wild trail

Chapter 55 The Slave Problem

After the flames are extinguished, a thick layer of plant ash is left on the ground. The original slash-and-burn agriculture does not plow the land and does not fertilize the land. The ash is a good fertilizer. After the fire, the ground becomes a little soft, so you don’t need to worry about spreading the seeds. Yes, it depends entirely on the sky.

Now the tribe has no metal to make agricultural tools, and even few stone tools, so it is impossible to dig the ground. Even if you use bones to dig the soil, the workload is very huge, far less efficient than random sowing, not to mention Everything in the tribe is not on the right track, and Wang Lang has no plan to send a lot of manpower to farm.

The burned area was about seven or eight mu of land. If all these lands were planted with millet, if nothing happened, the harvest, Wang Lang estimated, would be enough for the 30 to [-] people in the tribe to eat the second harvest.

A day later, a few black spots appeared on the downstream river. As the black spots slowly approached, people knew that the people who gathered the ears of grain had returned, and one after another came out of the tribe and came to the river to wait for the raft to land.

Wang Lang looked at the three rafts full of grain ears in large and small packages, and all the people who went out came back without any accidents. He was very happy, and he stood on the shore and waved enthusiastically to them.

After Wuyun and their raft landed, the people on the raft handed the bags containing the ears of grain to the people on the shore. After all the bags were brought up, the people on the raft jumped to the shore, and together with others, they lifted the three rafts to the shore. dragged ashore.

Wang Lang checked the raft, and found that the straw ropes used to bind the raft were a little loose. If he wanted to go into the water again, he had to replace them with new ropes. Wang Lang thought with some regret: "It would be great if I could make a boat."

But Wang Lang also knows that the tribe needs everything, let alone a boat. It is very difficult to make such a crude raft. Without metal tools, Wang Lang feels that it is really difficult to move forward, but he himself has never learned the knowledge of prospecting. , finding the metal is entirely down to luck.

Feeling secretly for a while, Wang Lang carefully inspected the harvested ears of grain. The bag was very dry and the ears of grain had not been soaked in water. Wang Lang felt relieved and praised Wu Yun and his team. The many catties of grain ears were transported back to the tribe.

The two men are no longer tied with ropes. After this period of contact, they have basically adapted to the tribal way of life. As long as they work hard, no one will hurt them, and there is delicious food. They are full of awe for this powerful and mysterious tribe, and they have long forgotten where they wanted to escape. Now they only hope that they can become a member of the tribe, but they cannot speak the language, and people are unwilling to contact them. They were very distressed.

During the break, Wang Lang called Wu Yun and asked him about the situation along the way. Wu Yun gave a general account of the past few days, and there was nothing particularly noteworthy in it. After listening, Wang Lang nodded and said: "How about those two guys, is there any trouble?"

Mentioning those two people, Wu Yun smiled and said: "Those two guys, apart from being frightened when they were making a raft, didn't do anything bad, and the two of them seem to have changed suddenly. It took a lot of effort to collect them, and I didn't try to escape."

Wang Lang smiled and said: "Why did they run? Although our life is still very difficult now, for people like them who would rather be chased and killed by the giant bird in order to fill their stomachs, we are like gods here. As long as we don't abuse them, they won't run away."

Wu Yun nodded half-understood, but then frowned and said: "Lang, since we can let others work, can we send people out and arrest people from small tribes like them to help us?" Let's work, won't it be much easier for us?"

Wang Lang looked at Wu Yun in surprise. He didn't expect the thoughts of slaves to appear in his tribe so quickly, which made him very panicked. He subconsciously thought, can it really be impossible to change the laws of history with the power of one person?

"Wu Yun, tell me the truth, do other people in the tribe think the same way?" Wang Lang said, staring into Wu Yun's eyes.

Under Wang Lang's stern gaze, Wu Yun became nervous unconsciously, and said, "I don't know what other people are thinking. This is what I just thought of. What's wrong, Lang! What's wrong?"

Hearing that it was his sudden idea, Wang Lang was relieved. Slavery is not good for the current tribe. He wants to be a slave owner, but he does not have the power to suppress the rebellion. This is very difficult for a tribe without standing force. Speaking of him, it can be described as whimsical. He is very afraid that people will be swayed by this kind of thinking, and will act irrationally on impulse, destroying everything he has done.

Wang Lang took a breath and said, "There is nothing wrong with your idea, but it is not beneficial to the current tribe at all."

"Why?" Kentou asked.

"Our tribe has only so few people now. How many people do you plan to catch back? If you catch too few, it's useless. If you catch too many, how do we take care of them? Knowing that people will resist, even if we use sticks and spears to force them to work, and even kill them who are disobedient, what good is this for us? We are busy dealing with resistance every day, how do we hunt, how do we grow corn , what we need now is not to force others to work for us, but to let more people join us, as long as we have enough manpower, we can make the tribe stronger, instead of adding a group of enemies to us."

Wu Yun stroked his chin and thought carefully about Wang Lang's words. He had never thought about such a complicated matter, and his mind felt extremely chaotic for a while.

Wang Lang looked at his tangled look, shook his head and said, "Do you still remember those people who drove us out of the forest?"

Wu Yun was stunned for a moment, unable to keep up with Wang Lang's train of thought. He didn't know why Wang Lang suddenly brought up this matter, so he nodded and said, "Of course I remember."

"If one day, a group of enemies more terrifying than those people come to attack us, how do we resist? Do you think the captured people are reliable or our own people are reliable."

Hearing Wang Lang's words, Wu Yun's eyes lit up, understood what Wang Lang meant, and said: "Lang, I understand, we want to turn other people into our own clansmen, isn't that the case."

Wang Lang smiled and nodded and said: "That's right, only by becoming our own can we hand over our backs to them, and the warriors can face the enemy with their chests upright. With the method you just said, we can fight against the enemy." When there are conflicts between other tribes, we must always be on guard against whether the captured people will attack us."

(End of this chapter)