The Rise of Primitive Tribes Farming

Chapter 249 Autumn Harvest
The ordinary days always pass quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the hot and humid summer ends, and the cool and dry autumn arrives.

The food crops in the fields have gradually matured, and the rice paddies in pieces have also turned golden yellow. The wind blows past, setting off waves.

Today is the gathering for the harvest of rice. The leader of the planting team, Yan, distributed a stone sickle or bone sickle to everyone.

These two tools are similar to the scythes used by Chen Bei to harvest rice in his previous life, but they look a bit crude.

The crescent-shaped stone sickle or bone sickle has a row of fine teeth at the cutting edge. When cutting rice, you only need to pull it lightly. These teeth can cut off the rice stalk just like a saw.

"Boss, you can start."

After Yan handed out the tools, he stood beside Chen Bei, waiting for Chen Bei to make the first cut.

Chen Bei wore a straw hat woven from reeds, a cool and breathable linen coat, a pair of breathable animal leather shoes, and was standing by the rice field holding a stone sickle.

"Harvest!"

Chen Bei walked down the rice field, cut a handful of rice with a stone scythe, then raised it high, and shouted at the tribe with a smile on his face.

This is like a starting command. Everyone went to the field with tools and started harvesting rice. Everyone's face was filled with the joy of harvest.

These rice grains are much more delicious than other miscellaneous grains, especially the elderly and children like them very much.

Some people are responsible for harvesting the rice, some are responsible for rolling the rice off the stalks, some are responsible for bagging, and some are responsible for transporting the packed rice back to the tribe.

There are also some children in the tribe, holding bags, seriously seeing the fallen ears or grains in the fields.

Every grain of food is precious in the eyes of the tribal people, and no one dares to waste it.

"One bag, two bags, three bags..."

At the edge of the field, Green Spider is holding a piece of animal skin, counting and taking notes with an animal brush. This is the work assigned to her by Chen Bei.

The green spider can't write numbers. Chen Bei taught her a method, which is to draw a horizontal line. One bag is one horizontal line, and two bags are two horizontal lines... After drawing five horizontal lines, change to a column and continue to draw, similar to writing " Positive" count.

This method is simple and effective, and it takes no brains. The green spiders are drawn neatly, just like writing Chinese characters one by one.

As for the final statistical work, it will be handed over to Chenbei, because the green spider has never learned arithmetic.

It is worth mentioning that Chenbei has already taught Arabic numerals to some children in the tribe, because this kind of numerals is the simplest and easiest to learn.

Like Qiao in the trading area, Chen Bei has only taught her a few times, and she has already learned addition and subtraction within one hundred, and is working hard to learn larger numbers.

After the green spider recorded the number of bags of grain, the other captives were responsible for transporting the grain back to the tribe with a wooden cart, and some were responsible for drying it.

The entire Mang tribe, because of the arrival of the autumn harvest, everyone is busy.

The lack of food when the Diao tribe attacked made the people of the Mang tribe cherish food even more. They were very happy to see the empty warehouse filled up again little by little.

A few days later, all the rice was harvested, and hundreds of bags were harvested, weighing seven to eight thousand catties.

With so much rice, Chenbei, the leader, can also eat white rice from time to time.

Of course, it is impossible to eat openly. There are too many people in the tribe. If they want to open up to eat, they will have to plant at least a few more years, and the scale of the existing rice fields will continue to expand.

After the rice is harvested, buckwheat, soybeans, sorghum and other grains are also mature, and they are all harvested one after another.

There are also red cones, foot potatoes, various vegetables, and various fruits, all of which are harvested in succession this autumn.
The granary of the Mang tribe was filled again, and several granaries were added.

"Finally there is no shortage of food."

Chen Bei closed the door of the last granary and smiled with satisfaction.

"Leader, will our tribe continue to recruit tourists?"

asked the totem warrior guarding the granary.

"Why, do you love food? Don't want to give it to tourists?" Chen Bei smiled and pierced his little thoughts.

The totem warrior smiled awkwardly, and said, "You can't hide anything from the leader."

Chen Bei said: "It's normal for you to have such thoughts, it's okay."

"However, the tribe must have a larger population in order to grow stronger, to produce and plant more arable land, and to have more food."

"This is a virtuous circle, understand? If we hadn't recruited those tourists before, how could we have planted so much land and harvested so much food now with our tribe?"

The totem warrior seemed to understand, and said: "What does the leader mean, the more people you accept, the more food you will have in the future?"

Chen Bei nodded and said: "If the year is good and there are no major natural disasters, that is indeed the case."

The totem warrior raised his head and said, "Boss, I understand. I will never dislike tourists for wasting food again."

"Hahaha, I hope everyone can think so."

Chen Bei patted the totem warrior, turned and left.

After the autumn harvest, the trading area of ​​the Mang tribe opened again.

The news of the Mang tribe's victory over the Eagle tribe has been known to the surrounding tribes and tourists under the deliberate publicity of the Mang tribe.

They were indeed frightened by the eagle tribe's killing and extortion, but as the saying goes, people die for money, and birds die for food.

For these tourists and the nearby tribes of the Mang tribe, salt is a necessary item, as well as fur and food for winter.

And these things, now only the Mang tribe can trade them.

Because after being repulsed by the Mang tribe this time, the Eagle tribe has not come to this side to make deals for the time being, and they will not provoke the Mang tribe again until they are fully sure.

Therefore, the trading area of ​​the Mang tribe quickly became lively again.

Winter is approaching, whether it is tourists or those small tribes, they are eager to hoard some food and fur for the winter.

On this day, the trading area of ​​the Mang tribe welcomed a group of different guests.

A group of wild tribesmen brought a group of bears to the Mang tribe.

"This is, there is a bear tribe? They are coming too!"

"Get out of the way, don't block their way, these bears are not very good-tempered, if you provoke them, you will be in trouble."

The small tribesmen who knew the Xiong tribe stepped aside one after another, and the tourists also avoided it from a distance.

There is a bear tribe with a reputation for viciousness, and many tribes are unwilling to provoke them.

After Chen Bei got the news, he rushed over immediately. This was a big customer, Qiao would definitely not be able to entertain him, he had to go in person.

"Hahaha, Chief Chen, we meet again!"

There is a tribe of bears walking in the front, their leader, oh, he is riding a big black and white bear, this big bear still has a piece of meat in its mouth, walking slowly and chewing at the same time.

Panda, it is actually the pet of the leader of the bear tribe?

Chen Bei was surprised, this meat-eating panda left a deep impression on him.

(End of this chapter)