The Rise of Primitive Tribes Farming

Chapter 62 Digging the Ditch

This time the blind date meeting was perfect, except for Chen Bei who was a bit embarrassed by those women, the others found their partners smoothly.

The next day, the Mang tribe held a grand sacrificial ceremony. These men and women who were about to get married formed a new family under the witness of the totem god.

More than half of the tourists have officially become members of the Mang tribe, and the population of the Mang tribe has been greatly expanded.

Those tourists who have not married with the Mang tribe are no longer hostile, and it is only a matter of time before they integrate into the tribe.

After solving the conflicts between tourists and tribesmen, the next step is to open up wasteland on a large scale.

Pieces of weedy land were turned over, and the weeds were not wasted, they were all burned to ashes and scattered into the ground.

The arable land of the Mang tribe has changed from more than 100 mu to more than 200 mu, and it is still being cultivated. By the beginning of next spring, the Mang tribe will have at least [-] mu of land!

The land has been reclaimed, but Yan, the leader of the planting team, is worried.

"With such a wide land, what should I do when the weather is dry and needs to be watered?"

The previous vegetable fields were near ponds and streams, and the water source was relatively close, but now the reclaimed land is far away from the water source, and the area is so large that if you carry water for irrigation, you will be exhausted.

"Let's go and ask the leader."

Yan thought hard, but couldn't think of any good solution, so he had to ask Chen Bei for advice.

Chen Bei was leading people to burn pottery. After listening to his question, he said in surprise, "Why don't you dig ditches? It would be better to just divert water for irrigation."

"ditch?"

Yan was a little confused, and didn't understand it for a while, mainly because no one had planted land before, and his knowledge of water conservancy was almost blank.

Chen Bei put down the mud in his hand, picked up a stick, and drew a few lines on the ground.

"This is the creek, and this is our vegetable field. We only need to dig a few ditches between the creek and the vegetable field to direct the water into the field."

Yan patted his thigh and said, "That's right, such a simple method, why didn't I think of it!"

Chen Bei smiled and said: "It's simple and simple, and it's complicated and complicated. It's not just a matter of digging a ditch to pass through it. There are many aspects that need to be considered, otherwise it will leave hidden dangers in the future."

Hearing Chen Bei's words, Yan started to scratch his hair. Since the leader said it was very complicated, random digging must not work.

Yan looked eagerly at Chen Bei, hoping that Chen Bei could give him some guidance.

Digging ditches is actually a very complicated water conservancy project. If it is to be dug well, it must have professionals with rich experience in water conservancy.

But where can the Mang tribe find professionals?So I can only rely on Chen Bei's memory.

"How about this, you continue to reclaim the wasteland. After I burn the pottery in this kiln, I will teach you how to dig ditches."

"Okay, then we'll wait for the leader."

With a solution to the problem, Yan Xin left satisfied, thinking to himself: The leader is indeed the leader, he can do everything.

Chen Bei glanced at Yan's back, and smiled wryly. It seems that in the future, he will find a way to cultivate some talented professionals.

Just like the carpenter before, Chenbei only needs to find someone with high talent, and then tell him what he knows, the other party must be better than him.

Because people with high talents can often draw inferences from one instance, and even make a lot of innovations, which is not comparable to his half-hearted.

A few days later, Chenbei led people to burn a kiln of pottery, and the yield was not bad.

These pottery are what he was going to take to trade with other tribes. After several improvements, the pottery is more beautiful than before, and the shapes are more diverse.

Chen Bei picked up a clay pot, looked it over carefully, and said with satisfaction: "Not bad, those small tribes will definitely like it."

He put down the clay pot again, and said, "The pottery is ready, now it's time to dig a ditch."

Chenbei has carefully considered the matter of digging ditches these days, and he is quite confident.

Chen Bei found Yan and asked him to lead people to collect a large amount of stones and pile them up where the ditch was going to be dug.

Afterwards, he asked Bai Cao, the captain of the collection team, to lead the members of the collection team to be responsible for cooking.

After everything is ready, the Mang tribe's water conservancy project will finally start.

"It's finally time to start digging!"

Yan rubbed his hands excitedly, and immediately went to call all the members of the planting team, as well as the tourists in Huang, and those who were free in the tribe.

In the end, more than 100 people gathered together and brought various tools to the newly opened field.

Holding a strong stone spear in his hand, Chen Bei started from the edge of the stream and marked the places to be dug along the way.

"Chichi..."

After being infused with the power of the totem, the stone spear in Chen Bei's hand easily cut through the weeds and soil, leaving an obvious mark on the ground.

He drew from the side of the stream to the edge of the newly reclaimed wasteland. Among them, there is one main canal and three auxiliary canals. As for the small ditches, they will be handed over to the planting team to dig as needed.

"You dig along the line I drew. Leave an earthen wall at the place where the creek is connected, and dig it out at the end. If you encounter stones, dig out the small ones, and bypass the big ones. Don't waste your energy... ..."

Digging ditches this time was divided into ten teams, with more than a dozen people in each team, the strongest one was the team leader, and Yan was the team leader.

Chen Bei explained to Yan and the ten team leaders the matters that need attention in detail, as detailed as possible.

"Do you understand?"

"understood."

"Okay, dig!"

Following Chen Bei's order, the people who had already prepared started to dig the soil one after another. From a distance, it was very lively.

"Hey!"

Every time Yan shoveled down, he could shovel up a large piece of soil. Under his leadership, it didn't take long for the prototype of a small ditch to appear.

When the dug was more than one meter deep, solid loess could already be seen underneath, Chen Bei said: "Okay, it's ok, there is no need to dig further down, just trim the two sides."

Yan led people to level the uneven soil on both sides of the ditch.

"After digging, use stones to build two stone walls on both sides of the ditch."

If ditches are dug in this way to divert water, the soil on both sides of the ditch will be slowly eroded by water over time, and over time it will collapse rapidly and block the ditch.

Building two stone walls with stones can effectively prevent the soil on both sides of the ditch from collapsing.

Chen Bei not only instructed them to dig ditches, but also did it himself, dug a lot of soil, built a lot of stone walls, and was covered in mud.

"dinner's ready!"

At noon, the women of the collection team cooked the meals for everyone, and directly lifted them to the place where the ditches were opened with wooden barrels for everyone to eat.

After a hard morning digging ditches, people put down their tools and took bowls to eat.

However, when they walked to the place to eat, these people were stopped by Baicao.

"Wash your hands first, then eat. This is the rule set by the leader. Wash your hands."

Chen Bei was right next to him, no matter how hot-tempered he was, he would not dare to break the rules he set in front of Chen Bei, so he had to obediently wash his hands.

Someone muttered: "The leader is too clean, what's wrong with a little mud on his hands?"

This sentence was just heard by Yan, he glared at the man, and said: "You do what the leader says, why are you talking so much?"

The man shrank his neck, didn't dare to speak any more, and went to wash his hands in desperation.

In Yanxin, Chenbei is only second to the totem god, and no one is allowed to question him.

　Thanks to the book friend "Alma Down to Earth" for the 1000 coin reward and recommendation.Thanks for the support along the way.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)