Radishes are indeed more effective in resisting hunger than fruits. The primitive people of Wodong highly praised radishes. Eating radishes with chopped green onion and salted fish soup was like a fairy-like life to them.
Well, even if we weren't making salt, we still had to work. We were constantly weaving ropes, which were in great demand, and constantly whittling wooden spears, which were in great demand. Out of wood? There's a big jungle over there, even closer than the sea. Let's get some people to cut it.
Even if you have enough water, you will still be full. How can you not work on such a beautiful day? In the Hai tribe, where food is relatively abundant, there is no such thing as wintering. In winter, everyone has to work.
Of course, Ma Yue was not worried about such serious exploitation as it was ordered by two priests and three leaders.
Two men and women of lesser physiques, while fishing and felling trees, fell into an ice hole and froze to death; another was unlucky enough to be crushed to death by a falling tree while felling trees. Two others, perhaps because their animal skins were too thin, suffered frostbite on their hands and feet, leaving them practically disabled.
Ma Yue felt a little reluctant. Even if he was skinny, he was still a laborer. However, seeing the two priests and three leaders acting as if it was natural, Ma Yue endured it and did not intervene.
Perhaps, to the two priests and three chiefs, the two frail men and women were not considered able-bodied men, so their deaths were allowed to be, saving food. Even among able-bodied men, casualties were inevitable when hunting in the past.
Primitive society is so cruel.
During this month of cold winter, only two people died in the tribe of 400 people. The two priests and three leaders were very satisfied with the result.
The grand campaign of boiling salt with hundreds of people finally came to an end. Even the salt-boiling team had several frostbitten and disabled people. Well, this is primitive society, the cruelty is too severe, I still have to slowly adapt to it.
The High Priest also went to this ice and snow festival, hoping to broaden his horizons. I don't know if it's because of the salt, but the High Priest's physique has gotten better and better over the past two years, and he walks with great energy.
This time, the Hai Tribe organized an eighty-member trade group, bringing with them twenty adult wildebeests. Their goal was to trade as much as possible. With the High Priest, Second Priest, and Chief Hai leading the group, Ma Yue had nothing to worry about.
Twenty wildebeests, and a lot of radishes, to see if they can sell. It's food, after all, so it's always valuable. Of course, as a large tribe, it's a bit stingy to only contribute coarse salt to the Ice and Snow Festival. Can radishes make up the difference?
As for sunflower greens, forget it. The yield is not as high as that of radish, and it is not enough for our family to eat.
Anyway, Ma Yue wasn't going. Walking that far in the middle of winter would be a real pain, right? As for the alluring "Uncovered Show," the so-called beauties with pointed chins and monkey cheeks didn't suit Ma Yue's aesthetic standards, so he naturally had no interest in them.
The trading group has left, but the Sea Tribe’s production activities, apart from boiling salt, must continue.
Ma Yue brought the second leader, Shuichong, to offer his sincere condolences to the disabled who were frostbitten. Shuichong then shared his personal experiences, saying that even if one's body is disabled, their spirit is not. Whether one has arms or legs, they can still work. No matter what they do, they have value in existence.
Those with disabled legs can weave ropes, grind tools and weapons; those with disabled arms and hands can dive and carry loads. Even if one has only one arm left, he can practice throwing stones and throwing spears, and perhaps he can still be a good fighter.
Frostbite, fur and skin are always in short supply.
Even though the Hai tribe exchanged coarse salt for a lot of furs, there were still about 200 elderly, weak, women and children in the tribe who did not have thick fur clothing. In winter, they could not leave the wooden houses at all and could only stay in the houses to work.
Lu and Ban weren't idle either. Their large wooden house in the outer city was quite spacious, further researching the new plow. As long as they were researching, there would always be some progress, right? Ma Yue, as a modern man, though he didn't understand plows, could offer some simple mechanical advice. He was always smarter than the primitive people, wasn't he?
Lu and Ban successively produced seven batches of plows. The last batch, supported by wildebeests, was already as powerful as two men turning the soil with bone shovels. Was this a huge improvement?
Ma Yue seemed to remember that the deeper the plow, the better. That was right, right? Just like living space, bigger is better, right? If the ground was plowed deeper, the seeds would probably be happier.
So, the plowshare should be harder and longer. If the plowshare is made of stone, it will break relatively easily, but that's unavoidable; production conditions are limited. Bone is relatively better for making plowshares, but it's too difficult to polish.
After receiving some suggestions from Lu and Ban, Ma Yue strolled over to the pottery team. The current pottery making technology was very poor. Ma Yue didn't even have the conditions to take a bath in a larger pottery basin. The larger the pottery, the easier it was to break.
Ma Yue truly had no idea about the principles of pottery making. His yellow and black pottery were quite impressive. Never mind, he was happy enough to be able to make basins, bowls, and jars. The largest finished pottery jar was less than a meter tall, so smaller ones were fine. There was no such thing as too much pottery; ideally, every member of the Sea Tribe would have a set.
However, the success rate of the pottery group is really not satisfactory. It's okay if they slow down. It's not something that needs urgent supplies. For the time being, it's okay for several people to share a pottery bowl. At most, several people can share a pottery basin to eat or drink soup together. Isn't that the same thing?
There's no other way. The Hai Tribe's biggest priority is making salt, so pots are the most common of their finished pottery. Even in the dead of winter, the pottery team is still making pots. These practical items are versatile and can be used for anything.
Besides, with current pottery craftsmanship, pottery isn't very durable and has a high breakage rate. Anyway, having pottery is good enough, and Ma Yue is quite content.
I strolled to the edge of the livestock pen. It was pretty good. Even the sheep were not afraid of the fire now. It was warm around the fire. Once the sheep got used to it, they would also want to be warm.
In the wildebeest pen, there were still a few lactating females, a dozen or so young, and calves of varying sizes. Was this the fruit of their efforts? Who says wildebeests have to give birth in the summer? Wildebeest calves haven't frozen to death in the winter, have they? Of course, the bonfire in the pen provided a significant warmth.
Yes, sheep and wildebeest are not afraid of fire. Once they get used to the warmth of fire, their chances of surviving the winter are greater.
As for wasting firewood to keep livestock warm? That doesn't matter. The primitive people of the Hai tribe who hibernate in winter will not be idle anyway.
As for rabbits, Ma Yue was too lazy to care about them. They had a very strong reproductive ability. In a litter, there could be as few as three or five rabbits, or as many as seven or eight. Their growth period was short, and they would grow up very quickly.
The Hai tribe has never been out of rabbit meat. Even in the cold winter, the 100-man salt-making team would bring a few rabbits as a reward every morning when they went out to make salt. After all, it was meat.
There are more than twenty pheasants of all sizes. Ma Yue has never been willing to steal eggs to fry them. However, these pheasants have only been domesticated recently, and the success rate of hatching eggs is not high. It doesn't matter if the progress is slow. Wasn't Rome built in a day?
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