The Rise of Primitive Tribes Farming

Chapter 120 Harvest
It took those captives and the members of the Mang tribe three months to finally repair all the roads of the Mang tribe.

Busy days always pass quickly.

In a blink of an eye, autumn is here.

The sun is still very hot during the day, but in the morning and evening, the wind has gradually turned cooler.

In the second month of autumn, the crops in the fields mature one after another. After a year of hard work, the Mang tribe finally ushered in the harvest season.

"Leader, our red cones, yams, buckwheat, soybeans, sorghum, cabbage, and peppers, Chinese prickly ash, green onions, and ginger are growing very well this year. We don't have to worry about our tribe's food this winter. !"

Chen Bei and Yan were walking in the field, and Yan told Chen Bei all kinds of things, his face was full of pride.

For the tribal people, food is really important, and being able to have a full stomach is the happiest thing.

With the continuous increase of production in the field, many people in the tribe have voluntarily joined the planting team, not like before, everyone wants to go to the hunting team or fishing team.

In the field, the clansmen were harvesting all kinds of mature vegetables and grains, and everyone had joy on their faces.

Even the captives are helping to dig the red cones in the ground and transport them back to the tribe.

Looking at this scene, Chen Bei also felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart. In this era, it is undoubtedly a great achievement to make the tribesmen in the tribe full of food every day.

Even those big tribes couldn't do it, but the Mang tribe did it!

"Come on, let's go and help."

Chenbei and Yan walked to a field planted with red cones, picked up tools, and dug together with the clansmen.

The round red cones are dug up from the ground, the big ones weigh two to three catties each, and each vine can bear three to five, or even eight or nine.

This thing has a high yield, the root and fruit can be preserved for a long time, and the taste is also good. It is one of the staple foods of the Mang tribe.

And its vines and roots can be fed to the herbivores in the breeding area, which is really not wasted at all.

After digging, the red cones are packed in rattan baskets and moved to the side of the road. Two wooden carts pulled by oxen will transport them back to the tribal warehouse.

In addition to the wooden wheeled cart that Chenbei participated in, another one was manufactured by the carpenter's workshop, and some improvements were made in the details, so the performance was better than the first one.

These two ox-drawn wooden carts constantly go back and forth between the field and the tribal warehouse, transporting a large amount of food and vegetables back from the field.

Of course, it is not enough to rely on these two wooden wheeled carts with a small load, and more depends on manpower and animal power.

For example, those totem warriors, after using the power of the totem, each of them has great strength, and they can carry things that weigh hundreds of catties and walk like flying.

In addition, strong tribesmen like Shanwen are no less chosen than totem warriors.

Those rhinos also put in a lot of effort. They can carry one or two thousand catties at a time, which is more than wooden wheeled carts.

The old deer of the planting team also planned to train the triangular green sheep and big horned deer so that they can also help transport things, but it has not been successful so far.

In another field, the two brothers Honghua and Hongye are harvesting sorghum.

There are more women and children in the sorghum field, because it is not so hard, and it is not too strenuous to carry.

Hongye cut a handful of sorghum with a stone scythe, and said, "With so much grain harvested in the field, we shouldn't have to go hungry this winter. We don't need to eat wild vegetables either. This winter should be fine."

Honghua said: "When the sapling grows up and the tree bears fruit and bear's palm fruit, our life will be better."

Hongye glanced at her sister with a complicated expression. He knew that Honghua was holding back her anger and was eager to prove her worth.

When she was in the tree tribe, she didn't pay much attention to those saplings.

Hongye said again: "I have inquired with Lie. After the first snow in winter, the tribe will hold a sacrificial ceremony. At that time, the new totem warriors can awaken. I wonder if they will let us participate in the awakening ceremony."

"If we can regain the power of the totem, we don't have to do some chores like we are now."

"I'm going to talk to the leader about it, sister, would you like to go with me?"

Honghua was silent. She also wanted to obtain the power of the totem, so that she could do more things, but she couldn't do it if she asked someone for it.

Looking at Honghua's expression, Hongye knew the answer. He sighed and said, "I'll go by myself."

Honghua actually wanted Hongye not to go, but in the end she still didn't say it, because after Hongye lost her totem power, she was no longer as confident as before, and her whole person was completely different from before.

Perhaps, obtaining the power of the totem can restore his self-confidence.

Honghua remained silent, but her hands moved faster. Even if sweat flowed into her eyes, she just blinked them, but didn't wipe them off.

She didn't want to look weaker than others, even without her totem power.

On the other side, Lie and Yun led hunting teams and fishing teams respectively, and also participated in the autumn harvest.

Autumn harvest is a big event for the tribe. Taking advantage of the good weather, the food and vegetables in the field should be taken back and dried in the sun, so that they can be preserved for a longer period of time.

Lie was digging the foot potatoes in a field. The size of the foot potatoes was larger than the red cones. The largest one could only weigh more than ten kilograms. It was also one of the staple foods of the Mang tribe.

Lie kept digging with a stone hoe, and he tried his best not to break up the yams, but sometimes he started too hard, and when the hoe went down, the good yams would be cut into two pieces.

"Unexpectedly, digging this thing is more tiring than fishing."

Lie wiped the sweat off his brow and continued digging.

At this moment, a baby boy with bare feet and wearing only an animal skin bellyband ran towards this side with a bamboo tube in his arms.

Milkman is about two years old, but he is already very strong, and he runs very fast, and he is not afraid of scratching his bare feet.

"Dad...Dad...drink water..."

Milkman shouted as he ran, panting, but the ground was very uneven, he accidentally fell, and his body was covered in dirt.

"Don't run so fast, did you hurt from the fall?"

Lie threw down the hoe, ran over in a hurry, picked up Naiwazi, and kissed him twice on the face, his face softened, and his eyes were full of love.

"It doesn't hurt, giggling..." Milkman laughed, and this voice made everyone else in the field laugh.

This baby boy is Lie's son, named Yu, who is two years old this year. Because he eats well, he looks very strong and looks like a three- or four-year-old child.

"Okay, dad, drink water, my good son."

Lie picked up the bamboo tube, drank the water with a "gudong gudong", and then returned the bamboo tube to the fish.

"Go back to the tribe and play, don't run around, you know?"

"understood!"

Milkman ran away again holding the bamboo tube.

Looking at his back, Lie's eyes were full of tenderness, no matter how much work he did, he never felt tired.

Because he does more work, there will be more food in the tribe, and his son will not be hungry.

Most people in the tribe think so.

"Keep digging, we must dig all the yams in this field back before dark!"

Lie called the members of the fishing team to continue working, and he himself picked up the hoe again, and continued to dig out the yams.

The autumn harvest lasted for a month, and most of the food and vegetables were collected in the tribe's warehouse.

There is still one-fifth of the food and vegetables left, which mature relatively late, and are slowly harvested by the planting team, while others return to their original positions and continue to do their own work.

This year, the warehouses of the Mang tribe were all full, and several empty houses were occupied, which can be described as a real bumper harvest.

(End of this chapter)