wild trail

Chapter 54
When people got carried away with their food, Wang Lang took a torch, a bowl of millet porridge, and a few pieces of barbecue, and walked up to the two tied men. Wu Yun wanted to follow, but Wang Lang stopped him.

Although Wang Lang said that he would not give them food today, Wang Lang did not want to kill them. In this day and age, a little illness might kill a person. Wang Lang felt that it was enough to let them know the consequences of making a mistake.

The two men who had been beaten up and tied to the wall for a whole day had chapped lips and thirsty throats as if they were on fire. When they saw Wang Lang's arrival, the two men who were weak and almost fainted suddenly regained their spirits, and turned towards Wang Lang. Wang Lang yelled, if angry eyes could kill, Wang Lang estimated that he would have died tens of thousands of times.

Wang Lang ignored their roar, walked up to them, stuck the torch on the ground, and waved the food in front of their eyes.

The two hungry men, smelling the aroma of food, turned their heads unconsciously following Wang Lang's hand, and swallowed hard.

Wang Lang pointed to the two people, then put the food to his mouth, made a gesture of eating, looked at the two people with a smile, and said, "Do you want to eat?"

Those two people watched Wang Lang's actions with their eyes wide open, understood what Wang Lang meant, and nodded in haste.

But Wang Lang didn't give them the food, but put the food on the ground, made a few tree-cutting movements, and pointed to the food on the ground.

Such a simple movement, if modern people would definitely understand what it means immediately, but for these primitive people who can't even make stone tools, they can't understand what Wang Lang is doing at all.

Seeing that Wang Lang brought food and refused to give them food, they were very annoyed, and their bound bodies began to struggle violently.

Wang Lang didn't expect them to be so stupid, he scratched his head helplessly, took off the stone ax from his waist, and waved it at the two of them a few times, which made the two of them quiet down immediately.

Seeing that they were no longer struggling, Wang Lang stroked his chin and paced back and forth, thinking about how to make them understand what he meant.

It was very troublesome to communicate with the language barrier, Wang Lang thought for a long time but couldn't think of any good way.

In desperation, Wang Lang had no choice but to continue to express himself with actions.

Seeing the two men staring at him with wide-eyed eyes, Wang Lang pointed to the grove outside the wall, and the two turned their heads to look in the direction Wang Lang pointed. Under the moonlight, the shadowy grove reminded them of After seeing the tragic experience during the day, he was suddenly furious, and turned around and cursed at Wang Lang in their language.

Looking at their angry faces, Wang Lang also knew that they were scolding him, but Wang Lang didn't care. With their poor language, cursing was nothing more than cursing themselves after death. All kinds of swear words are almost useless to modern people, not to mention that Wang Lang still can't understand their words.

Wang Lang looked at them with a smile, then pointed to the grove, then made a few slashing movements, and then pointed to the food on the ground.

After repeating this seven or eight times, the two people seemed to understand what Wang Lang meant, exchanged a few words with each other, shook their heads repeatedly at Wang Lang, but kept their eyes fixed on the food on the ground from time to time.

Seeing that they did not agree to exchange labor for food, Wang Lang said helplessly, "In that case, I will take the things away."

While talking, he bent down to pick up the food, turned around and prepared to leave.

Seeing that Wang Lang was about to leave, the two became anxious and shouted at Wang Lang.

Wang Lang turned around, looked at the two people with a smile on his face, shook the food in his hands, pointed to the woods, and said, "If you want to eat, you have to work."

The two people, who were already hungry with their chests on their backs, couldn't control so much at the moment, just cut down the trees, it's better to be tired than to be hungry.

The two people who had figured it out nodded to Wang Lang again and again, looking eagerly at the food in Wang Lang's hand.

Wang Lang sighed, and said to himself, "It would have been over if it had been done earlier."

The torches on the ground had long since been extinguished, and only faint green smoke drifted in the air.

By the moonlight, Wang Lang fed food to the two tribes, who couldn't even drill wood to make fire. Barbecue was a rare delicacy for them, let alone the millet porridge with bacon. People seem to feel that they are in heaven. Both of them feel that the previous abuse is worth it in exchange for this meal.

After the two finished eating, Wang Lang asked them to get them down, tied their hands and feet and threw them on the ground. After all, they had to work tomorrow, and if they slept standing up all night, even Iron Man couldn't stand it.

After four or five days of hard work, Wang Lang and the others successfully cut down the grove, and piled up the wood like a hill.

People selected a part of wood of similar thickness and made three rafts with braided straw ropes.

These straw ropes are not durable, and they are easy to rot if soaked in water for a long time, so they need to be replaced every once in a while. Compared with hemp ropes, the quality is worse than 01:30. Wang Lang is now very urgently hoping Find hemp.

After the raft was finished, Wang Lang asked Wu Yun to lead the team, and took six men and three women to the millet field to collect grain ears.

Those two men learned from the lesson some time ago that they can only eat food if they are obedient and hardworking. These two men have behaved very honestly these days. It is unacceptable for them to go back to the previous life of being a slut and drinking blood.

The two of them were also among the crowd gathering ears of grain.

People only ate the meat of the three-meter-long moa, and the plucked skin was pulled out to make bags. In addition to other bags in the tribe, Wang Lang estimated that the three rafts could transport at least 100 bags at a time. catty of seeds, people without a sickle, this work is estimated to take several days to complete.

The yield of these primitive millets is far inferior to the varieties that have been improved countless times in another world. Wang Lang calculates that about ten catties of grains are planted on one acre of land. Optimistically, he can harvest two to three hundred catties per mu of land. The yield of intensive cultivation may be It will be better, but with the current situation of the tribe, slash-and-burn farming is the best choice.

Taking advantage of the time when some people were collecting grain ears, Wang Lang led the rest of the people to cut off the weeds with stone knives, planning to clear out a firebreak. Burn it up.

After two days of busy work, Wang Lang and the others finally cleared out a more than 100-meter-long firebreak. People held torches and set fire on both sides of the rectangular area surrounded by the firebreak. Come, the scurrying flames occasionally ignite the leftover grass roots, and the people patrolling around will run over to put out the fire in time when they see it.

(End of this chapter)