Going through ancient farming to engage in infrastructure construction

Looking at the gate soaked in snow, Yao Xiaoqing thought of those tung seeds.There is no oil-pressing machine, and the wood for oil-pressing is not ready. She thought about pressing it with a stone to see if the oil could come out.

She took Shan'am and others, brought out some bundles of cattail grass, and wove some net bags to hold tung oil powder.

Stir-fry the tung seeds in a stone pot, put them in a stone mortar and pound them into powder, then put the tung seeds into a net bag, put them on the steaming grid and steam for more than half an hour.

Put the oil cake into a large tank, press it with a stone, and wait for the oil to seep out slowly.After pounding for a long time, everyone smashed all the tung seeds into fine pieces, steamed them all and put them into a large vat.

Yao Xiaoqing flicked her sore wrists, saw each one of them rubbing their wrists, thought of the treadmill, turned around and went to the place where the stone tools were made in the tribe.

Seeing her, Muba smiled and said, "Xiaoqing, are you here to see if the stone mill is ready?"

Yao Xiaoqing shook her head with a smile, "You guessed wrong, I thought of something, made it, and it will save trouble for us to pound kudzu root powder in the future."

"Xiaoqing, why didn't you think of it earlier?" Hearing this, he put down the flint in his hand and jumped over.

Looking at the black charcoal writing on the wall, Yao Xiaoqing smiled and picked up a charcoal strip, drew a stepping pestle, pointed at the treading pestle on the painting and said, "Brother, look, let's put The stone pestle is embedded in a large piece of wood, a hole is cut here, a round wooden stick is inserted into it, and the round wooden stick is placed on two pillars."

"When pounding things, you use your feet to press down on the wood, the stone pestle is lifted up, loosen the feet, and the stone pestle falls into the socket of the mortar, and the things are smashed. Doesn't it save a lot of effort?"

"Yes, Xiaoqing's brain is easy to use, no wonder the leader said we are stupid." He said honestly.

"Let's see, what good idea did Xiaoqing think of?" Everyone gathered around.

Yao Xiaoqing explained again with a smile.Dashi nodded with a smile, "Yes! This saves a lot of effort, Xiaoqing, just wait, uncle will do it now."

Yao Xiaoqing nodded with a smile, "Okay, I'll go back first."

Dashi waved his hand with a smile, "Go! It will be done tomorrow, go and build piles."

Yao Xiaoqing returned to the cafeteria and saw that the tung oil powder in the tank still did not respond, thinking that it might be a waste of work, unwilling to reconcile, she hugged another stone and put it on top.

When it was time to eat the night food, a shallow layer of tung oil oozed from the bottom of the tank, and Yao Xiaoqing's heart eased a little.

Early the next morning, Yao Xiaoqing went to the cafeteria, lifted the stones on the oil cake, took out the oil cake, exposed the tung oil at the bottom of the tank, and scooped out a jar of tung oil with a wooden spoon.

Mu Feng watched and shook his head, "Xiaoqing, there are so many oil seeds, and only so much oil has been squeezed out, which is only enough to clean the gate!"

Yao Xiaoqing was not satisfied with getting such a little tung oil after working for a long time, "Yes! If the tools are not good enough, you will get less things."

As the old saying goes, if a worker wants to do a good job, he must first sharpen his tools.This time is a lesson, next time you have to be ready before doing it, you can't take things for granted like this time, wasting things and manpower.

Seeing that Yao Xiaoqing was frowning and unhappy, Mu Feng smiled and comforted her and said, "Xiaoqing, it's okay to be less, brother will accompany you to pick tung seeds and come back later."

Yao Xiaoqing looked at him and smiled, "Well! When the weather is fine, you and Brother Zhu go to paint the gate with tung oil to prevent the wood from being damaged by snow water."

"Okay!" Mu Feng carried the jar and went to look for the pig.

It had just been sunny for two days, and this afternoon, the sky turned dark, and soon there were snowflakes, and the snowflakes were flying all over the sky, like big flying catkins.

After getting up the next day, Yao Xiaoqing finally saw the power of heavy snow, and everywhere he looked was a vast expanse of whiteness, with no other colors to be seen.

The water in the bamboo tube was frozen and not a drop of water could flow out.Everyone can only melt the snow water and use it to wash and cook food.

Several parts of the thatched shed and firewood shed on the roof were collapsed by the snow.

After the snow stopped, everyone had just repaired it, but the next day it snowed heavily again, and other places were crushed.

Thinking that the roof would not be crushed by the snow, Yaohu simply told them not to repair it until next spring.

It has been snowing for several days in a row, and one foot can cover the calf.

The heavy snow covered all the roads down the mountain to the cave, and all the people shoveled the snow to open a road leading to the cave.

When we reached the foot of the mountain, we found that the firewood shed had collapsed, and the thatch shed had covered the firewood.

Those who went up the mountain found that the wooden fence on the mountain had become an ice wall, and the sun shone on it, reflecting the dazzling light.

All the thatched huts at the entrance of the cave collapsed.

Yao Hu rejoiced and said, "Fortunately, we didn't slack off when we built the pens for the livestock, otherwise they would all be crushed to death."

"Xiaoqing asked us to spread cattail grass to make nests for them in the sheep pen and cattle pen, in case they would freeze to death." Ah Chong said with a smile.

"Alas!" Muba sighed, "It's been a long time since there has been such a heavy snowfall, and how many people will freeze to death after the winter is over!"

Yao Xiaoqing heard Muba's words, worried about the abnormal weather, "Uncle Muba, hasn't there been such a heavy snow for a long time?"

Muba nodded and said, "Yes! It's been a long time since there was such a heavy snowfall."

It seems that the climate is a bit abnormal. Yao Xiaoqing remembers that there was a small ice age in ancient times. There were severe droughts and floods in summer, and it was extremely cold in winter. If it happened like that once, it would be troublesome.

After the snow was shoveled, Yao Xiaoqing said to Yaohu: "Father, do you remember any time when winter was particularly cold?"

Yaohu thought for a long time, frowned and said: "Yes, when I was not as old as you, the winter was extremely cold, and many people in the tribe died of starvation and freezing. It never rained once from spring to summer. All the things went to the deep mountains, and the Vulcan often set fire to the mountains, and very few people survived."

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this winter was very similar to that one, "Xiaoqing, Father went to Dashi and the others to discuss it. We should save some food. If it's the same as that time, everyone will be hungry."

Yao Xiaoqing nodded, "Yes, I think so too. Although we have saved a lot of food, if it is true as you said, there is not enough to eat."

Yaohu left in a hurry.

After the weather is cold, pheasants and ducks don't lay eggs much.Yao Xiaoqing thought about watching it for a few more days, and if it didn't work, he would kill half of the pheasants and ducks and keep the green stems, just in case.

Yaohu went to the stone tool room and told Dashi and the others his worries, and the older people still had lingering fears about that encounter.

Uncle Achun said: "Boss, everyone should eat less, save some food, and save yourself from having to eat any food in the end."

Muba nodded and said, "Uncle Achun is right. We used to eat two meals, and we didn't have much work in winter. We just made weapons, barrels, etc. in the tribe. It's okay to miss one meal."

"Yes! There will be milk dolls in the future! We must save food."

Everyone agreed to save food in case the gods sent disasters.