This Is My Primitive Tribe

"Everyone worked harder, and went back to eat after digging these fields!"

In the cultivated land, Gan Song tried to turn the wasteland over with a bone stalk while shouting to the tourists.

As soon as the tourists heard the word "eat", their tired bodies suddenly became full of strength and their energy was even stronger.

The soil on the wasteland is very compact, and it is also covered with grass roots, tree roots, gravel, etc. It takes a lot of effort to open it up.

But for those tourists, they have food to open up wasteland, which is much better than their previous life, at least they don't have to go to the jungle to fight the wild beasts.

Thanks to the efforts of Gan Song and these tourists, the cultivated area of ​​the Veng tribe is expanding little by little.

If all goes well, these new farmlands will bring more food to the Vine tribe.

In front of the bamboo house, Jiang Xuan drained all the water from a pond dug last year.

At the bottom of the pond embankment, a simple drainage channel was built with stones before, and it was only necessary to dig out the stone mud that blocked the drainage channel.

"Crash..."

The drainage channel was dug by Jiang Xuan, and the water in the pond flowed out.

On the inside of the drainage channel, Jiang Xuan put a small fence, which can not only drain the water, but also prevent the fish in the pond from running out.

Dajiao and a few tourists stood beside Jiang Xuan, each holding a rattan basket in his hand, which was used to hold fish.

When the water in the pond was drained, Dajiao and the tourists went into the pond barefoot and put fish in rattan baskets.

"When you see a big-bellied female fish, be careful, catch it out alone, put it in the rattan basket by the creek, and pour the other fish into other ponds to continue raising."

"okay."

Dajiao agreed, and then led the people to continue catching fish.

Jiang Xuan caught a big-bellied female fish with his own hands, and then carefully took it to the side of the creek.

There is a large rattan basket by the stream, placed in a place where the water is gentle, half submerged and half above the water.

Jiang Xuan put the female fish into the rattan basket. The female fish swam twice, and then gradually calmed down. The fish gills opened and closed in the clear stream, absorbing the oxygen in the water.

Jiang Xuan and Dajiao, as well as those tourists, took away all the fish that could be seen in the pond, and finally got a dozen large-bellied female fish.

These female fish are herbivorous fish, and there are already a lot of eggs in their abdomens, which Jiang Xuan intends to use to cultivate fry.

Because of this, he will specifically clean up a pond.

Otherwise, there will be too many trash fish in the pond, and they will eat the eggs they lay, making it impossible to breed many fish.

"Boss, why do we have to raise our own fry?"

Dajiao asked Jiang Xuan.

In his opinion, wouldn't it be easier to just catch the fish outside for fattening?

While cleaning up the pond mud, Jiang Xuan asked, "Dajiao, have you ever thought that the fish in the river will gradually decrease after we have been fishing for a long time?"

Dajiao was stunned for a moment, and said uncertainly: "Will it be?"

"Of course it will, didn't you notice that the fish in the creek has decreased?"

Dajiao thought about it for a moment, then nodded, and said, "It seems that it has indeed become less."

Jiang Xuan continued: "This situation, with the increase of our tribe's population, will become more serious, until one day, we will not be able to catch decent big fish in the creek or in the river. Not even small fish!"

Jiang Xuan's words made Dajiao's emotions tense.

Fish is one of the important food sources for the Vine tribe. Without fish, it would be hard for him to imagine what kind of scene it would be like.

"Then... what should we do?" Dajiao asked subconsciously.

"It's simple."

Jiang Xuan packed the pond mud in a fine rattan basket and poured it out of the pond embankment, then looked at Dajiao, and said, "We cultivate the fry by ourselves, and then put the fry in the pond, creek, and Feiyu River every year. ."

"Chief, I can understand... put it in a pond, but if you put it in a creek and a flying fish river, won't the fish run away?"

As a tribesman, Bighorn had a hard time understanding this behavior.

Jiang Xuan smiled and said, "Think about it another way. Apart from our tribe, there is no other tribe fishing around here!"

"That seems to be right."

"So, whether it is a small stream or a flying fish river, it is equivalent to our big fish pond. Those fry that are released will be ours sooner or later."

After listening to Jiang Xuan's words, Dajiao still didn't quite understand it, but he didn't bother about it any more.

Anyway, the leader is smarter, what the leader says, they can just do it.

Jiang Xuan took Dajiao and a few tourists to clean up the pond mud accumulated in the pond, and some trash fish hidden in the pond mud were also cleaned up at the same time.

For example, loach, yellow eel, black fish, etc., if they are allowed to live in the pond, a large number of fish eggs and fry will be eaten.

"Okay, now I've drained the water, cleaned up the pond mud, and left it in the sun for two more days, and it'll be fine."

Jiang Xuan walked to the creek, washed his hands carefully, and then instructed Dajiao to put a lid on the rattan basket and look after these female fish.

After busy with the fish pond, the time has come to noon.

"dinner's ready!"

The woman in charge of cooking shouted, and then, whether it was the Teng tribe's clansmen or the tourists, they packed up their tools and happily returned to their respective houses, taking the humble bowls and chopsticks.

Most of them take bamboo bowls, because the rattan tribe has a large bamboo forest, and bamboo bowls are the easiest to obtain.

As for chopsticks, in fact, most people are not used to using them, but they cannot eat without chopsticks, so they work hard to learn how to use chopsticks.

Soon, a spectacular scene of more than 100 people eating a meal appeared.

"Come one by one, don't crowd, you won't starve to death!"

Several fierce women are responsible for feeding the tourists. Although they have a bad tone, the tourists all laugh with them. After all, if she offends her, it is easy to starve.

A few mouthfuls of large pottery dings were cooked with various foods, including plant tubers, wild vegetable leaves, bamboo shoots, and some meat.

This kind of chaotic stew, the taste cannot be forced, but tourists don't care about the taste, they only care about whether they can fill their stomachs.

After eating, these tourists can scoop up a bowl of soup to drink. Although there are not many vegetables in the soup, the tourists still rush to drink it because the soup is salted and has a salty fragrance.

Before coming to the Vine tribe, they never thought that one day they could eat salt every day.

It is a very happy thing for these tourists to have rice and salt to eat. What taste do you want?

Jiang Xuan also returned to the bamboo house to eat. The food he eats is better than that of tourists, at least there is more meat and the taste is better.

And he also has pottery bowls and carefully polished bamboo chopsticks.

Jiang Xuan filled a bowl of food, then walked outside the bamboo house and sat on a flat stone, basking in the sun and watching the distant scenery while eating comfortably.

This is a rare leisure time in the day.

Nan Xing was also sitting next to Jiang Xuan. Chishao, Uncaria, and Loach were all out hunting, and they didn't come back so soon.

Jiang Xuan was digging for food in his mouth. Suddenly, he saw a group of very large birds appearing in the sky, and they were flying lower and lower, as if they were about to land in the Vine tribe.

Jiang Xuan stood up immediately. With his extraordinary eyesight, he found that these big birds had a lot of things on their backs, as if there were people.

Who are these people? What do they want to do?

Jiang Xuan had doubts in his heart, and stared at the sky vigilantly.