The Rise of Primitive Tribes Farming

Chapter 399
The Mang tribe dug dozens of wells, and even Chenbei's own yard and Qingzhu's yard also dug a deep well.

These wells save the Mang tribe people from traveling far to fetch water, which is much more convenient for watering crops and daily water.

Of course, it's just a relief. The root cause is the dry weather. If it doesn't rain all the time, it's impossible to get a good harvest in autumn.

Under the high temperature conditions in summer, unless there is large-scale rainfall, the little water for irrigation is simply a drop in the bucket, and it won't last long.

The weather was still sunny with no sign of rain.

All tribes affected by the drought are suffering.

……

"Squeak..."

Qingzhu pushed open her own door. She has been practicing witchcraft during this time, and she has realized that as a witch, she also needs strong strength, so that she can do more things.

Now, she has some results.

She sensed the direction of Chenbei with her powerful soul power, and found that Chenbei was on the other side of the altar, so she walked in that direction.

On the altar, Chen Bei was chatting with the totem god, wanting him to rain.

"Rhinoceros God, you are a great god, it's just raining, this kind of thing shouldn't be difficult, right?"

The Flame Rhino gave him a blank look, and said angrily: "I am a great god, but I am soaked in the sea of ​​​​fire every day, do you think I will make rain? If you let me set a fire, it's okay. To make rain, you can find someone else." Bar."

As the saying goes, water and fire are incompatible, and the source of the flame rhino's power is fire, so it is a bit embarrassing for him to rain.

Chen Bei was actually very helpless, he also knew this truth, he himself was the Eucharist of the Sun, not afraid of fire, but unable to control water.

He also thought that the flame rhinoceros was much stronger than him, and might be able to control water. It seemed that he was thinking too much.

As the saying goes, there is a specialization in the art industry, and things like rain still need a totem god who can control water.

At this moment, Qingzhu walked over step by step, and she said, "Maybe, I can try."

Chen Bei turned his head, wondering: "Do you make it rain?"

"I learned a witchcraft recently, you can try it." Qingzhu said.

"Black witchcraft?" asked the flame rhinoceros.

Qingzhu nodded, and said: "Among the black witchcraft, there happens to be rain witchcraft. I have successfully cultivated it during this period of time."

"Will there be any price to pay?" Chen Bei asked nervously.

Black witchcraft represents mystery and even evil. Although it is very powerful, the price to be paid is not small.

"Among the black witchcraft, except for a few taboo witchcraft, most of them don't need to pay any price. I just need some sacrifices."

"Then, try it."

Seeing that Qingzhu is very confident, Chenbei thinks that the tribe is really suffering from severe drought, so he thinks it is okay to let Qingzhu try.

"Go to the river."

Qingzhu walked towards the river first, followed by Chenbei. The flame rhinoceros did not move, but he rose into the air and could watch from a distance.

Wu and the leader went out of the city together, and the soldiers of the guard suddenly became nervous. Hongye immediately mobilized hundreds of soldiers to clear a path for them, and no one was allowed to approach.

Chenbei asked Hongye to find the old deer and get some sacrifices from the breeding area.

With such a big commotion, the nearby clansmen naturally couldn't help but watch the excitement. While they were working, they looked over there from time to time with their feet on their feet.

Except for Qingzhu and Chenbei, no one knew what they were going to do, and Chenbei didn't tell the guards.

In this way, if the rain fails for a while, Qingzhu can save some face, after all, she is a witch.

By the river, Qing Zhu and Chen Bei walked to a big boat docked on the shore. The guards surrounded the big boat and stared nervously at the surroundings, so that they could react in time if they found something wrong.

Not long after, the old deer brought the soldiers of the breeding team to capture dozens of live animals, tied them all up, and sent them to the boat.

"Leader, help me put the sacrifice into the river later."

"it is good."

Facing the torrential water of the Lobster River, Qingzhu opened her arms, closed her eyes, and began to chant the obscure ancient black witch spells.

"Huhuhu..."

As the green bamboos sang, thick fog gradually formed on the river surface, and the area of ​​the thick fog became larger and larger until it covered the entire river surface, and gusts of wind blew up.

The weather was clear and clear, but the river surface was suddenly shrouded in thick fog, and the wind was blowing, which made the onlookers feel hairy.

The unknown is always frightening.

What Chen Bei on the boat saw was different from them. He clearly saw in the dense fog, countless remnant souls floating up from the water, wandering back and forth in the dense fog.

Some of these remnants are humans, some are fish, some are water beasts, and some are various animals. They are all creatures that once died in the river.

Except for a small number of powerful individuals, most of them have lost their consciousness, and they just followed their instincts and were summoned here by ancient spells.

After Qingzhu recited a long summoning incantation, her eyes didn't open and her posture didn't change, but she opened her mouth and said to Chen Bei: "Make a cut on the sacrifice's neck, and throw it into the river."

Chen Bei nodded, pulled out the bronze knife, cut a colorful pheasant neatly on the neck, and threw it into the river.

Those remnant souls rushed over in an instant, drowning the colorful pheasant. Following their instincts, they frantically competed for this sacrifice.

Afterwards, Chen Bei slashed more sacrifices and threw them down. Those remnant souls became even more crazy. They even attacked each other, and the wind blew even harder.

Looking from the outside, the thick fog on the river rolled violently, as if there were monsters churning inside, it was very scary.

It wasn't until all the sacrifices were robbed that those remnant souls gradually calmed down, enjoyed the sacrifices, and their soul power grew a little bit.

"rise!"

Qingzhu continued to chant the ancient witchcraft, her voice gradually became louder.

Those remnant souls had to work after eating the sacrifices. They were entangled crazily, and a tornado began to blow on the river.

All the remnant souls gathered together to form a powerful and terrifying tornado, which rolled a large amount of river water up into the sky, forming large swaths of dark clouds.

"Rumble..."

Above the dark clouds, there are all kinds of remnants of souls. You only hear loud noises, but no lightning, because this is not a real dark cloud.

"It is going to rain?"

In the field of the Mang tribe, Yan stared blankly at the dark clouds in the sky, with an expression of disbelief all over his face. The sky was clear just now, why did so many dark clouds suddenly gather?
However, this is a good thing. Even though Yan didn't know what happened, it didn't affect his ecstasy.

On the Lobster River, Qingzhu shouted crisply: "Fall!"

"Tick tick tick..."

Above the dark clouds, countless remnant souls began to release the rainwater. Drops of rain fell on the ground of the Mang Tribe. It was not heavy at first, but as it got further behind, it became heavier, and finally formed a torrential rain.

"It's raining, it's raining!"

Those Mang tribesmen who were drenched in the rain were almost crazy with excitement. It hadn't rained for more than a month, and they were desperate for rain.

They cheered and jumped in the rain, enjoying the rare rain.

But someone soon discovered something was wrong. The heavy rain only fell within the Mang tribe, but outside the Mang tribe, even on the Lobster River, there was not a single drop of rain.

At this moment, the old deer of the planting team shouted: "It is the witch who begged for heavy rain for us!"

This voice directly caused all the excited Mang tribesmen to run towards Qingzhu frantically.

"Witch, witch, witch..."

They yelled, yelled, and some even danced an ancient dance in the rain, wantonly venting their joy and worshiping witches.

Qingzhu stood at the bow of the boat, listening to the cheers coming from her ears, she felt happy in her heart, she did something very beneficial to the tribe.

The heavy rain continued for half an hour, and then the dark clouds gradually dispersed, and a thick cloud of fog returned to the river with those remnant souls.

The sound of Qingzhu chanting the witchcraft gradually stopped, and then the dense fog gradually disappeared, and those remnant souls continued to wander in the river, some will gradually dissipate, and some will continue to survive.

Qingzhu opened his eyes, and glanced at the Mang tribe, and saw that the land was very wet, and there were puddles in many places. Obviously, the heavy rain this time was just right.

"Boss, I succeeded."

Qingzhu turned her head to look at Chenbei, with joy in her eyes.

Chen Bei smiled and said: "That's right, you succeeded, and our Mang tribe's food production can increase a lot."

"That's good." Qingzhu heaved a sigh of relief.

"Go back and rest, you are exhausted."

"I'm really tired."

To perform such a witchcraft of raining in such a large area needs to consume a lot of Qingzhu's soul power, so after she was pleasantly surprised, she felt a burst of exhaustion.

Chen Bei got off the boat with the green bamboo, and then walked to the tribe. Along the way, the people of the Mang tribe cheered loudly, thanking Wu for the heavy rain he brought to them.

……

In the southwest of the Mang tribe, the leader of the Butterfly tribe looked at his own witch with burning eyes after receiving the news of the rain in the Mang tribe.

The Butterfly Tribe Witch turned her head and said, "Don't look at me, I don't make rain."

The leader of the Butterfly Tribe was a little disappointed. They also planted a lot of food, and those giant flowers were short of water. It's a pity that the witches of the Butterfly Tribe can't rain.

……

Ape Tribe.

"Wu, it's raining in the Mang tribe."

"I saw."

"I heard that it was the witches of the Mang tribe that cast the rain."

"I heard about it."

"Then...our ape tribe..."

"I won't! Leave me alone."

"All right……"

The leader of the ape tribe climbed to the tallest tree and looked in the direction of the Mang tribe with envy in his eyes.

……

Southern Wilderness, the blood vine tribe.

The long-term drought made the treants of the blood vine tribe very uncomfortable. The grown treants were fine, they could use their roots to penetrate deep into the ground to absorb water.

But those plant seedlings, without such a deep root system, are in danger of dying.

On the altar, the roots of the blood vine penetrated deep into the ground, absorbing a lot of water from the ground.

Afterwards, the number of vines on its body increased dramatically, and quickly extended to the top of the seedlings.

"Tick, tick..."

These vines are like drip irrigation pipes, slowly dripping water on the seedlings, so that the seedlings will be rejuvenated.

The ancient totem tree that had grown to the thickness of a bucket said to the blood vine: "It's not a solution if it continues like this. There are so many seedlings, it's impossible to rely on you to water them every time."

Bloodvine continued to drip-irrigate those seedlings, and said, "What do you mean?"

The ancient totem tree hesitated for a moment, and said, "Why don't you let those people outside come in and water the seedlings."

"Impossible! Don't mention this matter again."

The blood vine resolutely rejected the opinion of the ancient totem tree. It would rather work harder than let the tourists outside come in to water the seedlings.

Because it can't trust these tourists at all, and thinks that letting tourists enter the blood vine tribe is a harmful thing.

The ancient totem tree wisely shut up. In the blood vine tribe, the totem god is the blood vine, and the blood vine is the one who makes the decisions. Since the blood vine is unwilling, it can only be forgotten.

Bloodvine continues to drip-water the seedlings daily and looks forward to rain soon.

……

Southern Wilderness, Elephant Tribe.

Some parts of the perennially watery swamp have dried up, and the grass on the ground has a light yellow color. This is very bad news for the tribe.

Because there are so many mammoths in the elephant tribe, they need to eat grass and leaves every day, and the number is extremely alarming.

Usually, there is plenty of rain, and the grass and leaves will grow back quickly after being eaten by mammoths, but this is not the case now, because of the drought, the eaten grass and leaves grow back extremely slowly.

Therefore, the giant mammoth can only go farther every day to get enough food.

Ze, the leader of the elephant tribe, led the hunting captain Bai Fang to patrol the rice planting area.

Ze looked at the seedlings with withered and yellowed leaves at the end and said, "If the drought continues, let alone a bumper harvest for these rice crops, it will be considered good if we can recover the seeds."

"Then what should we do?" Bai Fang scratched his hair, a little helpless, what could they do if it wasn't raining?
"Go ask the witch, let the witch communicate with the totem god, and see if there is a solution."

The Elephant Tribe used to be a big tribe in the middle of the country anyway, and its various inheritances are not comparable to small tribes with no background.

Ze had heard a lot of stories about the totem god showing his power since he was a child, so he believed that the totem god would have a way.

The tribal people trust and worship the totem god so much.

Soon, they found the witch of the elephant tribe. The witch communicated with the elephant god and explained the current plight of the tribe.

The elephant god woke up from his deep sleep and responded: "In that case, I will draw some water from the river."

"Thanks for the kindness of the elephant god."

The witches of the elephant tribe waited excitedly for the miracle of the elephant god.

Like the center of the tribe, the huge skeleton moved.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

The Elephant God woke up, controlled his skeleton, walked out of the Elephant Tribe step by step, and then stepped into the river.

It was standing in shallow water, just enough to submerge a leg bone of the Skeletal Mammoth.

Afterwards, the skeleton giant suddenly and quickly grew a long and thick nose.

This nose is an illusion of divine power, it is between reality and reality, and it is very big.

"Suck!"

The Elephant God exerted his divine power, and the huge, thick elephant trunk began to absorb a large amount of water until it bulged, and then suddenly sprayed it to the place where the elephant tribe needed water.

"Crash..."

A large amount of river water sprayed into the rice field of the elephant tribe through the trunk of the elephant. The rice field was cracked by the drought and was quickly filled.

"Elephant God, Elephant God!"

Everyone in the elephant tribe cheered, shouting the word "Elephant God" loudly, and many people knelt down to the giant bone elephant, pious and fanatical.

The Elephant God continued to absorb water and continue to spray. In this way, the place where the Elephant Tribe needed water was irrigated. Compared with the rainfall of the Mang Tribe, this method was simpler and rougher.

At the same time, each tribe is fighting the drought in its own way.

　Thanks to Grandmaster "Half Step 1075" for rewarding 5000 book coins.

　　Thanks to the book friend "Hua Su" for the 500 book coins.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)