The Rise of Primitive Tribes Farming

Chapter 187 Rice Ripening
The sea of ​​flames in the ancestral land of the Mang tribe rekindled, and the totem gods of all the large tribes, medium tribes, and some small tribes in the entire central region felt it. They looked at this place from a distance, but they didn't know what happened.

Then, only two days later, an astonishing news came back to the three tribes.

All the totem warriors they sent to the ancestral land of the Mang tribe were wiped out!
The news spread quickly, setting off a turbulent wave in the entire central region.

For a time, the ancient name of the Mang tribe became known again through various legends and murals.

The furious three tribes immediately blocked the road to Nanhuang, and sent a large number of totem warriors to search for the whereabouts of Chen Bei and others.

However, the central region is too vast, and there are primeval forests everywhere. Finding the Mang tribe members in this boundless forest is no less difficult than finding a needle in a haystack.

In the north of the ancestral land of the Mang tribe, in a cave among the mountains.

In the cave, more than 50 totem warriors of the Mang tribe and six rhinos rested around the fire.

Fortunately, the cave is big enough, even with so many people and rhinos, it still doesn't feel crowded.

"Leader, why don't we run to the south, aren't we going back to the tribe?"

Hong Ye couldn't help but ask Chen Bei first. After leaving Huohai, the ancestral land, Chen Bei took them all the way to the north, ran all the way to this mountain, and found this cave.

There was a giant-horned deer on the ground, which was just hunted. Everyone cut off the meat and grilled it on sticks.

While grilling meat, Chen Bei explained to Hong Ye: "We burned so many people with one fire, the people of the three major tribes must be very angry. They know that we came from the Southern Wilderness, and they must have set up a fire in the direction leading to the Southern Wilderness." Lots of hands."

"If we run south, if we run into them, wouldn't we be in a trap?"

Hongye still asked unwillingly: "We ran so fast, we might run away before them. Once we reach the Southern Wilderness, it will not be so easy for them to chase us."

After such a big event happened, Hongye just wanted to return to the tribe quickly, and staying in this strange place in the middle made him uncomfortable.

Chen Bei shook his head and said: "Don't forget, the battle pets of the Ant Tribe and the Bee Tribe can fly. No matter how fast you run, can those giant bees fly as fast? We can't take this risk. "

Shan Wen, Hong Hua, and other totem warriors nodded their heads one after another. They absolutely trusted Chen Bei's judgment.

Hongye lowered her head and said, "I think it's too simple."

Chen Bei patted him on the shoulder and said: "Hong Ye, don't be depressed, we only need to hide here for a while before returning to the tribe, there is no need to take risks."

In this era, whether it is a large tribe or a small tribe, the lack of food in winter is the same.

Now it is autumn, and all the tribes are working hard to store food, clothing, houses, etc. for the winter. It is impossible for them to spend a lot of manpower to block the road to the southern wilderness for a long time.

Even if they wanted to, they couldn't do it at all.

Therefore, Chen Bei expected that they would only search frantically in the first few days, and when they found no one from the Mang tribe, they would naturally give up temporarily.

After all, there is nothing more important than allowing the clansmen to survive the winter smoothly.

The people of the Mang tribe lived in this cave for the time being.

On the other hand, the three major tribes searched for seven or eight days, but they couldn't even find the shadow of the Mang tribe, so they had no choice but to give up.

……

Southern Wilderness, Mang Tribe, the autumn harvest is underway.

After more than half a year of cultivation, the rice has finally matured.

"Giggle!"

Changyan, the planting team, picked a few golden-yellow plump millets from the paddy field, put them in his mouth and bit them, making a crisp breaking sound.

"Sure enough, it has hardened. The leader said that if the millet turns yellow and hard, it means it is ripe."

Yan spit out the bitten millet, looked carefully, and saw that the rice grains inside were crystal clear and very beautiful.

"This is rice. He said that rice can be made from this. It is said to be a very delicious food. The leader has never forgotten it."

When Chenbei was still in the tribe, he often went to the paddy fields to see the growing rice, and even fertilized himself, caught insects, and was very caring.

Yan had never seen Chen Bei pay so much attention to other food, so he was more cautious and carefully managed the rice field according to Chen Bei's request.

The water in the field has been drained a few days ago, the soil is no longer muddy, and it is time to harvest.

Yan said to the members of the planting team who had prepared stone scythes and other tools behind him: "Start harvesting!"

Everyone couldn't wait a long time ago, Yan gave an order, and they went to the fields one after another, harvesting rice in handfuls.

"Be careful, these millets are treasures, if they are wasted, I will not spare you."

While talking, Yan did it himself. His hands were very steady. Some ripe rice would fall off with a slight shake, and he picked it up patiently.

The harvested rice stalks were bundled into bundles, then packed in rattan baskets, and picked directly back to the tribe.

It was the first time they planted this kind of food, and they didn't know how to get it, so they could only bring it back to the tribe first.

With everyone being careful, the rice was not wasted, and even what fell on the ground would be picked up, but the efficiency was too slow.

Obviously there are only five acres of paddy fields, and Yan brought dozens of people, and it took a whole day to harvest them, which is extremely inefficient.

But even so, Yan also felt that it was very worthwhile. With these rice, he could grow more rice next year. Year after year, this kind of food that even the leaders liked would surely be eaten by the whole tribe.

That night, the planting team gathered at the place where the rice was piled up and rolled all the rice off the rice stalks with their hands. A group of people worked in full swing.

In the five mu of land, the millet obtained in the end was only more than 1000 catties. That is to say, the rice of one mu of land was planted hard for a year, and only more than 200 catties were obtained.

If this output was in Chen Bei's previous life, people would laugh at him if he said it.

But in primitive times, this kind of harvest was already very good. The people of the Xiang tribe could only get one hundred catties of millet per mu of land, which was half less than that of the Mang tribe.

The reason why the production is twice as much as that of the Elephant Tribe is due to Chenbei's farming experience and the careful management of the planting team.

Wait until the spring of next year, and pick out the plump and good millet as seeds, and the harvest will definitely be higher than this year.

With such selective planting from generation to generation, with the optimization of seeds and the accumulation of planting experience, the yield will definitely increase slowly.

"These millets will be dried for a few days, then put them into animal skin bags and hang them up. When the leader comes back, I will give him a surprise."

The next day, Yan put the millet to dry, sent two children to take care of it, and then continued to harvest other grains.

The autumn harvest is always very busy. The whole Mang tribe, as long as they can spare time, they will go to help.

After all, this is the food security for the tribe to survive the winter.

……

In the middle, in the mountains and forests to the north of the Mang tribe.

After hiding for more than ten days, Chen Bei led the people on the way back to the tribe.

The sea of ​​fire in the ancestral land is still burning, and it seems that it will continue to burn. Perhaps only the totem god of the Mang tribe can control this sea of ​​fire.

The three major tribes sent some people to guard around the ancestral land of the Mang tribe, and at the same time guard the sea of ​​fire.

Chenbei didn't get closer to the ancestral land, because it would be discovered by others.

He climbed to the highest mountain nearby, looking at the ancestral land and the sea of ​​fire from afar.

"Central, ancestral land, we will come back sooner or later!"

After Chen Bei looked at it for a while, he led his clansmen back to the direction of Nanhuang.

They choose to go to remote places with few people, and try to avoid other tribes to avoid conflicts.

If it goes well, they can rush back to the tribe before the weather turns completely cold.

　Thank you for the 100 book coins rewarded by the guardian "Hunyuan Emperor".

　　
　
(End of this chapter)