Yo, grandpa is here

"If a worker wants to do a good job, he must first sharpen his tool, and let it be."

Qingqing rummaged through the yard of Ermao's house, and finally chose the tool she liked best.

wooden fork.

It looks like a shovel, but the head is a sharp fork with four pointed heads.

Qingqing lifted it up and weighed it in her hands. It was quite good, not too heavy, and flexible to use.

"Sir, what is this for?" Qingqing asked.

"If it has an iron head, it can be used to plow the ground and dig peanuts. If it is made of wood, the wheat is a little damp after hitting it. Use this when turning it for drying."

Qingqing nodded with emotion.

"I'm really compassionate. I only use wood to clean them up and let them suffer a little bit of flesh and blood. If I replace them with high-temperature quenched steel forks and apply some medicine, they will die if they poke them."

"Grandma Zu, you are so kind." Yao Yao was touched, Grandma Zu is really a kind person.

The people in Lijia Village are so excessive, she still wants to keep alive.

"." Buli reserved his opinion.

Her compassionate heart is also limited to limited conditions.

But if there is a steel fork in the village, how could she not use it?

"Buli, are there any plants on the mountain that are 'in case of emergencies'?" Qingqing asked.

It's funny, look, he guessed right.

Qingqing is a clever woman who can't live without rice, and those stupid roe deer in Lijia Village can be regarded as saving their lives.

After Qingqing has set up the family property, if someone with no eyes runs over, it will not be as simple as breaking an arm or a leg.

"I haven't seen a plant like the blood-sealed throat in Langshan, but the mountain is so big, there are still many places that haven't been explored."

The translation of Buli's words means, give him some time, and he can come over if there is anything on the mountain.

Qingqing is satisfied, very good.

"Go ahead and tell everyone to prepare their forks. If the point is not sharp, sharpen it with a knife."

Qingqing stroked the fork, speaking calmly.

Er Mao shuddered.

At this time, the grandma of the clan is no longer the kind elder who smiled and shared steamed buns with everyone. While talking and laughing, murderous intent rushed to her face.

Qingqing put down her fork and took the long knife from Buli.

This knife is the only long knife in the whole village, and it must be sharpened to a bright shine.

On the wooden pier, a tied chicken was staring at Qingqing with big eyes, and pecked it with its sharp beak from time to time.

With a provocative appearance, he looked very much like the second aunt and the rich lady.

Qingqing stretched out her hand and purred the feathers of the chicken, and the tied chicken turned her head and chattered, not knowing what to do, and like the second aunt who repeatedly provoked her.

Ermao hesitated to speak.

He always felt that the night would not be so smooth. Will the women in the village really participate in the battle? No one else said that the second aunt should already be packing up and preparing to run away, right?
"The clan system endows the patriarch with a great deal of power, and the wicked are exempt from the death of the patriarch. Do you know what this means?" After Qingqing finished speaking, she couldn't leave her eyes.

The next picture is not suitable to watch without this severe haloemia.

Turning around without leaving sense, several recipes came to mind: Yau Ma Chicken, Beggar Chicken
"What do you mean—ah!" Er Mao's pupils suddenly became bigger, and he was startled.

Qingqing raised the knife and cut the live chicken into two with the big knife. The warm chicken blood sprayed on Ermao's face, scaring the child numb.

"Go, with a knife and a chicken, poke me in front of the village stele at the entrance of the village, and tell everyone when you spread the news, those who run away will be killed without mercy!"

The clan system endows the patriarch with great power, even so great that it can deprive the clansmen of their lives.

This knife cut not only broke the chicken, but also broke the hearts of some people who wanted to escape.

If these two ancestors became ruthless, they would really kill people.

"It's a pity that the chicken, the blood of the chicken has not been drained, so it can't be stewed." Buli sighed.

Qingqing took a bucket of water and washed the wooden pier clean.

"Actually, I'm also quite scared."

He raised his eyebrows.

Qingqing was silent, and it took a long time to speak dullly.

"I'm really scared."

She is really against depriving others of their lives, but the construction of the village cannot accommodate half a living deserter.

There really was a traitor, no matter how frightened she was, she would not hesitate to hold the knife in her hand.

If one deserter is let go, the whole village will be deserters in the future, and everyone will die.

"Splitting a chicken alive is better than splitting a person alive. It is their blessing to be able to follow a leader like you." Buli knew how to comfort her, "When the night is over, take the chicken back and roast it without draining the blood. Just eat it, it's just as delicious."

The chicken is placed at the entrance of the village, and the deterrent effect is obvious.

When it was time to assemble, Yao Yao beat the drums with all his might.

The sound of the drums hit the soul directly, and everyone in the village arrived, even those who were too old to move were carried over.

The second aunt and Youcai Niang were also there, and they seemed to be frightened and dared not lift their heads.

The dead chicken poked in front of the village monument is worth a thousand words.

At this time, it was almost dusk, and the wind blew, and the sorghum ears that had not been harvested were shaking heavily, and at first glance they seemed to be holding red torches.

Buli grabbed a handful of sorghum ears and weighed them. Judging by the weight, this year's harvest was indeed not good, but fortunately, he watched the sky at night. There has been no rain for the past few days, which is good news for the autumn harvest.

All eyes in the village fell on the patriarch, seeing him wandering in the yard, holding sorghum to look around, not knowing what he was going to do, and dared not let out a nervous atmosphere.

Others don't know what the patriarch does, but Qingqing knows that this is immersive farming.

Clearing his throat reminded him to work.

Buli was thinking about how to increase sorghum production next year, when she was called back by her voice, he gave her a slightly wronged look.

It's fine for her to do such "irrelevant" things, he just wants to quietly think about farming.

Under the urging of Qingqing's eyes repeatedly, Bulicai reluctantly said a few words, which was much simpler than Qingqing's frequent speeches of chicken soup for the soul.

He only said the precautions and the corresponding measures, and refused to say a single word that was superfluous. After hearing this, everyone was at a loss. Qingqing could only add it, and everyone broke into a cold sweat.

It turned out that Grandpa Zu's understatement was only a few sentences, and every sentence has a profound meaning. No matter which violation is, it can make people die thoroughly.

After finishing the main points, Qing Qingrang used the group as a unit and practiced with the sound of shaking drums. At first, everyone was not quite used to it, but after a few times, the cooperation became tacit.

With the shaking of the drums, the orderly attack retreated, but Buli was a little surprised to see it.

The potential of these peasant women was much better than he thought.

"It's not surprising. This kind of formation that doesn't require brains to follow the rhythm is essentially no different from square dancing. You don't need to think too much, and you don't have time to think too much." Qingqing stretched her muscles and bones, and the sun set , the twilight covered everyone's figures.

A group of people from Lijia Village came in the twilight.

They couldn't see the ambush soldiers hiding in the sorghum field, they could only hear the melodious sound of the drums, which could be heard from a long distance away.

"Brother, are the people in Yujiagou stupid? It's not the day to worship the ancestors, why are they beating the drums?"