I am a Primitive Man 125

I am a Primitive Man

Chapter 125 – Wolf and Deer fight and harvest

Deer Lord also joined in. With its fondness for flowers, it wouldn’t miss the opportunity to indulge in the tempting display.

When Han Cheng spotted the deer approaching, he quickly led Fu Jiang away. These two companions were not ones to put a person at ease.

Deer Lord’s current look was quite cool. Not only did it have a face with a splint, but it also had ropes wound around its antlers and even a mask covering its mouth. It was a unique sight in the entire Green Sparrow tribe.

Of course, this mask wasn’t made of gauze. At this time, even if Han Cheng wanted to make a gauze mask like that, he couldn’t find the materials.

Under Han Cheng’s instructions, the Deer Lord’s mask was woven by the Green Lord tribe’s top craftsman, Lame, using rattan.

It was roughly bowl-shaped, with symmetrical ropes tied around the edges. When worn, it only needed to be hooked onto Deer Lord’s long mouth. Then, it wouldn’t fall off by tying the ropes slightly at the base of its antlers.

Such a thing was called a “cage head,” commonly used for cows and horses, usually woven from broken bamboo strips in Han Cheng’s old hometown.

However, Han Cheng hadn’t found any bamboo, so he had to use rattan instead.

Fortunately, the effect was not bad.

This was evident by watching Deer Lord desperately trying to get its mouth on the rapeseed flowers but miserably failing due to the mask, with its tongue making loud noises.

Seeing this pitiful scene, Han Cheng couldn’t help but be dumbfounded. Could it be that Fu Jiang, this silly dog, was becoming clever, using tactics where sacrificing oneself to kill the enemy?

Deer Lord, upon witnessing this scene, was furious. It grunted, grunted again, and spared the rapeseed flowers that were frightened by it. Lowering its head, it charged towards Fu Jiang.

These two companions, who had fought countless times, were already familiar with each other’s tricks.

Fu Jiang, who had been poked in the butt many times by Deer Lord’s antlers, couldn’t let it succeed. It swiftly dodged to the side, baring its sparse teeth at Deer Lord.

Feeling insulted, Deer Lord knew that Fu Jiang wouldn’t dare to bite it for real. After a failed attack, it immediately turned its head and charged at Fu Jiang again.

This wolf versus deer battle ended with Deer Lord being the clear winner.

The main reason was that Fu Jiang forgot it had a rope tied around its neck this time.

After dodging a few more times, the rope got entangled with Han Cheng, losing its maneuver space.

Having won the battle, Deer Lord walked away with a proud posture, its long legs and head held high. It seemed to have forgotten about having Han Cheng untie the troublesome cage head.

Fu Jiang looked at Han Cheng with extremely resentful eyes. If it weren’t for this stupid owner, it wouldn’t have been humiliated by that darn deer. Thinking about the experience just now, Fu Jiang felt pain in its butt.

Time passed bit by bit, seemingly slow, but looking back, it was always surprised with its speed.

When the tall gate of the Green Sparrow tribe on the south side was completely raised, and the short walls behind it were only a short length away from being heightened, the flourishing rapeseeds could finally be harvested.

As with last year, before harvesting the rapeseed, Han Cheng directed the tribe’s people to clear an area called the “field.”

The field is right in the courtyard of the Green Sparrow tribe.

The courtyard of the Green Sparrow tribe is spacious enough, and apart from the toilet, rabbit pens, and deer pen, there are no other structures, providing ample space for the field.

Han Cheng chose to locate the field near the west side of the main gate. This decision had its reasons. Firstly, when transporting the harvested rapeseed to the tribe would involve less walking. Secondly, during the rapeseed threshing process, there would be a lot of dust, broken grass, and other debris. Placing the field near the main gate, far from the cave, would reduce the impact on the cave.

Moreover, the west side of the main gate’s wall has already been raised, so storing rapeseed there wouldn’t interfere with further construction.

Compared to the difficulty of opening the wheat field last year, this time, it felt much easier. Calling it a field feels awkward, but let’s continue calling it a wheat field for now, even though the Green Sparrow tribe doesn’t have wheat.

This is mainly due to the strong wind, which uprooted numerous trees last year. Han Cheng and the others only needed to level the ground and then tamp it down with stone slabs or other flat objects.

Considering that there is more rapeseed this year than last year, Han Cheng also expanded the construction of the wheat field quite a bit to about fifty or sixty square meters.

For the rapeseed harvest, the couple Tie Tou and Ruhua are the main force, especially Tie Tou. During this period, he has become adept at cutting grass with a stone sickle; the same skill applies to rapeseed harvest. One person can harvest faster than two people.

Like harvesting thatch, the harvested rapeseed is placed in small piles nearby, tied with ropes and transported to the tribe’s wheat field.

Larger bundles of rapeseed are made for those with greater strength, while those with less strength make smaller ones.

Because there isn’t much rapeseed, not everyone in the Green Sparrow tribe is involved in the rapeseed harvest.

Han Cheng only drew a quarter of the workforce from those building the wall, plus the couple Hei Wa and his wife, which was already sufficient.

Han Cheng didn’t let others handle the carefully cultivated two patches, totaling less than two hundred rapeseed plants. Instead, he harvested them.

After harvesting, they were tied into bundles with grass ropes, four plants per bundle, then carefully hung on some branches on the west side of the tribe’s cave entrance to dry without mixing them with the rest of the rapeseed.

Not only were they not mixed with other rapeseed, but even these two patches of rapeseed were strictly separated during drying.

They may not look much different now, but they would become two major factions in Han Cheng’s anticipation.

One faction would develop towards the direction of Chinese cabbage, while the other would develop towards rapeseed with better taste and more seeds.

Of course, even if this plan could succeed, it would take at least seventy to eighty years.

Looking at the rapeseed hanging on the branches, exposed to the sun and wind, Han Cheng couldn’t help but sigh slightly. The road ahead is indeed long.

Thinking like this, he immediately smiled again. To encounter this primitive rapeseed at this time is already extremely fortunate. How can one be dissatisfied and proceed slowly when luck is so good?

If the direction is right, there will always be that successful day.