Chapter 128: Taste from Childhood

Chapter 128: Taste from Childhood

After experiencing this incident, Han Cheng emerged from the initial two days of fervor.

Silkworms were important, but like elusive cabbages, they were not something to be rushed.

Not to mention that there were still no traces of silkworms found. Even if they were found now, it wouldn't make much sense for Han Cheng.

This lack of significance doesn't refer to anything else, but even if there were silkworms, they had already turned into pupae. It would be more convenient to let them grow in the wild. When autumn arrived, and the leaves fell, Han Cheng could easily find the silkworm cocoons hanging on the bare branches of mulberry trees.

After all, silkworm cocoons, much larger than silkworm droppings, hanging conspicuously on bare branches, would be much easier to spot.

Moreover, with rapeseed about to mature, making pitchforks was more urgent.

Perhaps because they had spread enough grass and wood ash in the first field of the Green Sparrow Tribe and also irrigated it with a lot of natural green manure made by the Green Sparrow Tribe, along with the nutrient contributions from rabbits and deer, and careful care from the Green Sparrow Tribe people led by Han Cheng, this year's rapeseed grew exceptionally well. It was far superior to when it grew mixed with weeds in the wild.

With robust rapeseed, it was impossible to dry it all at once on the threshing ground.

After no idle space was left on the threshing ground, the newly harvested rapeseed, under Han Cheng's guidance, was all piled up at the edge of the threshing ground.

Similar to storing hay, some logs were laid flat on the ground to separate them, and then some branches were placed on the logs before stacking the rapeseed.

When there was not much rapeseed, one could simply drop the rapeseed held in the arms or carried on the shoulders here. When the rapeseed stacks were higher than the person transporting the rapeseed, a pitchfork had to be used.

Under Han Cheng's tireless guidance, these people who had been learning for more than a day finally learned to use the pitchfork, at least not as unfamiliar as before.

As Ru Hua carried a bundle of rapeseed, she walked from the rapeseed field to the front of the rapeseed stack. She lowered her right shoulder, and the bundle of rapeseed on her shoulder fell to the ground.

She straightened up for a moment, then turned around and walked towards the rapeseed field, ignoring the rapeseed bundles on the ground. There would be someone coming to put them on the rapeseed stack.

Working in the field under the scorching sun, flipping wheat, or gathering the fallen wheat in the middle of the field, he had done a fair share of these tasks.

If, during those times, someone appeared riding a bicycle with a large beam, carrying a white foam box behind them, that would be the most joyful thing.

Opening the white blanket wrapped around the plastic box, a white mist emerged. Taking out a popsicle that cost twenty cents each and carefully licking it, it felt as if the scorching heat had disappeared.

Roasting slightly immature wheat with fire was delicious. In autumn, roasting large green grasshoppers with fire was also tasty, especially the golden eggs inside their abdomen that had not yet been expelled. Eating them was a mix of flavors, with a crunchy, bony chest full of chicken flavor after biting.

Of course, sweet potatoes roasted with dried cow dung were a childhood delicacy.

It's a pity, however, that one would never return to the childhood that required little worry and was easily satisfied.

Shaking his head, Han Cheng pulled his thoughts back from the past, storing all those memories in his heart and reevaluating everything that needed to be faced.

After over two days of flipping and drying, the rapeseed spread on the threshing ground had turned brown.

Without sturdy tools made from iron, even for a time traveler like Han Cheng, it was impossible to manufacture a stone roller for the threshing ground.

There was no other way, so people had to use a wooden fork to pat it down individually.

With each part of the fork, many rapeseed pods couldn't bear the pressure, choosing to burst open and release the seeds they had been nurturing.

Under Han Cheng's demonstration, Mu Tou and the others took wooden forks and patted the rapeseed in front of them. Then, they flipped it over and continued patting.

After another round of patting, they used the fork to lift and shake the maltreated rapeseed, making them loose. Then, they subjected them to the intense sunlight.

Meanwhile, Mu Tou and the others continued using wooden forks to pat the remaining rapeseed, ensuring even exposure to the sun. This method aimed to prevent uneven drying. Some slightly damp, resistant rapeseed pods wouldn't give up their hidden seeds until thoroughly dried by the scorching sun and warm winds.