The Rise of Primitive Tribes Farming

Chapter 409 The Autumn Harvest of the Tenth Year
The tenth year since the establishment of the Mang tribe, the first month of autumn.

The autumn harvest has begun. After a year of busy work, we also encountered earthquakes and droughts, and finally made it to the harvest time.

"Everyone, come over and have some herbal tea first, this is the herbal medicine chosen by Wu himself."

The sun in early autumn was so fierce that it made people dizzy. The totem warriors were fine, but the ordinary people in the planting team were still uncomfortable harvesting under the scorching sun.

Therefore, Chenbei asked Qingzhu to use the method of making witchcraft, and mixed several herbs to make herbal tea for the clansman who worked hard in the autumn harvest.

"Goooooooooooo..."

A member of the planting team came over first, filled a pot of herbal tea with his own kettle, raised his head and drank it.

The herbal tea has a bit of bitterness in the mouth, but after drinking it, the mouth and throat feel cool, and the dryness and heat in the body quickly disappear.

"The witch medicine made by the witch is so powerful, I feel like I have strength again!"

Although Chen Bei called this kind of water herbal tea, in the eyes of other clansmen, it was a witchcraft made by witches. Just the name alone had a sense of awe-inspiring mystery.

Others also came over to drink herbal tea one after another. After drinking, they were full of praise.

The last one to come was Yan. After drinking the herbal tea, he came over and said to Chenbei: "Boss, thanks to the rains from Wu, this year's crops are not bad. I have seen the crops planted by the Butterfly Tribe. , much worse than ours.”

Because of the relationship with the Mang tribe, several affiliated tribes also learned to plant and breed. They learned a lot of experience from the Mang tribe, but the effect was very mediocre.

Chen Bei said: "It's good that there is enough food. Many children were born in the tribe this year. These children are the future hope of the tribe. We can't let them go hungry."

Yan said with emotion: "The fate of these children is good. They were born in our Mang tribe. They don't have to worry about food and clothing. They are much better than other tribes."

With the abundant supplies of the Mang tribe, food, clothing, housing, and even training a group of witch doctors who can see doctors, the children of the Mang tribe, as long as they are born, have a high survival rate.

In contrast to other tribes, the survival rate of newborns is astonishingly low. It would be good if one or two of them grow up smoothly after seven or eight births.

Because of the high survival rate of newborns and the fact that the tribe does not have birth control, the population of the Mang tribe is growing rapidly every year.

In this era, the population represents the strength of the tribe. The more the population, the stronger the tribe will be, and vice versa.

Of course, the premise is that the tribe has the ability to feed so many people.

After drinking herbal tea, Yan went to the field again. The skin on his hands was chapped, his skin was tanned, and his face was covered with wrinkles, like a 60-[-]-year-old farmer.

In fact, he was barely 40 years old.

He loves planting and has contributed a lot to the planting of the Mang tribe, which can be seen by everyone in the tribe.

Today, rice is harvested with sharp bronze sickles, which are much better than the stone or bone sickles of the past.

After cutting a handful of rocks, he skillfully tied them into a bundle with rice stalks and placed them on the ground. Then he continued to cut off a handful and continued to bundle them, stacking them neatly.

Others also went to the fields one after another. In this era of primitive tools, harvesting rice is a very hard work, and everyone contributes.

Chen Bei also went to the field to help harvest. The leaves of the rice and the millet were very piercing, especially after being soaked in sweat, it felt even more piercing.

However, Chen Bei didn't stop. After he used the power of the totem to protect his skin, the piercing feeling disappeared.

Everyone is harvesting. Others can bear it without the protection of the power of the totem. How can he, the leader, back down?

A few days later, the rice of the Mang tribe was harvested with the efforts of everyone. A total of 10,000+ catties were harvested, and they were placed on huge woven reed mats to dry.

10,000+ catties sounds like a lot, but as a tribe with 2 people, after dividing it, it is very little.

Therefore, all kinds of miscellaneous grains are the staple food in the tribe, and rice is still scarce.

After the rice is harvested, tuber grains such as potato, red cone, and sweet potato have also begun to be harvested.

These tuber grains can be planted in any place, and they are drought-resistant and have a relatively high yield. They are the most common things on the table of the Mang tribe.

Sorghum, buckwheat, soybeans... All kinds of miscellaneous grains have also begun to be harvested. Taking advantage of the good weather, they are dried and put into the granary.

"Boom boom boom..."

The two-wheeled wooden carts of the Mang tribe are driving on the roads between the fields, and the carts are pulled by powerful oxen, because the bearings of the wooden carts have been replaced by bronze, and because the service life has been greatly increased, the frequency of use has also increased.

During the autumn harvest, these ox-drawn wooden carts are the busiest. They need to run back and forth to bring the harvested grain back to the tribe.

In order to make the ox-drawn carts run more smoothly, the engineering team of the Mang tribe often repairs the potholes. The roads of the Mang tribe can be said to be the best and smoothest in the entire continent. Chenbei even asked the engineering team Try road hardening, currently experimental.

After the grain was brought back, the elders, women, and children in the tribe processed the grain one after another.

After drying in the sun or drying in the shade, some grains are put into granaries, and some grains are put into cellars.

Seeing the granaries and cellars being piled up little by little, smiles appeared on everyone's faces.

Food is always something that can make people feel at ease. The more food there is, the more confident people are, because it is not easy to go hungry.

Mang tribe, fruit trees.

"Be careful when storing these fruits. Don't break the skin. If the skin is broken, it will not be durable for storage."

In the fruit forest, Honghua patiently taught the tribe members to pick the fruit from the tree.

Flesh fruit is one of the fruit trees brought over from the tree tribe. It has a meaty taste and can be full. It is very popular in the Mang tribe.

Therefore, the fruit tree is also the most planted fruit tree by the Mang tribe.

After the fruit is dried, it is similar to a persimmon cake. It has a richer meat flavor and a better taste. It can be stored well and can be eaten in the next spring.

Therefore, except for a small number of damaged fruits, most of the fruits are not ready-to-eat.

Safflower led people to pick all the fruits from morning to night, and it took three days to pick all the fruits. Most of these fruits will be dried in the sun, and a small part will be distributed to the tribe members to try.

By the river, the fish caught by the fishing team are cleaned and cured with salt and spices, then hung up to dry to make salted fish.

Lie picked up a fish, skillfully scratched the belly of the fish with the bronze knife in his hand, then removed the gills, removed the internal organs, peeled off the fish oil, and put it aside.

He can clean up a fish with just a few knives.

Soon, a large basket of fish was processed. Lie stood up and carefully cleaned the bronze knife.

"Let's marinate all these fish, and carry the fish oil over there for frying."

The soldiers of the fishing team next to them immediately got busy. They first sprinkled the fish with salt and spices, and after marinating, they skewered the fish with leaves of palm trees and hung them on bamboo poles to dry.

Afterwards, those fish oils were poured into a large cauldron and fried all over again. These fish oils are edible, but they are quite fishy. Usually some spices are added to remove the fishy smell, which can be used as lamp oil.

The whole tribe, because of the arrival of autumn, is working hard to prepare food for the winter and the coming spring.

(End of this chapter)