Prehistoric Survival Records

As soon as the snow melts, the soil buried under the snow and moistened for a winter is exposed to the warm sun.

The ashes from last year's late autumn fire still remained in the experimental field, and a lot of weeds also emerged. At the beginning of spring, it is time to tidy up the cultivated land.

With the experience of plowing in the past year, although they are still stumbling, at least the orcs no longer look like headless flies holding farm tools, at least they can use rakes and hoes to look decent.

The plowing is, on the one hand, to allow the sun to sterilize the soil, and more importantly, to turn over the weeds and insect eggs in the field to die in the sun, in case there are voles and groundhogs If you don't pay attention to it, just sit in the field, so you can find it early and get rid of it early.

As the saying goes, wheat is covered with three layers of quilts this winter, and next year it will sleep on steamed buns, which means that the heavy snow in winter can keep winter wheat warm (the principle is the same as that of Eskimos living in snow caves). Insects freeze to death, preventing pests and diseases in the coming year, and when the snow melts into water in spring, it can also provide sufficient water for crops.

Under the triple action of sunlight + insecticide + moisture, crops (especially winter wheat) can grow very healthy and lush after the winter after snowfall, and a bumper harvest can be obtained.

Although Rigg and the others didn’t grow winter wheat in their fields, they could enjoy the two benefits of killing insects and watering properly. It is time to realize this proverb.

The warm spring breeze was blowing warmly, and the orcs waved their agricultural tools and sweated profusely on the field of hope.

Fifty acres of land is not small in modern times, but it was definitely not big in prehistoric times, especially because their tribe has a large population. Everyone goes to battle, and each person gets a few parts of the field. It is really not too tiring to work, but wait. There will be more crops in the future, and it will be a bit cumbersome to plan the land by manpower. In the era when there were no agricultural machines, plowing the field mainly depended on animals pulling the plow. Most of the reasons are due to the weight of the iron and the hardness of the metal. Judging from the resources at hand, there are indeed some types of wood that are as dense as iron, but in terms of weight, they are far inferior. The weight of stone is there. The shape is really difficult, simply making a wooden plow out, the efficiency is not as fast as the orcs digging the ground, at least their physical fitness is equal to ten.

Therefore, the plow can only be imagined for the time being, and ironmaking can be considered after this trip. After all, the feel of stone knives is far worse than that of daggers.

At this time, Lige was very envious of those time travels that he had inadvertently seen in his previous life, some with game systems, some with room for growth, and some with shopping platforms. , He is so poor and has nothing, and he cried again when he said it.

However, all of the above are purely whimsical, just a little flirtatious to relieve the loneliness, and we still have to fall back to the real things in front of us.

After the land has been plowed once, the lower layer of soil is turned up to the surface. In order to fully sterilize the ultraviolet rays, it needs to be kept in the sun for three days.

After wiping his own piece of land and wiping the sweat from his brow, he picked up the hoe and was about to leave when Lige called out to him.

"What are you doing?"

Chacha took two steps back: "I... I'm done."

Rieger waved at him: "Come on, let me tell you."

Chacha was a little wary: "What are you doing, don't come here, I'm not lazy, I'm going to go back and rest after I'm done."

Rieg said cheerfully: "You misunderstood, I just want to teach you some new knowledge, if you want to learn, come here if you want to learn."

Tsocha then put down his hoe and came over foolishly: "I want to learn, Erbao, what new knowledge do you want to teach me?"

Lige played tricks: "What I want to teach you is the secret of farming, that is, the trick. As long as you learn this trick, you can grow food wherever you keep it."

Chacha immediately believed it, and happily raised her hand and said, "Teach me quickly, I want to learn this."

Rieg coughed lightly twice, and said, "Then I'll test you. As I told you before, besides sunlight, air, and moisture, what else affects the growth of crops?"

I know this, and blurted out: "Fertility."

Lige had a childish expression on his face, and he patted his shoulder with great satisfaction: "You are right," and followed the persuasion: "Then look at this piece of farmland, after our hard work, the deep soil is gradually Bathed in sunlight, the soil itself is wet, and we don’t need to teach water, I think this farmland still lacks one thing, do you know what is missing?”

After thinking about it for a while, I tentatively answered: "Fat...fertilizer?"

Rigg clapped his hands together: "Congratulations, you got the answer right."

"To give our crops a great place to grow, we're running out of fertilizer right now."

This is easy to handle, so Chacha immediately expressed his opinion: "Er Bao, you should have said earlier, anyway, everyone is not tired, just wait, we will dig the lake mud right now."

Lige hurriedly pulled him back: "Let me tell you, Chacha, the lake mud is good, but the salvaged lake mud can't be used immediately. It needs to be exposed to the sun and fully rotted. It will take time, isn't it? Our plan for this year It is to take advantage of the spring to go to the Xirang tribe, exchange some new crop seeds, and come back to catch the tail of spring to plant, wipe, and use lake mud to fertilize the field. It is too late, and there is not enough time."

Wiping and scratching his head: "If you say that, it's true, so what do you think Erbao should do."

Lige pretended to be very embarrassed: "Zhacha, I know there is a kind of fertilizer that has been fully decomposed, the amount is enough, and the place is not far away. It's just in our tribe, but... just has a little smell , if you use this fertile field, the effect is actually better than lake mud, but I don’t know if you are willing..."

Clearing away his doubts, he looked around for a while: "In our tribe, there are such good things? Erbao, why didn't you say earlier that my shoulders hurt from picking lake mud last year."

Rieger: "Last year, the conditions were immature and the amount was not enough, but don't worry, after these days of accumulation, the amount is sufficient, and it will definitely be able to irrigate the [-] acres of land. You can say whether you want to Willing."

Wiping and patting his chest: "Why don't you want to do this, but what is it, why can't I remember that our tribe has this kind of fertilizer?"

Rig: (＾－＾) V.

Rieger: "Since you are willing, I'm not going to be polite, then Chacha, you go and pull the pig manure from the cesspit next to the pigsty, and water the ground."

Chacha: WTF?

Chacha: Count yourself as ruthless.

What I said, I have to swallow it even when I cry.

Zhacha could only cry with a sad face, and went to poop with a depressed face.

Fortunately, Lige didn't really want to bully him alone. He pointed out the few orcs who were eavesdropping on them just now and were covering their mouths and laughing at the moment, and let them go with Chacha.

The few who laughed: mmp.

The matter of accumulating manure was considered by Lige when he was raising livestock last year. The main reason is that humans and animals have to excrete manure, and manure can be obtained everywhere. The various trace elements in the manure can be directly absorbed by the crops, and there is no pollution and disease. It is a real natural green organic fertilizer. Anyway, the septic tank is built next to the pigsty, which is some distance away from the tribe, and the smell is not as bad as the tribe. If you go there, you can also dispose of pig and sheep feces on the spot, which is a beautiful thing.

They covered more than half of their faces with masks, carried dung loads, and watered the [-] acres of land evenly according to Lige's requirements.

The orc's sense of smell is relatively sensitive, and it's really torture to do this job. Even if the decomposed dung doesn't have the smell of fresh dung, it's still very smelly.

After finishing this work, Zhacha felt that his nose was no longer his own, so he left the empty dung bag and was about to take a bath, but Lige called him from behind: "Zhacha, don't rush to take a bath, you first put the The manure bucket was brushed."

Chacha stopped suddenly on the spot and almost fell.

Rigg nearly burst out laughing.

The orcs who watched all this whispered to each other: "It's so miserable."

"Yeah, it's miserable. We have to be careful not to offend Er Bao in the future."

"Yeah, you can't say he's short—well."

The other orc covered his mouth in shock, looked left and right, and was relieved to see that Rigg hadn't noticed.

"Don't mention this word, Er Bao will explode as soon as he hears it."

"Hey, she looks so cute, but why is she so grumpy?"

"But don't you think, the pink little face and the serious look make people want to pinch it?"

"It's true when you say that, every time Erbao loses his temper, I seem to pinch his little round face and little fleshy feet."

"Yeah, yeah, I didn't think about it that way at first, but every time I press him with a serious face, it's like a little claw is scratching my heart."

"Then you have to hold back, or you will be the one picking shit next time."

"Uh, don't say such disgusting things, okay?"

If the prehistoric orcs had a wider knowledge, they would know that there is a word in the world called contrast cute.

In fact, all the murmurs of the orcs floated to Rieg's ears along the wind, and he felt a little wronged.

Although it is a bit of a grudge that Tchacha made fun of his height before, but the conscience of heaven and earth, the matter of applying farmyard manure is obviously a serious thing, okay, but Tzacha happened to pass by him, and the expression on his face was too relaxed, He is... In short, he is definitely not a vengeful person, okay? Ask Charlie if you don't believe me.

Charlie: whoosh whoosh

The translation is that everything Erbao said is right o(*￣︶￣*)o!

The author has something to say: Today’s chapter is a bit short, mainly because it was already 10:30 when I typed, and today’s condition is not very good. I can barely complete [-] words until after midnight. No matter how small a mosquito is, it’s still meat. Don't dislike your teeth.