The Rise of Primitive Tribes Farming

Chapter 437 The Resurrection of All Things
Greenhouse vegetables have enriched Chenbei's recipes this winter, not as monotonous as before.

Many people in the tribe also followed suit.

However, since there are relatively few vegetables in the greenhouse, it is impossible for everyone in the tribe to share a little, which is far from enough.

Therefore, only those who have made contributions to the Mang tribe can be rewarded and divided.

This is helpless.

Unless one day, the Mang tribe can produce greenhouse vegetables in large quantities, so that everyone can have a chance to eat them.

This winter, many great events happened. The Southern Wilderness lost a spider tribe, but the Elephant tribe became a big tribe, and the allies of the Mang tribe all benefited a lot from it.

As for the Ant Tribe and the Eagle Tribe, they suffered a lot of losses because of the spider god's madness, and many tribesmen did not survive the subsequent cold weather.

Under the ebb and flow, the Mang tribe gradually began to have a little advantage from the weak side, and this advantage is still quietly expanding.

No matter what, the days always passed day by day, and in the blink of an eye, the tormenting winter finally passed.

Some people have been sleeping in this winter, some people have survived, and some people have just been born.

"Tick, tick..."

Under the eaves, snow dripped little by little.

Because he lived in a newly built green brick house with a dome, the snow melted today, so there was no water leak in Chenbei's house, so naturally he didn't need to find a bucket to fetch water.

"Whoa!"

On a fruit tree in Chenbei's yard, a thick block of ice fell, and the curved tail of the fruit tree immediately bounced up a lot.

However, because it has been pressed for a whole winter, it is almost impossible to restore its straightness, and it is not bad if it does not droop so much.

"Wang Wang Wang..."

The third-generation hounds in the tribe have grown up, and it is the time when they are full of energy. Excited, they run around and have fun in the tribe.

"Quack quack..."

The king duck, whose feathers were as red as flames, flew out of the duck house and landed on the head of the king rhinoceros, who was walking slowly.

The Rhino King shook his head, breathing white air from his nostrils, obviously very unhappy.

But the duck king just flew up a little bit, and when the rhinoceros king stopped shaking his head, he fell down again, squatting on his broad head with his neck raised high, pretending that he was a proud swan.

"Humph!"

The rhinoceros king exhaled another white breath from his nostrils, very helpless, as if a big girl met a hooligan.

To say that the fastest growing ones are definitely those inconspicuous short grasses.

As soon as spring arrives, they can't wait to grow tender green leaves, bringing a touch of green to the early spring.

However, the red ducks, colorful pheasants, and livestock of the Mang tribe don't know how to cherish the green. The grass near the tribe is ruthlessly pecked away as soon as it grows.

"The river is opening!"

Outside the Mang Tribe, following the shouts of the fishing team soldiers, huge ice blocks in the Lobster River broke and collided with each other, and then melted and were washed downstream by the water.

These ice cubes will become smaller and smaller in the river water, and finally melt completely, becoming part of the river water, flowing along the big river, and finally entering the sea.

"Whoa!"

A huge fish jumped out of the water happily, and then fell into the water again, splashing a lot of water.

"Captain, can you go fishing?"

The new fighters who joined the tribal team excitedly held the harpoon and were eager to try fishing in the water.

Lie gave him a dissatisfied look, and said, "Why are you in a hurry? He is frizzy, does he look like a member of a fishing team?"

The soldier shrank his neck from being scolded fiercely, and didn't dare to speak out, but there was still excitement in his eyes.

An old team member next to him patted him on the shoulder and said: "Young man, don't worry. Fishing is like hunting. You need patience. If you rush, you will make mistakes and encounter danger. The captain is also doing it for your own good." .”

The new soldier nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. When he came, his family told him that whether it was a hunting team or a fishing team, newcomers would always be scolded, so keep a good attitude.

This is also because newcomers will always do some wrong things, and some wrong things require a huge price.

Therefore, many old players actually don't like to bring in newcomers. It is normal for them to have a bad temper when facing newcomers.

Everyone in the fishing team looked eagerly at the wide river, and from time to time, huge ice blocks drifted down the river.

Under such circumstances, it is impossible to launch a boat into the water to catch fish, otherwise the boat and people will be in danger if the fish is not caught when it is hit by an ice cube.

On the other side, also waiting for the river to open, were Bibo and the fleet she was in charge of.

Bibo stood on the deck of the big ship, caressing the cold side of the ship, and whispered: "After enduring a winter, I finally returned to the familiar ship."

Bibo was a little excited. Winter was the most tormenting for her. In the war between the Mang tribe and the Spider tribe, she was ordered by Chenbei to stay in the tribe. She had nothing to do except research shipbuilding.

For an ambitious woman like her, ordinary life is simply torture.

Therefore, she can't wait to get out of the boat, and wants to lead the fleet to sail on the river or even the sea.

The first large ship suitable for sea navigation has been built, and we are waiting for the right time to go to the sea to test it.

……

In the place where the planting team lived, Yan held a bronze sickle and sharpened the edge of the knife on the whetstone, sharpening the sickle very sharply.

Winter is over, and the planting team is planning to start working again. It's too early to plant things, but we can take advantage of this time to open up more wasteland.

Yan had a dream, that is, in the whole southern wasteland, all the places that could be farmed had been opened up, and countless grains had been planted.

Now this dream is still far away, but Yan believes that as long as he works hard, he will have a chance to realize it.

Now, let's reclaim the land suitable for farming near the Mang tribe first.

The Mang tribe's land reclamation is not blind, and they don't cut down indiscriminately. They only choose suitable places to open up wasteland, and the trees still grow well in places that are not suitable for farming.

This is also Chen Bei's request.

After finishing all the working tools, Yan took the tools, went to the door and yelled: "Let's go, work!"

After finishing speaking, Yan took the lead to go to the land reclamation in the south of the Mang tribe, and the rest of the planting team also brought their tools to follow, and started the new year's work.

……

In the foundry, the flint was on the golden spear, and after polishing the last pattern with the agate knife, he put down the agate knife, stood up, and held the golden spear in his hand.

The golden spear is shining golden under the sunlight, and the totem pattern on it seems to be alive, very beautiful.

"finished!"

Huoshi was so excited that the hand holding the golden spear was trembling. For this spear, he spent several months building and carving totem patterns.

The golden spear was extremely heavy to hold, and with the strength of Flint, it was actually a bit difficult. After observing for a while, he wrapped the golden spear and carried it to Chenbei's courtyard.

"Boss, the weapon you want is ready!"

Huoshi lifted the animal hide wrapped in the golden spear, and the courtyard was suddenly shimmering with gold, which was very dazzling.

"let me see!"

Chen Bei took the golden spear, stroked every inch of the totem pattern with his palm, and a familiar feeling arose spontaneously.

On this golden spear, the engraved totem pattern is not the rhinoceros god, but his own, unique totem pattern belonging to Chenbei.

Chen Bei waved it a few times, feeling very handy. After infusing the power of the totem, a golden flame erupted instantly, which was dazzling.

"What a spear, what a spear!"

Chen Bei laughed loudly. To him, this golden spear was just like adding wings to a tiger.

Chenbei generously bestowed Flint and the craftsmen who participated in the making of the golden spear in the foundry workshop, then put away the golden spear, and planned to find a clothing workshop to make a special animal leather cover, otherwise it would be too Eye-catching.

In the 11th year of the establishment of the Mang Tribe, in the spring, everything is revived.

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

　　
　
(End of this chapter)