wild trail

Chapter 53 Millet Porridge

The next day, Wang Lang asked people to push the two men to cut trees in the grove, and the four women were handed over to the women of the tribe, and asked them to lead these men to build houses and weave grass ropes.

As I said yesterday that we want people to eat food made of corn, threshing and peeling the millet is more troublesome. The only way Wang Lang knows is to pound the rice.

The so-called rice pounding is to use wood to smash the husk of the millet. Although this method will break up some of the grains, there must be merits in this method that has lasted for thousands of years.

Since there was no strong container for pounding rice, Wang Lang had no choice but to ask Huo to find a thicker tree trunk and ask him to dig a hole in the trunk to use as a container.

Wang Lang himself found a relatively large clay pot to rub the grains off the ears of grains. The best way to thresh them was to beat them, because Wang Lang and the others only picked the ears of grains in order to bring back more seeds. The next can only use this extremely laborious method.

After spending an hour, Wang Lang finally finished threshing the ten kilograms of millet.

After resting for a while, Huo and Jianya carried the dug tree stump to Wang Lang's side.

Wang Lang looked at the tree stump as thick as a bucket. Although the digging of the hole on it was a bit rough, it was barely usable.

"Lang, how to use this thing." Jian Ya asked.

Wang Lang said: "Pulling the chestnut rice is troublesome, so I wanted to see if I could smash the shell off with a stick."

Jian Ya and his wife looked at the grains in the clay pot, then at the wooden stake, and said, "Can this work?"

Wang Lang smiled and said, "You'll know if it works or not. You dig a hole and stand up this tree stump."

The two scratched their heads and said nothing. They found a broken branch and dug a hole more than ten centimeters deep to bury the stump.

"Lang, what else do you need to do?" Huo asked.

Seeing that everything was ready, Wang Lang said, "There is nothing for you here, go and do your work!"

The two looked at the buried stump, and without saying anything, they walked towards the grove with an ax in hand.

In the grove, the two men were new to cutting trees with an ax at first, but it didn't take long for them to get bored with the boring labor. Throwing it to the ground, Lai did not move on the ground.

Wu Yun, who was watching over them, saw that they were not working, so he walked over sullenly, pointed to the ax on the ground and said, "Get up and work immediately!"

These two men, when they saw that they were being asked to do those tiring and boring things, they immediately stopped doing them, stood up and shouted at the dark clouds, pushing and shouting.

When the other companions saw that Wu Yun was being attacked, they immediately surrounded them, brandishing wooden sticks and hitting the two men until they screamed and screamed.

Wang Lang, who was pounding rice, immediately put down his work when he heard the screams, and ran out to check the situation.

Seeing the two men with bruised noses and swollen faces, Wang Lang frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

"Lang, they don't work, but they want to attack Wuyun." A clansman said.

Wang Lang looked at the dark clouds and asked, "Is that so?"

Wu Yun nodded.

Wang Lang looked at the two people who were lying on the ground and kept humming, and said coldly: "Catch them and tie them to the fence, and we won't give them food today."

For these wild and unruly people, Wang Lang didn't think there was anything wrong with his actions. Although the current situation of the tribe is better than other humans in this world, it is only a little better. The ability to cast from the family.

If you want to develop rapidly, arresting the population is an indispensable means, which is something that all civilizations must go through.

However, those who were arrested by force lacked a sense of identity with the tribe. No one wanted to be enslaved by others. Even primitive people with little values ​​knew the benefits of freedom.

Where there is oppression, there will be resistance, and the oppressed population can be suppressed if it is small, but if the number of the ruling class is small, then the forced implementation of slavery is the way to self-destruction.

Wang Lang does not intend to implement the slave system. Although his current practice is no different from that of a slave owner, Wang Lang knows that this is just a means of using both kindness and power. The benefits of their own tribe, let them know how to obey the rules.

Assimilation is the best way to expand the population. In the history of China, through continuous annexation wars, many ethnic groups disappeared and became members of China.

There were no slaves in the traditional Western sense in the history of China. Because in ancient times, agriculture and industrial production were dominated by self-cultivating farmers and free handicraftsmen, slaves did not play much role in China's economic life.

Wang Lang firmly believed that the civilization established by his own ability would not have too much difficulty in absorbing and assimilating these primitive people.

People dragged the two men away and tied them to the fence in the tribe. The four women turned pale with fright when they saw their companions in such a miserable state. They didn't know when such a fate would befall them.

People didn't care about these people's thoughts, they just came over to take a look and then went back to do their own things.

After a busy day, people were already hungry, and the people who returned to the tribe suddenly smelled a burst of fragrance, which they had never tasted before, and this fragrance made their stomachs growl.

Looking in the direction where the fragrance came from, I saw women and children surrounded Wang Lang, each holding a bowl and stretching their necks to drool.

The men immediately realized that Wang Lang must have made the way of eating chestnut rice. The hungry people threw down their axes and ran towards Wang Lang like a wind.

Jian Ya sniffed the fragrance in the air intoxicatedly, and said, "Lang, what is this, it smells so good!"

Wang Lang kept stirring the millet porridge in the clay pot with a wooden stick, and said, "This is the food cooked with corn, and you can eat it after a while."

When the men saw that they couldn't eat it, they immediately sighed and scratched their heads, wishing they could get some out and have a taste.

The four women also swallowed their saliva, stood outside and looked at this place eagerly, praying that these people would give them some after eating.

Not long after, the millet bacon porridge was ready. Wang Lang tasted it and found that the saltiness was just right. For Wang Lang who hadn't eaten rice for a long time, this simple millet porridge was better than all the meat in the world. All classes are delicious.

People swallowed, waiting for the results of Wang Lang's tasting.

Wang Lang put down the stick and said, "It's delicious!"

People cheered all of a sudden, the women and children rushed to let Wang Langsheng take some bowls, and the men ran over to get the bowls as if they were too slow to eat.

On a quiet night, the sound of drinking porridge was everywhere in the tribe. Even though they were sweating profusely from eating, people ate very happily. Those women, because they did not make any mistakes, also got the right to drink porridge. Squatting in the distance to eat, he smiled happily, completely forgetting that there were two other companions who were tied to the wall.

(End of this chapter)