The upper part of the long legs is almost good, and he has also joined the ranks of work, and this period of time just eating and not working always makes him feel a little weak.

At this time, he was carrying a bone shovel to shovel the dirt that the rest of the people had poured from the wheelbarrow from one side to the other.

The dirt was covered with some chopped grass, and even several handfuls of salt, which they thought was extremely precious!

Even though it was not the first time that people from the tribe had sprinkled salt on these mounds, the long-legged heart still couldn't help but be shocked and distressed.

How did such a delicious and precious table salt be sprinkled into the soil like this?

It's all good!

At the same time as they were shocked and distressed, they also worked more energetically, because they heard that this was the house that the Son of God was going to build for them to live in.

How could he not be moved by the fact that such delicious and precious salt was put into the house he built for himself and others, how could he not work hard?

Recalling their original tribe's witch making a little salt, except for himself and a few leaders to eat, the rest of the people had no share, Long Legs felt more and more that the gods and witches of this tribe were so generous and kind, which was admirable.

even felt that there was a leader in the witch, and it was appropriate to be executed.

The witch of the Teng Snake tribe has been burned to ashes by fire, if it is a burial, he who knows what Long Legs thinks in his heart, he will definitely lift the coffin board and come over and give Long Legs a few blows.

Then he pointed to the long legs and jumped like thunder.

Can you compare your own tribe with only a small amount of salt, but this tribe produces a lot of salt continuously?

If your tribe can have as much salt as this tribe, let alone build a house, you will have no problem curing long legs into salted meat.

It's a pity that the witch of the Teng Snake tribe has been burned to ashes, and the other people of the Teng Snake tribe who are also burned to ashes have entered the dung pit of the Qingque tribe.

After being soaked in it for a period of time, it becomes fertilizer and fertilizes the field.

Therefore, even if you can know the nagging in the heart of Long Legs, at most you can only let a few more sticky bubbles come out of the manure pit.

The long legs who were thinking about these things in their hearts, took the bone shovel and down, and their subordinates kept turning the pile of dirt with 'condiments' to the other side.

After such a toss, the salt and hay sprinkled on the surface of the mound will be mixed with the soil more evenly.

Then someone scoops a bowl of water and splashes some water on it, and after it gets a little wet, he scoops it up and puts it into a mold that has been spaced out.

After being vigorously tamped, it becomes a wall.

The long legs who had turned over a pile of dirt straightened up, and looked at the wall of dirt that appeared under their labor, and his heart couldn't help but shake a little.

It turns out that walls and houses didn't exist from the beginning, they were really built by people.

It turns out that in addition to gathering, hunting, and attacking other tribes, people can actually do such great things!

Long Legs looked at his hands, and then looked at the earthen wall, a little excited, but also with some disbelief,

He couldn't believe that they had built the wall like that.

While Long Legs was in a mood when he looked at the earthen wall they had built, Han Cheng, who was standing on the wall, was also looking at the people who were working.

The location of the two slave courtyards and the implementation of the corresponding measures made his heart fall to the ground.

And for a period of time, these slaves have no resistance to their slave status, and they are all working according to his arrangement, and there is no chaos.

That's good, Han Cheng said this in his heart, and a smile appeared on his face.

According to his temperament, as long as these slaves are obedient and don't mess around, he won't do anything too harsh.

Like Zhou Papi, he got up earlier than the chicken, and pretended to be a chicken to let the long-term workers get up and work in the field, which would never appear in him than him.

Got up earlier than the chickens, wouldn't it be too hard for such a slave owner to do it?

His gaze lingered for a moment on the group of slaves who were busy building houses, and then he passed them to the east of the wall, downstream of the creek.

The hemp in the tribe had been made, and the people who had finally recovered from the war and had their hands freed up, under Han Cheng's arrangement, were fishing out the hemp bundles there to peel the hemp.

By now, hemp has become an indispensable crop for the Qingque tribe.

In addition to the increasing use of linen, hemp rope is stronger and easier to use than rope grass, which is also an important factor.

So after freeing his hands, Han Chengcheng immediately asked people to peel and wash hemp.

This is just the right time to weave cloth in the house in winter when the weather is cold.

I just don't know how the hemp cultivation of the Fire Tribe is, and whether they have started weaving.

Han Cheng remembered the tribe that had a large population and was in the lower reaches of the river.

After watching everyone peel hemp from a distance for a while, Han Cheng turned his gaze to the west of the tribe.

The woods after the leaves have fallen seem to be much clearer, and through the branches, the eyes can extend a lot inside.

But it was still quiet, and there was no movement of the returnees of the expedition.

Han Cheng thought so, then shook his head and smiled.

Secretly said that he was too anxious, and it had only been a few days since he began to think about the return of the senior brother.

According to what Rabbit Mao told before, at this time, at most, they had just arrived at the lair of the Teng Snake Tribe, and it was not a short time before they came back.

Just wait for yourself.

But the wait is really painful.

However, this torment was immediately diluted a lot, because a cry with joy came from behind: "Brother Cheng!" ”

Han Cheng turned around, and Bai Xuemei had already climbed up the wooden ladder quickly.

Han Cheng, who was condescending, had an absolute advantage, and through her neckline, a trembling white could be seen.

Bai Xuemei didn't notice Han Cheng's not very serious gaze, and even if she did, she wouldn't care too much.

After all, it's even more indecent than this, and the two don't know how much they have done.

"Brother Cheng, I got something good!"

After Bai Xuemei climbed up, she reached out and grabbed Han Cheng's arm, jumping and jumping happily.

Feeling the soft touch of the bullet on his arm, Han Cheng was worried that Bai Xuemei was not hugging her tightly enough, so he leaned his arm into her arms very intimately.

Then he smiled and asked, "What good things?" Let me see. ”

In fact, even if Bai Xuemei didn't say it, Han Cheng could guess what Bai Xuemei said about the good things, but seeing that the little daughter-in-law was so happy, he couldn't bear to spoil her interest, so he deliberately asked like this.

"Guess what!"

Talking and guessing, his hand had already let go of Han Cheng's arm, reached into the pocket of his clothes, and took out the thing.