The Rise of Primitive Tribes Farming

Chapter 442 The Arrival of Summer
After solving the problem of the black witch, the life of the Mang tribe was back on track.

Chen Bei took the matter of helping Honghua to improve her cultivation level to heart, and resolved it as soon as possible, so as not to let her do any stupid things in the future.

Because of the long winter, it was not until the fourth month of spring that the Mang tribe cultivated female fish in fish ponds to lay eggs one after another, and hatched a large number of small fish.

These small fish are not mixed together, but separated from each other.

For example, herbivorous fry stay in the same pond with herbivores, and carnivorous fry stay with carnivores.

Coupled with careful feeding of food, the survival rate of fry is relatively high, and the growth rate is very fast.

Fish farming is no longer under the control of the breeding team, but the fishing team, because the breeding team has too many livestock and is really overwhelmed.

In terms of understanding of fish, who can compare with the fishing team?
By the pond, Lie fed the fish with finely chopped fodder, and said to Chen Bei: "Last year, the spider tribe poisoned more than half of the fish, the moat, and half of the pond were all dead."

"Fortunately, the blockage was timely, and some fish species were kept. Later, some fish species were caught in the river, and these fry were produced."

"Boss, are we really going to throw these fry into the river?"

Chen Bei sprinkled fish food into the pond with a shovel, and replied: "Of course, but the priority is to put enough fry in the pond and the moat. If there are more, put them in the big river."

Lie breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "That's good, put the fry in a place we can manage, look at it with peace of mind, put it in the river, who knows where it will swim."

Chen Bei couldn't help rolling his eyes, Lie is good at everything, but he can't change his ideas.

The Mang tribe fishes from the river almost continuously every year, even in winter, and with the construction of fishing boats, more and more fish are caught.

If you just catch fish and don’t release fry, it won’t take many years for the fish in the river to become less and less. At that time, it will be impossible to imagine fishing as it is now.

Therefore, before that day comes, we must put enough fry into the river, let them grow up in batches, and treat the river as a big fish pond, so that there will be no fewer and fewer fish.

As time goes by, the fry grow bigger and bigger, and they have a certain ability to protect themselves.

At the end of the fourth month of spring, Chenbei personally participated in the process of releasing fry.

Standing by the pond where lotus roots were planted, Chen Bei picked up a red fry and put it into the water.

This is a relatively rare red carp. In the wild, this carp is easy to prey because the color is too bright.

Only Chenbei likes red carp. For the rest of the Mang tribe, red carp is no better than carp of other colors.

The tribal people's judgment of the value of animals has always been linked to whether they are delicious or not.

As for viewing, no one really cares, because they are not rich enough to have the leisure to watch.

Chen Bei watched the red carp swim towards the center of the pond, and finally hid under the lotus leaves.

Since no lotus root was dug last year, more lotus leaves grew in the pond this year. In a few years, this lotus root will cover the entire pond and become countless.

At that time, Chen Bei can dig up the lotus root and make soup with peace of mind.

"Whoa..."

Unlike Chen Bei, Lie released the fish fry in a rougher and more efficient way. He directly lifted a bucket of fish fry, and poured it into the pond. The silt at the bottom of the pond was washed away, and many fish fry panicked after entering the water. hiding around.

Chen Bei glanced at Lie with dissatisfaction, Lie could only look at Chen Bei with innocent eyes, not knowing what he did wrong.

Chen Bei waved his hand and asked Lie to continue working. He himself was not in the mood to watch the fish enter the water, so he put all the fry in the bucket down at a relatively fast speed.

……

Mang Tribe was established No. 11 years, the beginning of the first month of summer, rainy.

"Boom!"

In the sky, dark clouds were densely covered, lightning and thunder rumbled, and the rolling thunder shook the leaves trembling slightly.

In the forest, countless insects chirped frantically, welcoming the heavy rain.

"Crash..."

After the thunder roared for a while, a strong wind blew up again, and then big and big raindrops fell, and the rain curtain became one piece.

Chen Bei hastily put all the clothes to dry in the yard into the house, and put away all the things in the yard that could not be exposed to rain.

"In this weather, it rains as soon as it rains. It really changes too fast."

Chen Bei shook the clothes on his body, there were many drops of water on them.

In the yard, many of the vegetables planted are already half-grown, tender green, and look very gratifying.

Under the washing of the heavy rain, these vegetables were washed clean.

Not long after, the heavy rain stopped.

Thunderstorms in summer fall very hard, come and go quickly.

There were many puddles in the yard, Chen Bei walked into the vegetable garden, and found a large clump of green leeks in the corner.

"It's just you."

Chen Bei cut off all the leeks with a bronze sickle, then took them back to clean them, chopped them, and fried them with eggs.

……

Central part, jackal tribe.

A large area of ​​forest has been cut down and burned again. The slaves of the jackal tribe poked a hole in the ground with a wooden stick, then put the grain seeds down, stepped on them again, and buried the seeds in the soil.

The method they use for farming is the extremely ancient slash-and-burn method, and it is also the simplest method.

"Hurry up, the witch said, we must plant all this mountain forest, and no one is allowed to go back until the planting is completed."

The red fox was sitting on a tree stump, which was still burnt, but he didn't care.

As a senior totem warrior of the Jackal tribe, he has no interest in letting him supervise these people's farming.

The red fox believes that the jackal tribe should not plant any land, but should raise more livestock. As for food, can they just go to other tribes to grab it?

Of course, the entire central region is now occupied by jackal tribes. If you want to continue to rob things, you can only go to the tribes in the southern wilderness, eastern, and western deserts.

The red fox believes that the strength of the jackal tribe is now enough to sweep the entire continent, so it is really incomprehensible that Wu would want to grow food by himself.

It was completely dark, and the slaves who farmed the land had been working for a long time, not to mention eating, even drinking water, all of them were exhausted.

"Light the torches."

The red fox ordered to light the torches, and the slaves could only endure hunger and fatigue, and continued to plant the last bit of mountain land.

"Finally I can go back, it's all because of these idiots, planting so slowly."

The red fox walked back cursing, and behind him, there were many jackal tribe warriors, escorting the slaves and walking back.

As for the food they plant, whether they can grow and how much they can grow, they don't care about it, and they don't have this experience.

After planting, just wait for autumn to come and harvest.

With such a planting method, the harvest can be imagined.

In fact, except for the Mang tribe, most of the tribes are planted in this way. It is considered a dedication to go to have a look at it from time to time and drive away the wild beasts.

　There is something to do today, an update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)