Chapter 28: Deep into the Swamp (Part 2)
The Tree Tribe set out in a hurry to the east, without even bringing a fire. A torch in the Black Forest would undoubtedly tell the enemy where they were.
The big trees were also a little unsure. Luo Chong had been walking for several days. Where was he now? Was he still alive?
None of the big trees knew, but if he didn't leave now, he would have to wait for death. He had no choice.
The enemies behind them had already found their tribe. The tree house that had provided them with survival for generations had now turned into a sea of fire. The fire was lit by the tree elder, and he could only do this now. He didn't know if he could burn to death a few enemies who had broken into their tribe.
The Tree Tribe, which originally had only 32 people, was reduced to only 30 people after this incident, and more than half of them were minors.
The adults carried wooden barrels and rabbits on their backs, and the younger children were held by the older children. When they were hungry, they ate some dried meat, when they were thirsty, they drank the strange salty tree juice, and when they were tired, they climbed up to the treetops to rest. The group was dejected and kept on going to the east of the Black Forest.
Originally, Dashu had no hope of finding Luo Chong, but he did not expect to see many branches sticking diagonally into the ground along the way, pointing to the east, and these branches were all newly cut. This gave Dashu great confidence, and he thought that these should be the marks left by Luo Chong.
These marks were indeed left by Luo Chong, but he made them at the beginning because he was afraid that he would not be able to find the way back, and prepared them for his return journey, but he did not expect that they would become the signposts for Dashu to find him.
When Luo Chong walked this road before, it took him two days, because he had to constantly correct his direction and keep cutting branches to make marks.
But Dashu and his friends were different. They followed the marks directly, and they did not know when the pursuers would catch up with them, so they only took a day and a half to reach the outskirts of the Black Forest.
It was already evening when they first came out, and the sky turned crimson under the reflection of the setting sun. It was the first time for the children of the Tree Tribe to see the outside world, and they were full of curiosity and questions. Not to mention them, even the adults had never walked so far.
Dashu also had questions. He wanted to know where Luo Chong had gone. The mark left by Luo Chong ended here. Where should he go to find him?
However, not long after walking, Dashu saw some new signs. There were many branches that had just been cut and small trees that had been cut down on the ground. These were made by Luo Chong when he was making horse gear and peeling bark to make ropes.
Moreover, by the stream below the slope, Dashu also found traces of fire, a pile of black charcoal extinguished by water. There were also many animal footprints on the soft mud beside the stream, including Luo Chong's. This was easy to confirm, after all, there were not many people wearing those strange boots.
But Dashu couldn't find where Luo Chong went next, so he could only spend a night here with the tribesmen. He thought that if Luo Chong wanted to go back, he would definitely go here again.
On the other hand, when Dashu led the tribesmen all the way east, escaping from pursuit and looking for Luo Chong, Luo Chong was also advancing into the depths of the swamp.
In the endless swamp wetland, Luo Chong, paddling a simple kayak, was riding the wind and waves. No, it was breaking through the thorns and breaking the water plants floating on the water.
This is actually the real danger of swamp terrain, because you don't know whether there is water or mud under these water plants.
Luo Chong, paddling the kayak, slowly moved forward while carefully looking at the plants beside him. His careful eyes were as difficult as finding a grain of sand in a dense field of millet.
Maybe someone would say, isn't it just rice? Who hasn't seen it in the countryside? Even city dwellers can occasionally see beautiful pictures of rice fields on the Internet, especially those with stepped and clearly layered rice fields, which are even more beautiful. But that is a rice field planted with countless plants that look exactly the same.
What Luo Chong is looking for is wild rice hidden among billions of reeds.
This is simple and easy, but it is also a hard job, because wild rice is not uncommon. On the contrary, the probability of its appearance is still very high.
The success of modern high-yield rice can be said to be due to fate. Grandpa Yuan, the father of hybrid rice in China, is the destined person.
Hybrid rice, as the name suggests, is what is used to hybridize rice? In fact, it is the unique vision of Bole. Grandpa Yuan accidentally discovered a wild rice with a strange appearance and strong vitality. After hybridizing it with domesticated artificially cultivated rice, we have the high-yield rice that our foodie nation can't finish eating.
Moreover, this is not an isolated case. In the mid-1980s, Grandpa Chen, a farmer in southern China, discovered a magical wild rice in the reeds of the saline-alkali land along the coast of GD. Grandpa Chen, who
has been growing rice for half his life, did not ignore it, but immediately realized the importance of this powerful organism that grows vigorously on the seashore and is super salt-alkali tolerant, so he went up and plucked it crazily, taking away the only 522 rice grains.
After repeated planting and experiments, the hundreds of rice grains finally developed into endless rice fields, making use of hundreds of millions of acres of barren saline-alkali land along the coast and inland of China, directly solving the food problem for hundreds of millions of people. The "Sea Rice 86" rice variety also became famous overseas and became the object of competition among countries around the world.
What Luo Chong is doing now can rewrite the history of this world, creating a cross-era initiative that allows humans to move from the hunting era to the farming era.
Then, in this primitive swamp, the probability of this kind of rice appearing should be very high, and it is also the food that water birds like to eat. Sure enough, God will not let down those who work hard.
Luo Chong used his spear to fiddle with the reeds beside him, searching as carefully as combing his hair, but he still found nothing.
However, this act of startling the snakes was indeed in line with the poem, "Struggling to cross
the river, startling a flock of gulls and herons." Luo Chong swept through the reeds with a stick, and suddenly, a flock of water birds flew up from the reeds not far away, startling Luo Chong, who turned his head and looked.
In a reed marsh not far away, there was a small piece of "reed" with ears hanging on it, standing out among a group of friends. Luo Chong's eyes suddenly burst into light, and he couldn't help but feel happy. It was it, it was it, it was it, our good friend, wild rice.
Luo Chong grinned and laughed when he found the target, and then sat in a kayak and paddled hard towards the shallow mudflat.
Once, twice, just as Luo Chong's boat was about to reach its destination, a burst of human shouting suddenly sounded behind him.
"Hey, #￥%……&**……%￥#￥@#@"
"@##……&()）&……%￥"
What? Who the hell is shouting?
Luo Chong looked back in the direction of the voice, and saw a few naked primitive people floating in the water behind him, holding a few driftwoods, waving at him and shouting non-stop, looking very anxious.
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