The Rise of Primitive Tribes Farming

Chapter 517 Autumn Harvest and Dry Season

After the establishment of the college and the medical center, the Mang tribe members have a stronger sense of belonging to the tribe, because in other tribes, it is impossible to have these two things.

In a thriving scene, the Mang tribe ushered in autumn.

This year, apart from the accident that the winter lasted a little longer, there were almost no disasters, and the Mang tribe ushered in a long-lost harvest.

Chen Bei walked through the rice field, and swept his palm over the ears of rice. The full ears of rice lowered their heads one after another, and then bounced up again.

"Very good, although it is still far from the harvest in my heart, but compared with previous years, this year's harvest is already very good."

A member of the planting team stood behind Chenbei and asked cautiously, "Boss, what kind of harvest do you have in mind?"

Chen Bei stopped in his tracks and said, "Based on the current situation, the output will be tripled, or even quadrupled, or five times!"

The member of the planting team was dumbfounded, and said: "How... how is it possible... We have planted and managed it very carefully, and put in enough fertilizer."

Chen Bei smiled and said, "Remember, nothing is impossible, but you haven't found a way to double your output yet."

"I've heard of a technology called hybrid rice, which can double the yield."

"Is there really such a technology? How is it made?" The members of the planting team hurriedly asked Chen Bei.

As a professional farmer, there is no greater temptation than doubling the yield, let alone doubling it several times.

"I don't know exactly how hybrid rice is made. I only know that it is very troublesome. I only know that the pollen of two different rice plants is exchanged to breed a new type of rice that has the advantages of two rice plants."

"Pollen, hybrid, pollen, hybrid..."

The member of the planting team frowned deeply, and said these four words over and over again, almost bewildered.

Chen Bei patted him on the shoulder and said: "Hybrid rice is too complicated, and it takes a lot of time and energy. Take your time and don't worry. We still choose good seeds honestly and cultivate them from generation to generation. .”

The member of the planting team nodded blankly, and then, the concept of hybrid rice with doubled yield that Chen Bei mentioned had already been planted in his heart.

The concept of pollen exchange was also deeply engraved in his heart, no matter what, he couldn't get rid of it.

He must try to be willing.

I don't know when, the members of the Mang tribe have been ideologically reformed by Chenbei, and a group of people who are brave enough to try and dare to try have been cultivated.

Maybe it was for the bonuses for those inventions at first, but later, it slowly evolved into an interest, an instinct.

This is a very good change, which has something to do with Chenbei's long-term encouragement of the tribe to innovate.

Mang Tribe was established No.12, the first month of autumn.

The autumn harvest of the Mang tribe has begun.

This is a carnival belonging to the whole tribe. Although it is very hard, no one will complain. On the contrary, everyone is enthusiastic.

Under the scorching sun, the members of the Mang tribe were sweating in the fields. Carloads of grain were harvested from the fields, and then transported to the Mang tribe’s drying yard for drying, and then moved into the warehouse for storage.

"Everyone take a break and come over for some herbal tea."

The women of the Mang tribe carried buckets of boiled herbal tea to the fields. In addition to various herbs, these herbal teas also contain salt, which can replenish the salt lost by the human body through sweating.

The sun is very venomous, and even the strong tribal people cannot work in this kind of weather without resting all the time.

The people working in the field put away their tools one after another, and then went to the shade of the trees, or in the sheds they built, lined up, and used their own water bottles, cups, etc. to pick up herbal tea.

The person in charge of distributing herbal tea uses a spoon to fill up each person's water bottle or glass, and can add more if they have not drunk enough.

To do such a hard job, there must be enough herbal tea, and even the food for each meal is more and more hearty than usual.

"This year's harvest is much better than previous years. Those children in the tribe can spend the winter with peace of mind."

"Yeah, these children can eat too much. I used to worry about it every winter. They were hungry after eating two meals a day. We used to only eat one meal a day in winter."

The Mang tribe sat on the ground indifferently, chatting and resting while drinking herbal tea.

Seeing the grain being harvested in the fields and then transported back, watching the warehouses being filled up little by little, everyone felt at ease and satisfied in their hearts.

The days of starvation are really terrible, and no one wants to experience it again.

"Have you rested? Let's go, work!"

The members of the planting team got up first, yelled, and then walked to the field again with their tools.

Everyone else got up too, and no one complained.

The Mang tribe does not support idlers and lazy people. When they enter the Mang tribe, they are selected. Therefore, those who can enter are those who work hard.

In the fields, the sound of scythe harvesting sounded again, and some people sang ancient hunting songs while working.

……

Rhinoceros Continent.

The rainy season has long passed, and the Rhino Horn Continent is now in the dry season.

"Crash..."

Yan uses a ladle with a long handle to scoop water from the diversion ditch, and then pours it into the vegetable field to water the poor vegetable seedlings.

The dry season has lasted for a long time, and on the ground, except for the land by the river and some areas with water sources, many places have become withered and yellow.

Even the baobab tree had lost all its leaves and looked bare except for some long strips of baobab hanging from it.

Fortunately, the Mang tribe has experience in dealing with dry weather. They dig deep ditches and divert water for irrigation. Where they cannot be irrigated, they can only be irrigated with ladles or buckets like rocks.

After working hard for a long time, Yan finally finished watering a piece of land. He got up, wiped his sweat, and straightened his waist.

Bending all the time is a very uncomfortable thing. Fortunately, he is a totem warrior and has a stronger ability to bear it.

"Captain, when will it rain today?"

A member of the planting team came over and looked up at the scorching sun, feeling very uncomfortable.

The water level of the Rhino River has dropped a lot, which has led to more competition for water sources.

The lack of water and the lack of food have led many animals to take risks and go to the vegetable fields of the Mang tribe in search of water and food.

At the beginning, the people of the Mang tribe were quite happy. After all, these animals are food for them.

But as time passed, there were more and more animals, and it became more and more difficult to prevent them. Many vegetables were eaten, and their mood became worse. Seeing the animals that came over, their mood was not so good. .

"The leader said that the dry season lasts about the same as the rainy season, let's take it slowly, we have to adapt to the environment here."

Yan rested for a while, looked at the sky, and then continued to work.

He was never one to complain.

As the dry season continues, the rhino horn continent becomes more and more drier, and most of the leaves turn yellow, as if autumn is coming, and the leaves are falling off quickly.

The short grass and moss on the ground turned yellow first, and then the tall grass and short trees spread over.

The entire rhino horn continent is rapidly "changing clothes", from green to yellow.

"Huhuhu..."

Because the weather was too dry, some semi-desert areas finally had sandstorms after a long drought.

The billowing dust was blown into the sky, and then turned into a series of pale yellow waves, sweeping across the Rhino Horn Continent.

"Pfft..."

Yan and members of the planting team ran back from the outside and entered the house to avoid the dust.

"In this damn place, it rains every day during the rainy season, so why does it become like a desert in the dry season!"

Some members of the planting team complained while patting the dust off their bodies.

Yan also wiped off the dust on his body, and said with a serious face: "Now you know why the leader asked us to leave a green belt in the field and plant trees?"

Everyone was stunned, and they all remembered that Chen Bei asked them to plant trees.

When planting trees at the beginning, some people actually didn't think so, and even thought it was a waste of time and land.

But because it was the leader's order, no one dared to stand up against it even if they were dissatisfied, or even discuss it in private.

However, when they really faced the sandstorm, they suddenly realized that Chen Bei probably expected this kind of situation long ago.

These people immediately lowered their heads slightly in shame, the leader was indeed right.

Looking at the dust in the sky outside the window, Yan said: "The leader once said that this land is too fragile. If we open up wasteland at will, eventually, all the land will become desert."

"However, if we work hard to plant trees and fix the land of the entire continent like our surroundings, then ten years or even decades later, this continent will no longer have such dust! "

The soldier in charge of planting trees was overwhelmed by Yan's words, and he said excitedly, "Captain, don't worry, one day, I will plant trees all over the entire continent!"

Yan patted him on the shoulder with rough hands, and said, "You can't do it alone, it's all of us."

"I decided that two days a month, everyone will help plant trees!"

For the first time, Yan did not ask Chen Bei, and made this important decision by himself.

Spend two days a month planting trees without getting in the way of growing crops.

Naturally, the members of the planting team had no objections, and even people from other teams and workshops responded one after another, promising to plant trees with them at that time.

The members of the Mang tribe who came here voluntarily are more down-to-earth and willing to work. The overall atmosphere is positive and everyone is full of energy.

Half a day later, the sandstorm outside finally stopped, and the ground, whether it was houses or plants, was covered with a thin layer of dust, which looked very dirty.

Seeing this scene, Yan persisted in his confidence in planting trees.

He firmly believed in Chen Bei's words, and he hoped that in his lifetime, he could complete the transformation of this continent, making most places suitable for growing vegetables!

There is no doubt that this is a very large ambition, an admirable ambition.

Another month passed, and the drought became more and more serious, and the water level of the river also dropped sharply.

It was no longer possible to irrigate by ditches, so Yan began to organize people to dig wells.

In fact, the fresh water in the Rhino Horn Continent is not very short, but because the water retention capacity of the ground is too poor, the water that falls during the rainy season flows into the ground.

Therefore, after the people of the planting team dug four or five meters deep into the ground, water began to emerge.

In order to store water, Yan asked them to dig deep wells horizontally underground, so that there was no need to worry about the water coming out too slowly, which would affect irrigation.

Fortunately, during the rainy season, the planting team harvested a lot of grain. During the dry season, they continued to irrigate and obtained some grain and vegetables. In terms of food, there was not much shortage.

……

On the grassland of the Rhino Horn Continent, most of the grass has withered and yellowed, but there are some places where there are small rivers, lakes, and springs, and a large number of animals gather near these places.

By a small river, the water has almost dried up, only some small puddles, which have not dried up yet, and the water is turbid, but it still attracts many animals to come to drink water, and even fight with each other because of the water.

A group of wildebeest, probably thousands of them, stopped temporarily when they passed the dry river, looking for water in the river.

The water was so scarce that it was not enough to drink. These wildebeests could only rely on robbing and attacking each other to rob the water source.

"Whoosh!"

A short spear flew out of the grass and pierced the neck of a large wildebeest, causing the wildebeest to fall to the ground.

Afterwards, dozens of short spears flew out, and with a cold light, they shot and killed more than a dozen wildebeests. The rest of the wildebeests fled quickly, and ran away in a blink of an eye.

The soldiers of the hunting team of the Mang tribe appeared. There were more than 50 of them, who had been hiding in the withered grass before.

"Take these prey back."

The hunting team warriors immediately went over to deal with these prey, and then brought them back.

The little leader of the hunting team took back his short spear. The spearhead was cast in bronze, very sharp and strong.

Against these large prey, bows and arrows are not as powerful as short spears, so they all use short spears.

The little leader of the hunting team took out the kettle and drank a couple of gulps, only to find that there was no water in the kettle.

In this kind of weather, without water, even a totem warrior would be very difficult.

The little leader of the hunting team looked at the dry bottom of the river. The bottom of the river was full of silt, and there were only a few small puddles. The water was almost drunk, and the wildebeest had stepped on it.

"Do you still have water?"

The little leader of the hunting team asked about it, and everyone looked at their water bottles, only a few of them still had a few sips of water in their water bottles.

"Do you have to go back to drink water?"

The little leader of the hunting team is in a bad mood.

This small river is a tributary of the big river, and it is still some distance away from the settlement of the Mang tribe.

The little leader of the hunting team looked around, seeing everything was withered and yellow, and there were hardly any green plants to be seen.

There are only a few tall baobab trees, and the baobabs hanging on them have also fallen to the ground, and the fruits are also withered.

Suddenly, the little leader of the hunting team remembered what Chen Bei had said.

"If one day you really can't find water, you can find a living baobab tree, split the trunk, and there will be water in the heart of the tree."

The little leader of the hunting team swallowed, picked up the short bronze knife he carried with him, and walked towards a baobab tree.

The baobab tree was so huge that the leader of the hunting team stood under the tree and felt very small.

Without hesitation, he immediately found a place on the tree trunk with a short knife and dug up.

Digging a tree with a short knife is naturally not as fast as an axe, but the baobab tree is relatively soft, and coupled with the strength of the totem warrior, it is not too difficult to dig.

When he dug palm-deep, no water came out, but the trunk was indeed moist.

He continued to dig, and when he had dug to a depth of more than a foot, he found that water droplets had flowed out, and they were real water droplets, not tree sap.

"Tuk!"

He stabbed it hard with a short bronze knife, and a stream of water flowed out along the blade.

He pulled out the short bronze knife, and the person inside the baobab tree gurgled out.

"There is really water!"

The little leader of the hunting team was overjoyed. He put his mouth together and took a big sip. It felt very sweet. He quickly drank his stomach full, and then filled up the water bottle he was carrying.

"Come here, there's water here!"

The little leader of the hunting team shouted, and the team members ran over one after another. They drank water one by one and filled the water bottles.

Finally, the little leader of the hunting team dug some mud from the ground, mixed it with the sawdust dug out before, and blocked the place where the water was flowing, so that next time he came over, he could still drink it without running out of water.

"Thank you leader!"

The little leader of the hunting team said sincerely, and the others felt the same way.

(End of this chapter)