The Rise of Primitive Tribes Farming

Chapter 140 One day, we will return to the ancestral land

After leaving the bamboo hut, the leader of the Xiang tribe sent someone to fetch an animal skin bag, about [-] catties of rice.

Ze pointed to the sack of rice and said, "There are only so many that can be traded."

Chen Bei opened the animal skin bag and found that the color of the rice was not very good, about one-fifth of it was empty shells, and there were some stems and leaves.

Chen Bei picked up a grain and opened it to see that it was not particularly dry. If it was not well preserved, it might germinate after being left alone.

Even so, Chen Bei was still a little excited. After all, most of these rice grains were still good and could be used to make seeds. As long as they were brought back to the Mang tribe, dried again, and blown off the empty shells, stems and leaves, it would be good. seed.

With so many rice varieties, it only takes two years to plant them, and the Mang tribe will have a large amount of rice, which will become one of the staple food of the tribe.

Ze continued: "What does Chief Chen want to trade with?"

Chen Bei thought for a while, and finally decided to take out the salt, this thing is the real money-making tool.

Although there is no coin now, only barter is available, but the value of salt is much higher than other goods.

Chen Bei walked up to the Rhino King, took out a small animal skin bag from the animal skin bag, and walked in front of Ze.

He opened the small animal skin bag and said, "Look at this cargo, how do you like it?"

Ze took the animal skin bag and looked at it, with an unbelievable expression on his face. Obviously, he didn't expect Chen Bei to be able to take out the salt.

Ze couldn't wait to squeeze a little bit with his fingers and put it in his mouth. A salty taste radiated in his mouth, and there was a little bit of bitterness, but the bitterness was almost negligible.

"Okay, good things, let's exchange them!"

There are about two catties of salt in the small animal skin bag, which is a very lucrative transaction.

However, Chen Bei took the animal skin bag over and said, "You can use it to trade, but the amount of rice is too small."

Ze frowned slightly, and said: "The production of this thing is very small, and there are many birds and beasts destroying it. This bag is already the harvest of a large wetland."

Ze is telling the truth, because the planting methods are outdated, and the seeds are almost sprinkled and left alone, and the harvest is done when the time comes, the yield is indeed extremely low.

Otherwise, the elephant tribe would not have planted it for so many years, and still could not feed all the fallen people.

Chen Bei said: "The rice is gone, you can plant it again, but you should know how rare this salt is."

"To be honest, I'm taking a lot of risks in trading with you with salt. If your tribe leaks the news, other tribes will definitely have ideas about our Mang tribe, and there will be big troubles then."

Ze knew that what Chen Bei said was also reasonable.

He gritted his teeth and said, "One more bag, this is the limit, any more will be gone."

Soon, Ze asked someone to bring another bag of rice. He felt very painful, but he had to take it for the sake of salt.

"That is to say, the people in your elephant tribe are good. If you change to another tribe, I will definitely not sell it so cheap."

"make a deal!"

Chen Bei was actually very satisfied. After all, salt was not particularly rare for the Mang tribe. Two catties of salt for more than sixty catties of rice was already very good for him.

The [-] catties of rice will turn into hundreds of catties in one year, and the hundreds of catties will be scattered again. After another year of planting, the amount will be at least ten times higher, right?

In Chenbei's mind, the image that everyone in the Mang tribe has rice to eat has already appeared. Of course, it is quite difficult to realize this image, but there is hope anyway, isn't it?
Ze also heaved a sigh of relief. After all, salt is really in short supply. Other tribes, such as the Diao tribe, charge even more outrageous prices. In comparison, Chenbei is really more conscientious.

Ze said to Chen Bei: "Boss Chen, do you have any more salt? We can trade with other things, such as crocodile skin, how about it?"

Because the people of the Elephant tribe live by the river, it is common to hunt crocodiles for food, so they have accumulated a lot of crocodile skins, bones, teeth, etc.

Crocodiles are not weak in reproduction. If it weren't for the frequent hunting of elephant tribes, it is estimated that this water area would be flooded.

Chen Bei said: "I have to check the color first."

As soon as Ze heard it, he knew that Chenbei still had salt, and he said enthusiastically: "Yes, I will take you to see it right away, you will definitely be satisfied."

Ze took Chen Bei to a large bamboo house in the Xiang tribe. The walls of this bamboo house were covered with crocodile skins, and the ground was piled with crocodile bones and teeth.

Chen Bei checked the quality of the crocodile skin and found that it was not bad, so he nodded in satisfaction.

After that, he bargained with Ze for a long time, and negotiated a price that both parties were satisfied with.

Ze got another ten catties of salt, while the Mang tribe got a bunch of crocodile skins, plus a bunch of crocodile fangs.

After several transactions, the relationship between Chenbei and Ze has also become much closer.

After all, it is very rare to get a more reliable trading partner, and the Mang tribe and the Xiang tribe had a good relationship a long time ago, and I believe that this harmonious relationship can continue in the future.

Chenbei asked the totem warriors of the Mang tribe to take away the traded things, and then Yu Ze continued to walk in the Xiang tribe, he wanted to get more valuable things.

After walking not far, Chenbei suddenly saw an old man from the Xiang tribe standing by the side of the road, and several children were sitting beside him, listening carefully to what he had to say.

Chen Bei approached curiously, wanting to hear what he was talking about.

"We are like a tribe. It used to be a big tribe. Do you know the big tribe? There are tens of thousands of people in the tribe!"

The old man made exaggerated gestures, but those children obviously didn't understand what tens of thousands was, so they could only guess about a lot.

"At that time, we lived on the plains. There were thousands of elephants in the tribe. Few tribes dared to provoke us. Everyone had food, clothes, and solid houses to live in..."

When the old man said this, his eyes seemed to be shining, and the expression on his face was extremely proud.

A child was sitting on the ground, with his chin in his hands, raised his head and asked, "Then what happened next?"

"Later, it snowed, very heavy snow, the elephants of our tribe hadn't grown thick hair at that time, and couldn't bear the cold weather, so the tribe moved south, farther and farther away, Moving farther and farther away, many things are lost..."

The old man's mood became depressed. Obviously, the rate of decline of the tribe made it hard to end.

"Then can we go back?" one child asked.

The old man suddenly glanced at Chen Bei, then touched the child's head, and said: "Yes, we will definitely go back."

After Chen Bei listened to the old man's words, he learned more about the target tribe.

At the same time, he also thought that even the Xiang tribe that moved south had weakened to what it is now. It is conceivable that the Mang tribe that stayed stubbornly at the beginning endured much pressure, and it is not surprising that they eventually perished.

Chenbei and Ze continued to walk forward.

Ze's expression was a bit complicated, and he said: "The old man just now was the previous leader of the Elephant Tribe. His greatest wish in life is to let the Elephant Tribe return to their ancestral land."

"But, it's easier said than done!"

Ze sighed, shook his head and smiled wryly. With the current strength of the Xiang tribe, if he went back rashly, he might be eaten to nothing.

Chen Bei patted Ze on the shoulder and said: "As long as the tribe is not destroyed, one day we will return to our ancestral land, rise again, and even surpass our former glory!"

"I hope so."

The two continued to walk forward, but the atmosphere became much heavier. Whether it was the Xiang tribe or the Mang tribe, they were far from their peak.

However, the moods of the two are different. Ze feels that there is little hope of re-emerging, but Chenbei believes that the Mang tribe will surely rise, and he has this confidence.

(End of this chapter)