"Divine Child, let's fertilize these fields..."
The Shaman had been observing the fields for a long time and now approached Han Cheng with a suggestion.
Han Cheng was somewhat surprised. Wasn't it too early to see the results before the autumn harvest? It was just the beginning of summer.
"We can already see the difference now. Not waiting until the autumn harvest would result in a significant decrease in the millet yield..." The Shaman shook his head.
Before, there was no comparison, so it wasn't apparent whether fertilizing had any effect. But now, with this comparison, the difference was immediately evident.
Han Cheng thought about it and realized the Shaman was right. Waiting until autumn to measure the difference in fertilization was unnecessary. After all, the loss would be for their tribe alone.
He immediately arranged for people to carry manure and spread it in these fields.
Just like the Shaman, most members of the tribe now clearly understood the importance of fertilization, so they naturally followed the Divine Child's instructions.
At this stage, when the millet hadn't grown too tall yet, spreading manure might sometimes hit the seedlings, but it wouldn't have much of an impact.
The manure was spread into the ground, and the Shaman's face showed a smile...
As the Shaman of the Green Sparrow Tribe watched the green carpet-like millet spread around the tribe with a smile, the Shaman of the distant Flying Snake Tribe also stood in the wilderness, smiling.
The same smile, but with different joys. While the Shaman of the Green Sparrow Tribe was happy for a good harvest in the autumn, the joy of the Shaman of the Flying Snake Tribe came from a strange creature with a single horn growing nearby.
This creature, covered in fur with a single horn on its head, looked silly as it grazed, showing a greedy look.
The little creature's size had grown rapidly, and after surviving the difficult winter with food shortages, it had now become plump and well-fed.
It was almost half the size of the two big creatures their tribe had eaten.
By the time autumn came, it would be even bigger.
"Eat more, grow faster," thought the Shaman of the Flying Snake Tribe as he reached out, plucked a handful of grass that the little creature liked to eat, and offered it to the creature. The creature, as before, stuck out its rough tongue, quickly rolled up the grass, and gobbled it down in a few bites.
The Shaman of the Flying Snake Tribe squatted down and patted the creature's head as it continued to eat grass, his face full of smiles...
While others smiled, the leader of the Green Tribe wore a worried expression. Even though today's harvest was good, he didn't show much happiness.
Not only he but most people in the tribe also seemed somewhat gloomy, lacking the joy they used to feel when returning from a harvest.
When the group returned to the tribe, the leader of the Green Tribe took out some of the prey caught today and had someone handle it. This would be their food for tonight.
As some people handled the meat, others skillfully set up clay pots and filled them with water, preparing to cook.
A unique aroma filled the air as the water boiled and the meat and wild vegetables simmered.
The leader of the Green Tribe stood up, looking somewhat dazed, and lifted the pot lid to serve himself a bowl first. After he had served himself, the other members of the Green Tribe who had bowls also came forward to serve themselves.
Squatting down, the leader of the Green Tribe used a method he had learned from that tribe to pick up a piece of meat from his bowl and chew it, trying to demonstrate the food's deliciousness. However, this effort didn't last long. He swallowed the meat in his mouth and took a small sip of soup, and although he had always enjoyed the meat soup before, today, he didn't have much of an appetite. After one sip, he didn't want to take another.
Raising his head and looking around, the leader of the Green Tribe noticed that the other members of the tribe who were eating were also disinterested, eating absentmindedly.
After a while of low-spirited eating, the leader of the Green Tribe couldn't take it anymore. He said something and then got up to go to the salt jar. He lifted it and found that only a thin layer of salt was left inside. He scooped some salt into his bowl using a wide, hard leaf stored inside the jar and added some to the large pot of meat soup.
Then he said something to the people eagerly watching the pot, and they immediately became ecstatic. They rushed to the pot and poured their food into it. After a quick stir, they continued eating.
This time, their state was obviously different, and everyone ate eagerly.
The leader of the Green Tribe watched the people in the tribe with annoyance. He felt quite angry about their behavior but ate at the same speed as everyone else.
After a hearty meal, the leader of the Green Tribe put down his bowl and let out a satisfied sigh. But this satisfaction didn't last long. When he looked at the salt jar and saw that there was even less salt left inside, his previous satisfaction disappeared.
How could they not control themselves again?
The leader of the Green Tribe slapped his thigh in frustration...
The people of the Green Sparrow Tribe did not share the leader's troubles. Now, they were enveloped in astonishment and jubilation.
The strange-looking object in Lame's hands was the source of all this excitement.
This object was about eighty centimeters tall, with a circle at the bottom, two handles like cart shafts at the back, and a shallow, oblong large basket woven from thick vines tied on top.
At this moment, this basket was neatly filled with one hundred and twenty bricks!
Although the bricks made by the Green Sparrow Tribe were relatively light and not as heavy as modern bricks, weighing about three catties each, they still added up to three hundred and sixty catties.
Most people in the Green Sparrow Tribe couldn't calculate such large weights involving multiplication, but they could still get an intuitive sense from the number of bricks.
Even the strongest Second Senior Brother could only carry fifty bricks at a time, and even if he could carry more, he wouldn't be able to make more than two trips.
Most people only carried about thirty bricks.
And now, this thing called a wheelbarrow by the Divine Child actually carried one hundred and twenty bricks at once!