, and playing fields.

Therefore, most of them are assigned only one task, that is, to do the work that can be carried out without too many skills and only need a handful of strength - pulling the cart.

Dou pulled the cart and cooperated with the old man of the Qingque tribe behind him to pull the cart of millet to the nearest scene.

In the short gap after unloading the truck, Bean turned to look around, looking at the scene of people scattered in the field, coordinating with each other and quickly harvesting crops, and his eyes were full of shock.

The fact that so many people were working together on a large scale was something he had never experienced before.

And the warm and positive atmosphere generated by the people in the work is also something he has not experienced before.

Being in such a collective, he is always unconsciously aroused to be passionate, and devotes himself to this intense and exciting labor with great enthusiasm......

It's an amazing feeling.

With the hard work of the people, there are more and more bare fields around the tribe, and the whole view becomes wider when you look at it from afar.

In the scene, more and more haystacks were piled up, and they were getting bigger and bigger......

More than halfway through the autumn harvest, a cloud drifted into the sky, which grew larger and larger, and eventually covered the sky.

So, the ongoing autumn harvest stopped, and after Han Cheng's order, everyone transported the harvested crops to the scene, harvested and dried the grain, and hurriedly covered the grain stacks with beaten grain poles......

After a period of chaos, I finally packed up my things before the rain fell.

The rain fell, which dealt a good blow to the arrogance of the autumn tiger and made the air much cooler.

Everyone who has not been idle since the autumn harvest has finally been able to make up for this empty space and let the tired body get a good rest.

But not many people in the tribe were happy about this, and more people cursed the hellish weather.

Because they haven't recovered all their food, the rain at this time is likely to make a year's hard work in the tribe go to waste!