"Great chief, it smells so good!" The trading team of the Flying Donkey Tribe set up camp halfway. The subordinates cooked meat in a clay pot and threw fried chopped green onions into it. The aroma irritated the nostrils.
"Add some more garlic to the fish soup!"
"Wow!" If there is garlic in the fish soup, the taste...
"A bunch of country bumpkins!" The chief of the Flying Donkey Tribe had lunch with Ma Yue, and the food was even more delicious.
These onions and garlic are truly excellent. The Hai Tribe hadn't deceived them at all; they were experimenting with cooking meat and fish right there. With these two treasures, the profit from the price difference this time was probably greater than from the salt itself.
That's right, the Feilu tribe brought too many sheep, so where did the Hai tribe get so much salt? So, Ma Yue used his old trick again and sold the two sharp tools, onions and garlic, very well. As a result, the exchange of salt became just a part of it.
"Please keep all the green onion leaves for me. If you lose a single green onion, I will break your legs!" To the chief of the Flying Donkey Tribe, the many green onions he got in exchange were like many donkeys and sheep.
"Don't worry, Chief. It's a precious thing. It would be a crime to lose even a leaf."
"You're smart. If the trade goes well, we'll keep some of these onions and garlic to take back to the tribe."
"Yeah!" The strong men in the tribe began to cheer. Who the hell doesn't like to eat delicious food?
The chief of the Feilu tribe was very pleased. As the leader of a tribe, he was most pleased to receive everyone's support.
The high priest breathed a sigh of relief when they arrived at the Stone City of the Hai Tribe. Fortunately, with the presence of the divine charlatan, the transaction of thousands of sheep was finally successfully completed. The salt production was seriously insufficient due to the lack of sufficient inventory.
Fortunately, we planted 200 acres of onions and garlic this winter. The Hai tribe tried it out themselves and the results were great.
After all, he is a charlatan who can communicate with the sea god. How can he be so smart?
Corn, yes! Next year's corn planting area must be expanded. What the charlatan said must be right. The high priest secretly made up his mind to plant corn on all the extra arable land. Even if the yield was not as good as radish, the charlatan must have his reasons.
Although the high priest who had eaten corn did not think it was anything special, in terms of resisting hunger, it was not as good as eating meat.
Isn't this nonsense? The emptying period of meat is of course the longest. In this era, there is no tea. Eating only meat is nonsense, isn't it?
Ma Yue remembered the historical records of his previous life, in which the grassland people who ate only meat would pay a heavy price to exchange for a rough tea brick to promote digestion. After all, it is definitely not enough to eat only meat.
We haven't found tea yet, so it will be better if we combine meat and vegetables and eat staple foods, and make the nutrition as comprehensive as possible.
Whether in the grassland branch or the new city, growing green onions and garlic is prohibited. Why? To keep it secret for a few more years. The green onions and garlic are grown on the several hundred acres of land east of the Stone City headquarters, making it difficult for ordinary people to access.
The onions sold don’t even have seeds, so there’s no chance you’d plant them even if you wanted to, right?
"God of God, can you give this Stone City a name?"
"Straightforward, Poseidon City!"
"Okay!" The high priest smiled happily, "What about the new city?" The people of the Hai tribe like to name it Ma Yueqi, so a city would be the best.
"We defeated two thousand grassland people with seven hundred warriors, establishing the prestige of the Sea Tribe in one fell swoop. So, let's call it Seven Hundred City."
As a result, the two stone cities of the Hai tribe both had names, which is of historical significance.
In this primitive society where force reigns supreme, if you don't constantly arm and strengthen yourself, you'll eventually fall. The name Seven Hundred City was a legend among the Hai Tribe for a time, commemorating the seven hundred warriors who participated in the great battle outside the city (though of course, that battle was also quite brutal, with less than five hundred left alive).
Ma Yue did not give out any medals or anything like that for this. After all, the Hai tribe had fought many times since its infancy, and many warriors had died in battle. It would be bad to show favoritism to some and disdain to others.
The meaning of Ma Yue's "Seven Hundred Cities" is simply to let the people of the Hai tribe not forget the foundation of survival - martial arts - while farming and boiling salt!
Fortunately, the Hai tribe has always had a good martial spirit. During the free time at work, the Hai tribe's personal training and overall military training have never been interrupted.
"What if it doesn't rain much in the future?" Ma Yue had considered this problem before. The current farming of the Hai tribe basically depends on the weather.
The prairie has good weather and basically does not require watering after farming, so the labor required does not seem to be much, mainly breaking up the soil and weeding. This is why Ma Yue insisted on entering the prairie.
"The yield per mu is not high to begin with. Do I have to water the crops myself? What about the farmland that is far away from the river? Do I have to dig canals myself? That would be even more troublesome." Ma Yue became more and more upset the more he thought about it.
If you really need to carry water to irrigate the land...
Dependence on the weather for food has been a major issue throughout history. Building canals was a massive undertaking, something every dynasty had to contend with, yet none could afford to undertake. What happened during a drought? Historically, farmers had to flee famine, essentially relying on the weather for their livelihoods.
As the saying goes, only with good weather can there be a good harvest.
I may be overthinking it. This is a primitive society, there is not so much industrial pollution, and the climate is so good, so how could there be a drought?
What should we do if a drought really happens?
The crops have no harvest, and they can only rely on livestock. What else can they do? In fact, the current Hai tribe cannot rely solely on farming to make a living.
Currently, the farmland in Poseidon City and Seven Hundred Cities is located relatively close to the city walls, and no consideration has been given to developing it along the riverbanks. After all, the riverbanks are too restrictive, and we can't just develop along the riverbanks in a strip-like pattern, as that would simply become increasingly longer.
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