Chapter 937 Look, Son of God Ate Zero Food Again in Class! (2 in 1)

"Swipe~swipe..."

Han Cheng and a few other people who have been following him to serve these seedlings these days scooped up the water in the jar with a ladle and poured it on the growing seedlings one by one.

I don't know if it's because the racial talent of farming in the blood is at work, Han Cheng, who didn't have much contact with farm work in the later generations, has become fond of contacting the land now.

Watching the sprinkled seeds slowly break out of their shells under his care, sprouting sprouts, watching these sprouts grow up slowly, and finally bearing fruit, he couldn't help feeling is joy.

Of course, there is a premise that he should not be allowed to plant on a large scale.

Once planted on a large scale, this kind of thing can no longer be enjoyed, but will become a kind of torture.

At this time, it was already the time when the sun was setting in the west, and as the sun gradually moved away, the temperature was slowly dropping.

After watering the seedlings, Han Chengcheng and the others picked up the grass fences placed aside, and covered the seedlings one by one.

Because of the existence of bows made of sticks, the covered grass thatch will not press the seedlings.

This is a means of keeping the seedlings warm.

Originally, it would be best to cover it with an airtight plastic sheet, but there is no such high-tech thing in the tribe, so it can only be replaced by such a thing.

Although the effect is far inferior to the plastic sheet, it is still somewhat useful, and it is better than no cover.

After completing these tasks, it was almost dark, and there was smoke rising from the Jinguan City, which seemed to merge with the dusk. This was where some women who had returned from the fields in advance were cooking.

The people who were working in the fields in the distance were also carrying tools at this time, and rushed from the fields to the tribe.

As they walked, they chatted casually, enjoying this moment of leisure and tranquility.

Han Cheng straightened his waist, looked around, and only felt that everything in sight could be included in the painting...

At night, a bonfire was lit in a room in Jinguan City, and a circle of children sat around the bonfire.

These children held their textbooks in their hands, and with the help of the firelight, they followed Han Cheng, the son of god and the principal of Qingque School, to read the texts in the textbooks seriously.

After teaching several times in a row, Han Chengcheng lit a fire near the middle of the room, and asked the children to return to their seats to read the text aloud. Those who could read the whole body began to learn to write the text. You can also choose to recite the text.

As for Han Cheng, the god son, he got a moment of leisure.

He brought a broken earthen jar from the side, put it on top of the brazier, then took out two handfuls of soybeans from his pocket and put them on it, and began to simmer the soybeans slowly over the fire.

After a while, the aroma of fried soybeans permeated the room.

The sound of reading in the room became quieter. Some children sniffed their noses vigorously, and secretly aimed their eyes at Han Cheng, who lowered his head and simmered soybeans seriously.

Some people couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

Regarding this, Han Cheng didn't pay attention to it, as if he didn't notice it, he just lowered his head and simmered his soybeans seriously.

The sound of reading in the room only dropped for a moment, and soon became louder again, louder than before.

In the sound of reading, Han Cheng also simmered the soybeans.

He used two sticks to support the two sides of the broken earthen jar, and transferred it from the brazier to the ground to cool it down.

After waiting for a while, the soybeans became cold. I took one and put it in my mouth, and chewed it with my big teeth. With a crunching sound, my mouth was full of burnt aroma.

If you put a small bowl of wine by your side, bring it up to your mouth and take a few sips, it will be even more wonderful.

When Han Cheng was in school, the teacher always had to guard against students eating snacks in class.

Now it's his turn to be the teacher himself, the students below will not eat snacks in class,

Instead, he, who is a teacher, ate here openly.

Seeing Han Cheng slowly throwing soybeans into his mouth, these children who were studying became more energetic in their reading. Two of them had already buckled the textbooks in their hands on the desk made of mud, trying to Recited.

When Han Cheng casually ate the twenty-third fried soybean, a child from the tribe came to Han Cheng with a book in his hand, muttering words as he walked.

Han Cheng took the textbook from his hand, and the child immediately began to recite it.

Han Cheng looked at the textbook in his hand, and when the child finished reciting it in one breath, he nodded in satisfaction, picked up the red pen, and wrote the word 'Recite' on it.

Then he took out twenty fried soybeans from the broken crock beside him.

The child took the book, tucked it under his arm, stretched out his hands to hold the soybeans that Han Cheng gave him, trotted back to his seat with an excited expression on his face, and then, under the envious eyes of everyone, picked up a soybean The soybeans were put into the mouth, and I ate them with a click, like eating an elixir, not to mention the satisfaction.

At such a scene, many people watching couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, and then the sound of reading in the room suddenly became louder and louder.

The other child who put the book on the table also picked up the book at this time and went to Han Cheng to endorse it.

After a while, I also came back happily with books and soybeans.

The fried soybeans in his hand are nineteen.

Such a scene irritated the rest of the people.

Because the past practice tells them that the later they finish memorizing, the less fried soybeans they get, and the last one who finishes memorizing can only get one fried soybean...

Because it was spring plowing now, and everyone in the tribe was busy with it. After some careful thinking, Han Chengcheng rescheduled his class to the evening.

This time, Han Chengcheng had already made plans to let some people stay here first, so when selecting people to come to Jinguan City, he chose their spouses as much as possible.

So at night, these guys who have worked all day basically don't have to worry about long nights and unintentional sleep.

Han Cheng, the son of a god, can't do it. He's not an old urchin. He can play with his left and right hands. He goes to bed too early, and he really can't sleep at night.

These children in the tribe are all innocent, and they haven't reached the time to play that kind of game.

In order not to waste time, Han Chengcheng arranged the course in this time period.

Not to mention, after such an arrangement was made, many problems were immediately solved.

And there are some indescribable wonderful feelings in class with a bonfire at night.

If you don't fart if you eat too much fried soybeans, then everything will be perfect...

"x-on:#4￥4..."

The hunchbacked primitive man shouted happily, and the people following him, after hearing his shout, couldn't help shouting one by one, just like the repeater in the group chat of later generations.

Of course they were happy, because after walking for a while, they once again came to the area where exquisite pottery and table salt appeared.

Thinking about the beautiful scene that the old priest told them before leaving, and recalling the many things that I and others exchanged with those two things in the powerful and wealthy Red Tiger Tribe, these people couldn't help but be full of excitement , I can't wait to find the tribe that can produce these two things immediately, and exchange them for them.

Because of this, they rushed more actively along the way.

Compared with the past, this is the same distance, they just walked two days less.

After standing here and shouting excitedly for a while, the excited members of the Youchao tribe, led by the hunchbacked primitive man, embarked on a journey of exchanging and finding people at the same time...

Honey bees are buzzing, and the fragrance of flowers is permeating the air.

The increasingly warmer sunlight shines down from the sky, passing through the branches and leaves above the head, leaving a patch of mottled light and shadow on the ground.

The hunchbacked primitive man stood here feebly, looking up at the sky.

The rest of the primitive people around him also seemed a little depressed at this time, no longer the excited look they had when they first arrived.

During this period of time, more than half of the pottery and salt soil they carried had been replaced by them into food, fur and other things.

However, after such a long time, they still haven't met people who carry fine pottery and clean salt and do the same things as they do.

"x-on:#￥TY..."

Standing here looking at the sun in the sky for a while, letting the sunlight pass through the window of his soul and warming his tired heart, the hunchbacked primitive man put his raised head flat, and then said aloud.

Under his order, the people who rested for a while set off again, heading towards a tribe that was closer...

“x-on:￥SDD…”

At the same time, not too far away from them, the older female primitive shouted loudly, and shook her hand vigorously at the leader of the tribe behind her.

Different from the hunchbacked primitive people and their group, the crowd headed by the older female primitive people were all in a very happy mood and full of energy from head to toe.

They turned their heads to look at the food and some furs on the shoulders of themselves and others, and their bodies were immediately full of energy, and their round eyes were curved with smiles.

These are all good things! It is much more food than they collected before.

Full of enthusiasm, they shuttled here, led by several people holding stones, sticks and other things, zigzagging in one direction.

These people belonged to the tribe they had just left, and they were exchanged for a beautiful pottery by the older female primitives according to the method taught by the Son of God, and led them to another tribe they didn't know.

In the past, without the hook shoulders given by the mysterious Qingque tribe, the things that they and others could carry on a trip were limited. Now with the help of hook shoulders, they can carry a lot more things at once than before. , so the last time I came out, I was able to transfer to two more tribes...

On the afternoon of the second day after the older female primitives left, people from the nest tribe headed by the hunchbacked primitive came to this tribe.

The leader of this tribe who had just returned from hunting, looked at the hunchbacked primitive man and the pottery they were carrying, and couldn't help but feel a little lucky in his heart.

Fortunately, my tribe encountered another tribe with better pottery and salt not long ago. Otherwise, if this tribe came first, my tribe would have no food to exchange for better ones...

"x-on:#34￥4?!"

After some communication that was not completely understandable, the hunchbacked primitive man learned from the tribal leader the tribe they were looking for, and after leaving here not long ago, he jumped off the ground excitedly stand up.

“x-on:#4ED…”

After calming down his excitement a bit, the hunchbacked primitive man hurriedly asked the leader of the tribe where those people with exquisite pottery went.

After some seemingly difficult communication, the leader of the tribe roughly understood the meaning of the hunchbacked primitive man who had exchanged with them in the past.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he was ready to point out the direction in which the older female primitive people left.

But then, as if he remembered something, he raised his hand halfway, and then quickly put it down again.

"x-on:￥W#4..."

He opened his mouth and pointed to the food carried by the hunchbacked primitive man.

Then they quickly took out the older female primitive people from the cave, and raised the bowl that was used as a reward for guiding the way to the hunchbacked primitive people.

The meaning is very clear, that is, after paying the same amount of food as this bowl, he will tell him the direction the older female primitives left.

This is another tribe that was indirectly distorted by Han Cheng, the traverser, through the older female primitives.

After figuring out what the tribal leader meant, the hunchbacked primitive man couldn't help being stunned.

He remembered that the leader of this tribe was very hospitable, how could he become so shrewd now?

Doubts are doubts, but this is the closest they are to that mysterious tribe, and they can't miss anything.

So the hunchbacked primitive man agreed to the tribal leader's request without much hesitation.

He asked a person from their tribe to put down the package he was carrying and opened it, and then called out as many people as there were fingers on two hands, and asked them to stand here and stretch out all their fingers .

After doing this, in front of the tribal leader, he used this exquisite pottery bowl to dig out food bowl by bowl, and he dug out a hundred bowls before stopping.

And after the one hundred bowls of food were dug out, the two parcels of food they carried had already belonged to the tribe.

This way of trading was proposed by the leader of that tribe when he exchanged exquisite pottery and salt with another tribe during his last trip.

Looking at the huge pile of food in front of him, and looking at the pottery bowl in his hand, the leader of the tribe suddenly felt a little dizzy...

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