After rebirth in the wilderness, you can travel back and forth to the earth

Back home!

Yang Yi breathed a sigh of relief. He boasted about his return to Earth this time, but overall it went smoothly.

"Rokuro!"

Yang Hulin's eyes turned red, his Korokuro was finally back.

After saying that, Yang Hulin stepped forward and hugged Yang Yi tightly. Then he checked his body again to see if he was injured. He didn't notice that Yang Yi was wearing clothes that were not of this world.

"Third Grandpa, I'm back!"

"Okay, okay, it's okay!"

Listening to Yang Hulin crying with joy, his voice trembled, and Yang Yi hugged the third grandfather tightly.

Although he was away for just two days, his family cared about him so much, and Yang Yi also cared about his family.

"My father and mother are married."

"Your father went hunting with a team, and your mother led people to gather. They are also worried about you, so the third grandfather will stay and watch over you."

After having dinner at home, Yang Yi had a good sleep. With his third grandfather by his side, he slept very soundly.

Until his parents came back from their work, Yang Yi was still sleeping. Yang Qingshan and Hong Jiuniang felt distressed and blamed themselves.

Their Rokuro was only one year old, and he already took on the responsibility of growing the tribe. It was only because they were too weak and the tribe was too small to give Rokuro good training conditions.

In the book world, Yang Yi's consciousness is floating in mid-air, looking at the earth bubble in front of him.

It was very clear that the soul had become stronger. There might be something strange about the earth. Yang Yi carefully looked at the bubbles of the earth and kept thinking in his heart.

As the soul became stronger, Yang Yi also noticed that the speed at which his body absorbed spiritual energy became slightly faster.

Yang Yi would also be able to practice faster. These were all good things. Without thinking, he decided to let it go and let nature take its course.

Realizing that his parents were back, Yang Yi's consciousness returned to his body and woke up.

It is now early autumn on the Dongling Tribe side of the Beihuang Ling River Basin, and Yang Yi decided to try planting wheat and some vegetables first.

Yang Yi is not sure whether the crops on earth can grow well here, although the land here is fertile and the spiritual energy is sufficient.

Twenty kilograms of wheat seeds can plant one acre of land, and ten thousand kilograms of wheat seeds can plant five hundred acres.

At night, Yang Yi took out [-] kilograms of wheat seeds and told his parents and third grandfather that this was a kind of food seed he got in the secret realm and he could try planting it in the tribe.

"Rokuro, you said that if it can be planted, we can harvest as much food as a flaming sheep and ferocious beast from the large land of our stone courtyard alone!"

Yang Qingshan held wheat seeds in both hands and his voice was trembling as he spoke. A flaming sheep ferocious beast weighed a thousand kilograms.

The tribe also grows some food, but the yield is extremely low, and the plants have all grown too tall.

Yang Yi had seen the grain-like grains grown in the tribe, which looked a bit like yellow rice on earth. The roots of the plants were thick, two meters high, but the ears were very small and there was no yield.

The tribe calls this kind of food golden rice. The rice grains are as big as the rice on the earth. It tastes very good and the effect of replenishing qi and blood is no worse than the meat of some ferocious beasts.

In Yang Yi's opinion, this golden rice is just an enlarged version of yellow rice on earth.

Tribes usually store the harvested golden rice in case there is no food to eat in winter, and then the golden rice can be used to cope with famine.

Perhaps it was because of the lack of improvement that the yield was so low. Yang Yi remembered that in ancient times on earth, before crops were improved, the yield was frighteningly low.

Now we have to see if these improved seeds on earth can bear fruit in this world.

At night, Yang Yi, his father, and his third grandfather made an agreement to plant wheat in an open space 300 meters away from the tribe, not far from the forest.

This open space covers an area of ​​[-] acres, and is next to the small mountain forest collected by the Dongling tribe.

It is said to be a small mountain forest, but it is comparable to the original forest on the earth. It is huge in area and contains many species.

Tribal people usually only collect in the periphery, harvesting every day, and never returning empty-handed.

Many thousand-year-old mortal ginseng and other mortal herbs were found and mined in the periphery. As for the depths, the tribesmen did not dare to go deep.

It is said that this small mountain forest is connected to the Linghe River and close to the Linghe Mountains. The Linghe Mountains are tens of millions of kilometers away from the Dongling Tribe.

Normally, tribesmen in the Dongling tribe could only vaguely see the blurry mountain shadows reaching into the sky, forming a continuous skyline.

The area of ​​​​this mountain forest is estimated to be larger than that of China.

At dawn, Yang Yi got up early. After morning exercises and breakfast, he gathered his clan members.

Today, Yang Yi is going to invite the whole family, old and young, to reclaim the land together and strive to reclaim [-] acres of land in one day.

It just rained two days ago, so the ground is easier to dig, and reclaiming the land can save some trouble.

Yang Yi asked the tribesmen to bring a thousand brand-new hoes and shovels from his stone courtyard to the square.

"That's iron!"

"What, why does the iron tool look like this?"

"There is no bone spear or stone sword that looks mighty and domineering."

The tribesmen crowded forward and looked at these iron tools curiously. They said they disliked them because they didn't look good, but they couldn't put them down after holding them in their hands.

Yang Yi admitted that he was a little negligent. He did not expect that the tribesmen were unwilling to work after receiving the iron tools.

Last night, Yang Yi finally managed to convince his parents and third grandfather. Today, the clan members are making trouble again.

Yang Yi forgot that the Dongling tribe didn't even have a single iron weapon before, but now they suddenly have so many iron weapons, and the tribesmen are very happy and excited.

I can't wait to go out hunting immediately and try the power of this iron weapon.

When they heard that Yang Yi asked them to dig the ground with iron tools, they all exploded. They clamored that they could dig with stone swords, but if not dig with their hands.

They were reluctant to use their newly acquired hoes and shovels to dig into the ground. The tribesmen held the iron tools firmly in their hands and looked at Yang Yi like a prodigal.

Yang Yi had a headache, and his parents and third grandfather also looked at him like a prodigal.

Standing on the martial arts stage, looking at the clansmen below who were noisy as in the market, Yang Yi waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

"Do you trust me?"

After everyone in the tribe calmed down, Yang Yi spoke.

"Believe!"

The tribesmen said in unison, and they were unambiguous in their answer. Everything Yang Yi did for the tribe was seen in their eyes and kept in their hearts.

Otherwise, if someone else came on stage and asked the tribesmen to use these brand-new iron tools to dig in the ground, they would have been beaten down.

"Okay, I worked hard to find the iron tools for the tribe."

"Yes." The voice was neat and loud.

"Everything we do is to strengthen the tribe. Only a strong tribe can protect our tribe and survive in this land where the weak can prey on the strong."

"Grow the tribe and survive. Grow the tribe and survive."

Seeing the tribesmen waving their weapons, they were excited and shouted loudly with all their strength.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Yi had people carry [-] kilograms of wheat seeds to the martial arts stage.

"This is a kind of food seed. In a place like Shiyuan, you can harvest the weight of a fire sheep." After a pause, Yang Yi continued.

"This is food that is countless times more abundant than golden rice. If we can grow these wheat seeds, no matter how cold the winter is, we won't have to go out and take risks to hunt, and we won't go hungry all winter."

"No need to starve!"

"Wheat, Liulang brought back such good seeds!"

"We must plant these seeds alive!"

As Yang Yi finished speaking, the tribesmen under the martial arts stage were in a commotion again. They stood on tiptoes and looked at the wheat seeds on the stage.

If the seeds survive, this will be life-saving food. Seeing the bright and shining eyes of the tribesmen, Yang Yi continued to strike while the iron was hot.

"The wheat must be planted in the next few days, otherwise it will not survive. These iron tools are specially made by me to grow wheat and be used by the tribe to work. They are not weapons for you to hunt."

"If you want to hunt with fine iron weapons, wait until the wheat is planted and the tribe becomes strong. I, Liulang, will get them for you."

"With me, Rokuro, you will definitely have the best food, the best clothes, and the best iron weapons to protect the tribe and the people."

Yang Yi roared with a lung-splitting hiss, and looked at the clan members screaming and shouting as if they had been given blood.

"Rokuro! Rokuro! Rokuro!"

"Protect the tribe, protect the people!"

……

"Now pick up the iron tools in your hands, let's go plant wheat, let's go!"

Amid the shouts of the tribesmen, Yang Yi waved his hands, and then led 2000 people out of the tribe to cultivate fields.

In the crowd, Yang Qingshan and others came to their senses, their expressions gradually calmed down, and they felt distressed and helpless holding the iron tool in their arms.

Finally, he stamped his feet heavily, sighed deeply, and followed the crowd to dig in the ground.

2000 people dig [-] acres of land, and on average four people dig one acre. After calculation, Yang Yi feels that all [-] acres of land can be dug out today.

As the tribesmen began to work, Yang Yi took another deep breath and suppressed the helplessness in his heart.

Everyone was reluctant to dig hard, and they were careful, for fear of damaging the hoe and iron tools.

How can we work like this? If we continue at this rate, we won’t be able to dig [-] acres in five days.

Helpless Yang Yi began to speak earnestly again.

"We know that growing wheat is important, but we just can't bear to use such good iron tools."

The tribesmen all looked at Yang Yi with grimaces, even if Yang Yi's next sentence was to dig with hands.

"Dig them all for me. If anyone doesn't dig well, the iron tools will be taken back. We will pretend that our tribe has never had these iron tools."

Yang Yi's teeth were itching, and he was very angry at the tribesmen who couldn't get enough oil and salt.

Hearing that Yang Yi was angry, the tribesmen looked at each other, then lowered their heads one by one, and then started to work hard.

I was still very careful when digging the ground. When I encountered a stone, I immediately picked up the iron tool and looked at it, with a look of distress on my face.

In order to prevent the iron tools from being knocked by stones, the tribe voluntarily assigned 100 people to pick stones in the wasteland.

The tribesmen all understood that everything Yang Yi did was for the tribe, but they just couldn't bear to use iron weapons like this.

Most of these people have never seen iron in their lives and are used to living a stingy and poor life.

Suddenly they became so arrogant that they even dared to dig with iron tools. Many people are still in a daze, as if they were in a dream.

Yang Yi was ridiculous and helpless. He was really negligent. He didn't expect that his tribe would start a fight with him over hoes and shovels.

The tribesmen finally dug the land well. Although the efficiency was much slower than Yang Yi planned, depending on the situation, they could still dig [-] acres of land in two days.

"Rokuro! Rokuro! Woo hoo..."

"What's wrong? What happened?"

A tribesman cried and called Yang Yi anxiously, and ran over in a panic holding a hoe, crying loudly with regret on his face.

The cry was even more pitiful than losing a tribal martial arts competition, and it scared Yang Yi.

"Oh my, my hoe dug into a rock and broke it, wuwu..."

Looking at the clansmen sitting in front of him crying loudly, Yang Yi picked up the hoe and looked at it, and a black line crossed his forehead.

After appeasing the tribesmen, he watched the tribesmen dig more carefully, fearing that they would knock the iron tools on the rocks like that tribesman.

Yang Yi slapped his forehead and said, come on, it's fast to dig [-] acres in three days.

A day doesn't feel like anything in the past, it goes by very quickly.

Today was extremely difficult for Yang Yi. He had to watch the tribesmen digging the ground all the time. If he didn't pay attention, someone would quietly hide the iron tools and dig up the ground with their hands.

It makes me so angry, so stupid!Stubborn!

Yang Yi spent the whole day gnashing his teeth and watching the tribesmen dig the ground without leaving.

……

After four days, Yang Yi finally breathed a sigh of relief and finally dug [-] acres of land.

Looking at the square, flat and dug land, Yang Yi relaxed his frown and smiled. He could plant wheat.

Yang Yi selected 500 people from the collection team and the youth team to grow wheat.

As for Yang Qingshan and Yang Hulin, they had already gone hunting with their hunting team and carried iron weapons. Before leaving, they boasted that they would hunt two monsters this time.

The tribe wants to celebrate. Yang Yi found that the tribe really likes to celebrate.

There are no entertainment activities in the tribe. As long as there is something that makes everyone happy, everyone will start celebrating.

Celebrate just celebrate. Yang Yi has not changed this and is very supportive. Everyone is happy and the happy atmosphere in the tribe is very good.

As long as a tribe loves each other, takes care of each other, and unites, it will not be afraid that it will not be strong.

Yang Yi likes the Dongling tribe very much. The more than 2000 tribesmen are like a family. They hunt together, gather together, leave early and come back late together. They live in harmony and there is no intrigue.

There will be quarrels and fights, but just like conflicts between brothers and sisters, they will be noisy today, and they will be reconciled tomorrow, and they will be talking and laughing together again.

"Mukuro, how do we grow wheat?"

Without farm machinery, growing wheat is really troublesome.

Yang Yi asked the tribesmen to use hoes to draw three-inch deep shallow trenches in the dug fields, divide the land into twenty kilograms per acre, sprinkle it little by little, and finally cover it with shovel soil.

Although it is a very simple planting method, all the tribesmen are very serious and will pick up even a little bit more wheat.

According to what Yang Yi said honestly, twenty kilograms of seeds were evenly planted in a piece of land as large as the stone courtyard.

Planting wheat is very fast, and Yang Yi took everyone to finish planting it in a long time.

The next step is to wait for an autumn rain to see if the wheat will sprout and grow.