Chapter 400: Motivating with Food
Han Cheng explained and gestured, sotis even drawing a few lines on the ground with a stick to help La understand what a wheelbarrow was.
Learning that a wheelbarrow could transport many things at once, similar to the unusable plow after the snow lted, La imdiately beca excited.
The mory of using the plow still left a deep impression on him, and he felt regretful when it couldn't be used after the snow lted. He had always wondered how to create sothing similar to a plow but usable throughout the year, especially for tasks like transporting harvested crops or spreading manure in the fields, which currently left the tribe mbers exhausted.
Limited by his knowledge, La had never devised such a solution. When he suddenly heard Han Cheng ntion the wheelbarrow today, he felt like a door that had been blocked for a long ti was suddenly opened, and everything beca clear.
This was exactly what he had always wanted to create!
"Divine Child!"
La stood up abruptly from the ground, looking at Han Cheng. His excitent overflowing, he was at a loss for words to express his feelings.
Han Cheng was also taken aback by La's overly strong reaction but smiled knowingly.
No madness, no magic, no survival.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
With sothing new and challenging to do, La was as excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood.
He eagerly wielded his axe and saw and cut wood, burning and bending it into circles to make wooden wheels. He was thoroughly enjoying himself.
Influenced by Han Cheng, La's first step in making the handcart was also the wooden wheels, as this was the most critical point.
When La got into his work mode, he was sowhat frightened. With an axe in hand, his face and hands covered in black ash, and his head sprinkled with bits of grass and bark, he sotis furrowed his brow in a worried expression and other tis burst into laughter, muttering to himself before swinging the axe at the tree trunks.
His strokes varied from light to heavy.
When they were heavy, wood chips flew everywhere; when they were light, it was as gentle as a lover's caress...
As La discarded more and more scrap wood, the circles he produced beca rounder, and the quality of the wooden wheels improved.
"Hehehe..."
Five or six days later, La stood before Han Cheng with a wooden wheel in his hand, not saying a word, just laughing gleefully.
At this point, La looked much thinner, with hollow eye sockets and bloodshot eyes, radiating fatigue from deep within his bones.
Han Cheng solemnly took the wooden wheel from La's hand, carefully examined it, and gave La a thumbs-up.
Patting him on the shoulder, Han Cheng praised, "Well done! You've solved this difficult problem. Now go eat so food, bathe, and sleep well!"
Watching La happily turn around and leave with the heavy wooden wheel, Han Cheng couldn't help but sniffle. This guy was reckless!
Today, La was undoubtedly the most eye-catching person in the entire tribe because today, the Divine Child cooked a al for him.
There were delicious stir-fried at and vegetables, stead, tender at covered in honey, fried eggs sprinkled with green onions, and a large plate of golden brown pancakes.
In addition, there was a small bowl of thick, honey-infused deer milk and a large bowl of sour but refreshing fernted grain juice...
La grabbed a piece of at and threw it into his mouth, chewing loudly.
Before he could even finish chewing, he grabbed another big, chubby piece of at and stuffed it into his mouth.
There was no need to chew with his teeth; all he had to do was press it with his tongue, and it lted away.
Then he lowered his head to sip the rich and sweet deer milk. It was heavenly!
"Gudong! Gudong!"
Watching La devouring the at and deer milk with oil dripping from his mouth, the other mbers of the Green Sparrow Tribe, holding their bowls, couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
Second Senior Brother's mouth even watered, a thin thread of saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth.
However, envy was just envy because the Divine Child had only prepared such a delicious al for La, and no one else.
Even the Shaman, the Witch, and the Eldest Senior Brother, the leader, were treated the sa way.
As the Divine Child put it, this was the treatnt that those who made great contributions to the tribe should receive.
After being stimulated by this, the mbers of the Green Sparrow Tribe were extrely enthusiastic in their work and other activities for quite so ti, as if they were injected with chicken blood.
La raised his plate high. After the last drop of juice fell into his mouth, he put down the empty plate, belched contentedly, took a hot bath, and lay on the heated bed, imdiately falling asleep with loud snores.
Han Cheng observed everyone's reactions and couldn't help but smile at himself. This was precisely the effect he wanted.
With La as a vivid example, the other mbers of the tribe would undoubtedly wholeheartedly devote themselves to the tribe.
After taking a short nap with Bai Xue, Han Cheng left the room and went to the millet field with the people carrying hoes.
The Green Sparrow Tribe's population had increased significantly compared to before, and it was now capable of performing several tasks simultaneously.
The millet grew well, reaching about twenty centiters deep, almost up to Han Cheng's calves.
Rows of millet stood there, a pleasing sight to behold.
When the wind blew, the green seedlings danced with the breeze, resembling green waves running towards the distant edge of the forest.
If it weren't for the fact that this was food, Han Cheng would have been tempted to roll around on it.
Such a scene was truly delightful.
The bone hoes, sharpened by the earth, danced lightly in the rows of millet, cutting through the sowhat hard soil, removing the weeds competing for nutrients with the seedlings.
Loosening the soil and weeding for these enchanting seedlings.
Under the warm sun, the air was filled with the fresh scent of millet and wild grass.
These carefully tended millet seedlings were thriving, with lush green leaves and so areas even turning slightly black, indicating the fertility of the soil.
However, amidst this picturesque field, so patches of different colors also existed.
About a dozen scattered yellow patches broke the harmony of the lush green field.
These yellowing millet seedlings were the ten acres that hadn't been fertilized or sprinkled with wood ash for comparison.
Not only were these seedlings turning yellow, but they were also thinner and shorter than the fertilized ones.
Even before the autumn harvest, the difference between fertilized and unfertilized was already evident.
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