Prehistoric Survival Records

The Jiufang tribe hurriedly marched back with a few thousand catties of good things. Although the return journey took a third longer than the time before, the time spent in the Xiyang tribe was much less than expected, and it was still on schedule. Back to the prairie.

Walking out of the jungle and hilly areas and seeing the vast grasslands, everyone's emotions are visibly elevated. Only those who have traveled far can understand the saying that the day before yesterday is good at home.

Seeing the large arbor used to escape the summer heat indicated that they had arrived home.

Chacha was more excited, and directly leaned against the arbor and roared for a long time. After the sound, the whole tribe was boiling. Regardless of what they were doing at the time, the whole tribe, old and young, put down their work and ran to the gate, waiting for Lige and the others to arrive. By the time of the deep ditch outside the building complex, all the clansmen had gathered at the gate to welcome them back.

Just when the two parties were about to have a long-lost reunion hug with tears in their eyes, Rigg yelled everyone to stop.

Facing everyone's eyes on what are you doing, Rieg scratched his head: "Everyone, don't rush to hug, we have been out for so many days, spanned a third of the continent, and met so many strangers of different races, I don't know if it will bring back some strange bacteria and viruses, let's go take a bath first."

In the era without antibiotics and other treatments, the best way to prevent cross-infection is to take a bath frequently. Take more precautions. It doesn’t matter if you walk around the door for a while. When you come back from a long trip, take a bath and wash off the bacteria and germs that may exist on your body. It is very necessary, and this is also the original meaning of Jiefengwashchen (I made it up).

The concept expressed by Rieger was too trendy. Did the orcs understand the last sentence, but they understood a little and wanted to take a bath.

Immediately realized.

Oh oh oh oh, it's time to take a bath, how comfortable it is to take a bath, we all want to take a bath from time to time when we stay in the tribe, and when we go out, the first thing we want to do when we come back is not a matter of course.

So Lige and the others unloaded the goods and went straight to the bathroom, scrubbed every crevice of the hair and skin with soap, soaked in hot water, and enjoyed the hot spring service before soaking until they became dizzy and glowing red Come out and receive hugs from the clansmen lining up.

Lige let the clansmen hug him with embarrassing faces for a while, and they turned to Lige, and stretched out their sinful hands to Charlie.

Then Charlie pecked hard on the back of his hand.

Well, this is a pup who doesn't like to be picked up by anyone outside his family, and he will peck anyone who dares to reach out to him.

The females didn't get angry when they were pecked, they giggled and intentionally stretched out their hands together, and laughed unscrupulously when they saw that Charlie was making a fuss about being teased by them.

Rigg stood watching the excitement for a while, and finally rescued Charlie when he was about to explode.

Charlie stood behind his brother in a shaggy mess, staring warily at the laughing people in front of him - females and all, it was horrible.

After taking a bath, Lige made a brief report to the patriarch Bu on what he had experienced and what he saw along the way, and of course there was no part in the Xiyang tribe.

Bu was speechless, touched his chin at last and said with emotion: "The outside environment is more complicated than I imagined, and you all worked hard this trip."

Lige waved his hand: "Hey, it's okay, it's just that I really don't plan to go to the place of the Xiyang people."

Sermon: "It's okay not to go, you are still young, let Keshan and the others go by themselves next time, and you stay in the clan to be happy with my old man. You don't feel it when you are naughty in the clan. Once you leave these days , I feel strangely quiet, and I’m not used to it.”

Rigg: Let's just take it for granted that you're complimenting me.

Rieg: "You didn't understand what I meant. I mean, it's not just me. If there are no accidents, Keshan and the others probably don't need to go."

Bu: "Didn't you say that the Sirang people have many things that our people need?"

Lige: "There are things, but after I went to see it this time, I knew it. The level of development on their side was lower than I thought. This time I bought most of the seeds and farm tools for vegetables and food. It should be It’s enough for us to use for a while, and we won’t be afraid of anything after we save our own seeds for breeding in autumn.”

Bu: "It's good that you know it in your heart. Anyway, the development of our tribe in the future will depend on you, the younger generation. I rely on you to enjoy my happiness."

As usual, Rigg touted how much Rainbow Fart made him feel numb all over, and Lao Huai left in relief.

Speaking of it, Lige is really confident. With the things he brought out from the Xiyang tribe, coupled with the strength shown by their tribe and the atmosphere of raising and lowering in the end, he is not afraid that he will not be in the hearts of those orcs. Make an impression, as long as you have an impression, take it step by step, there is no rush.

Walking out of the lounge, Rieg first inspected the closest and most important bacteria room. As soon as he entered the bacteria room, he felt that the temperature and humidity in the house were maintained at a condition suitable for the growth of mushrooms. The four major edible fungi grow densely, and the row of shelves near the door are planted with shiitake mushrooms, one of which has traces of recent cutting, exposing the brown shiitake mushroom stalks, and there are white jade mushrooms and oyster mushrooms that are about to mature on the other shelves And Flammulina velutipes, not big in size, but chubby, it looks like it has been taken good care of.

Nodding in satisfaction, Rieg asked Charlie to take him to inspect the pigsty, sheep pen and vegetable field. The pigs and sheep gave birth to many cubs, and Rigg was eating leisurely in the pen when he fell down. The rings are all cleaned up. Although the peculiar smell cannot be avoided, this smell is completely within the acceptable range.

The seeds he sowed in the vegetable field when he left, sprouted lushly. Among them, the fastest growing pepper seedlings are as high as the palm of your hand, and the relatively slow ones are the seedlings of some herbal plants, which is also reasonable. Several seasons can be harvested in a year, and many herbs can only be harvested once in many years, so let’s just plant them, and it doesn’t cost much.

The few orcs who tended the field took good care of these seedlings. There was not a single weed in the field, and the land looked like it had just been watered. The soil had good air permeability and was moderately dry and wet.

The kilns standing by the lake have all started to work after a winter of silence. There are those who burn charcoal with salary, those who dig mud and prepare mud, those who demould, mold, and kilns.

A little farther away, there is a full-time salt maker in the tribe. The white snow salt is piled up into small mountain bags, packed into clay pots and sealed, and then transported to several houses in the tribe specially used for salt storage.

Although it is spring, it is a scene of sweltering heat. The orcs are sweating profusely, and the linen vests that were originally prepared for the hot summer are all worn out early. It was open, and the boys who were shuttled to various working places to deliver soup and water, saw Rieger and Charlie, and jumped up and said hello to them from a long distance away.

Taking a deep breath of the friendly air of his own tribe, Rieg found with satisfaction that during the days he was away, everything in the tribe was running as usual. Even without him as the supervisor, the upright big guys did not slack in their work.

A sentence suddenly appeared in Rieger's mind: the gold and silver kennels are not as good as our own dog kennels, not to mention, ours is the out-and-out golden kennel.

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Spring is already halfway through, and in order not to miss the farming season, it is imperative to plant the thousands of catties of seeds exchanged from the Sirang people as soon as possible.

So I only gave people including myself a day off, and the next day Rieg drove people into the field with a small leather whip.

With this new batch of seeds, the planting area of ​​[-] acres of fields is very insufficient.

So I had to go back to my old job of opening up wasteland.

This time at least one hundred and eight thousand acres must be planted, otherwise there will be too many seeds and it will not be able to grow.

So with the [-]-acre experimental field as the center, another huge piece of land was encircled and burned. Anyway, the entire grassland is basically theirs, and no one cares about their land tax. The love circle is as big as it is. This is the real prehistoric landlord. Woolen cloth.

To prevent the fire from burning too much and affecting the seedlings that have been planted, we can only break it up into pieces and break them piece by piece, cutting out a huge isolation zone in the middle, so, let’s burn it.

After burning the wasteland, the whole tribe, adults and children, went to battle together, and each person gave out a pointed bamboo board, planed whatever they saw, and killed the unburnt piles, stones and other obstacles in the field one by one.

The field area is too large, more than a hundred orcs rushed into the field, scattered like rice grains on a chessboard, bending and squatting, if not for Lige's good eyesight, they would not be able to see a few people, Only then did Lige realize that there was a big trouble here. Thousands of catties of seeds had to be planted in the ground. How many people were required to take care of it? Even the orcs in the clan couldn't do such a job even if their claws were worn out, let alone It is also impossible to gather people together to farm every day, because there are a lot of other jobs to do.

No wonder, before the technological revolution, countries with smaller populations were less able to develop. In the era of purely relying on human labor, there was not enough manpower, and there was nothing else to talk about. For example, tribal construction is like a car, and manpower Like a horse pulling a cart, the horse can't pull it at all, so how can the cart move forward?

Lige just hoped that at this time, some farmers would be sent down for him from the sky, otherwise the whole clan would be exhausted, and the thousands of catties of seeds would not be able to handle it.

The orcs have been cultivating wasteland for two days. Although the tribe provides food and drink, they are already in a crazy state of mind. Reclaiming wasteland is really exhausting!

Our waists are going to be broken, really broken!

We are not squeamish, but our hands are really full of purple blood blisters!

It hurts to touch it!

Lige had no choice but to comfort everyone, it’s okay, the big deal is that we will postpone the planting progress, it’s okay if we can’t plant a few thousand catties, let’s do half of it first, and it’s okay if we don’t agree to a thousand acres of barren land, we’ll cultivate five hundred acres first, everything will be fine Discuss, don't kick your child.

Help Tsa Tha to remove the two big blood bubbles on his hands, squeeze out the bruises, wrap the tape on it, let Tsa Tha go to rest for a while and don't do it.

Lige also opened the bamboo tube and poured a mouthful of cool water. He was exhausted after treating all the small wounds on the orcs' bodies for a whole day.

It's not that the orcs are not thick enough, it's mainly because the body parts and force methods used in the past are not suitable for orcs.

The palms of the orcs are not used to holding the handle for a long time. The proportion of the orcs with an average height of more than 2 meters is damn good. Almost all of them are legs below the chest. For them, bending over to farm is like bending down to farm. It is the tears of those who smell sad and see.

Fortunately, everything has a process. It is estimated that when the blood bubbles in their hands fade away, they will be able to learn this kind of unnatural physical labor. There is no solution to the problem of lowering their waists. They should use their brains on farm tools to create Farm tools suitable for the height of orcs are not a big problem, and the prospects are not so dark.

It's just that for the time being, the orcs are howling a bit, which is a bit unbearable.

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Wuyouzi and his daughter-in-law;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution:; Messy but elegant; 10 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!