Chapter 371 Old Witch, We Were Wrong
"The iron smelting method is a top secret of our tribe and must not be leaked. The smelting workshop must be guarded day and night. Except for those responsible for transporting ore and smelting iron, no one else can approach without permission!"
On the riverbank, Jiang Xuan held the iron knife he had just refined and issued a death order.
Shi Qiu said with a serious face: "Don't worry, Chief. I will personally select two teams of soldiers to be in charge of the patrol. There will definitely be no problems."
Jing Jie said: "There will be no problem with the supply of ore. I will personally lead people to the Bamboo Rat Tribe to trade."
Jiang Xuan nodded and said, "The new territory does not have enough manpower yet, and there are many places that need to be built. You should work harder and worry more about various affairs. The tribe will not forget your efforts."
After a conversation, Jiang Xuan took Shi Qiu and others back to the new territory to continue smelting more iron tools.
These iron and bronze tools will enable the new territory of the Teng tribe to develop more rapidly, allowing the Teng tribe to surpass those old large tribes in a relatively short period of time and truly gain a foothold in the central region.
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East Wilderness, Eagle Tribe.
Unlike the warm and humid climate of the Southern Wilderness, the Eastern Wilderness had already entered deep autumn at the end of September.
At this time, the large tracts of crops at the foot of the Eagle Tribe mountain had all been harvested, and the Eagle Tribe members who followed the old witch to farm were using rattan baskets to carry grain and vegetables to their settlements on the mountain.
Even the straw was not wasted, as it made excellent fire starter.
Firewood is also a very important commodity for the tribesmen who make fire every day.
The old witch sat on the edge of the field, looking at the tribesmen coming and going and the fields becoming bare, and a comfortable smile appeared on his wrinkled face.
“No need to worry about people starving to death this winter.”
The old witch stood up, brushed the dust off his butt, put his cracked, dirt-covered hands behind his back, and walked slowly up the mountain, just like an ordinary old farmer.
On New Eagle Mountain, the Eagle Tribe’s hunting team returned, but today’s hunting results were not ideal and everyone was a little frustrated.
Autumn is the best season to stockpile food for the winter. If you miss this period, it will be more difficult to find prey once it starts snowing.
In the wooden house, the chief's face was also full of worry. The Eagle Tribe had a large population, and if they couldn't find enough food before the snow, the winter would be difficult to endure.
Just then, a tribesman who followed the old witch to farm the land ran in hurriedly, shouting as he ran.
"Chief... Chief..."
The leader of the Eagle Tribe was already in a bad mood, and he became even more upset when he heard the shouting: "Why are you so flustered? Is the sky falling?"
The tribesman seemed not to notice the leader's ugly expression, and shouted to himself: "Chief, there are not enough rooms for storing food!"
"What? Say it again!"
When the Eagle Tribe leader heard these words, he almost suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.
The tribesman held his head high and said, "All the crops at the foot of the mountain have been harvested today. The wooden houses on the mountain used to store food are full. The old witch asked the leader to lead people to build a few more wooden houses."
After the Eagle Tribe member finished speaking, his face was full of pride.
When the old witch wanted to farm, almost no one in the Eagle Tribe agreed, because in their stubborn ideas, the income from farming was far less than that from hunting and gathering.
Over the past six months, the tribesmen who followed the old witch to farm the land have been ridiculed a lot, and they all feel very angry.
After waiting for a long time for the crops to be harvested, and the harvest was quite good, they could finally hold their heads high!
"The pile...is full. Let's build a wooden house?"
The leader of the Eagle Tribe still couldn't believe his ears and even wondered if he was dreaming.
As the most powerful warrior of the Eagle Tribe, he was also a staunch supporter of hunting. To be honest, if it weren't for the old witch's noble status, he would never have agreed to let him take so many people to farm.
In the past six months, except for a few times when he visited the fields at the foot of the mountain when the land was first being reclaimed, he hardly ever went there again.
However, he never imagined that the old witch really led people to cultivate the land, and the harvest was far beyond his imagination.
"Come on, take me to see it."
Food is the most important material for a tribe to survive. The leader of the Eagle tribe no longer cared about being reserved. He immediately stood up and walked outside in a hurry.
When the chief arrived at the place where the Eagle Tribe stored food, the place was already bustling with people.
When the Eagle Tribe members saw baskets of food and vegetables being transported up the mountain and piled up into small hills, everyone was excited.
This was a scene they had never seen before, and the harvest from the crops far exceeded their expectations.
In fact, since the Eagle Tribe was cultivating land in the first year, they had to deal with problems such as weather, pests and diseases, various animals eating the food, and insufficient soil fertility. Even though the old witch brought back a lot of experience and technology from the Vine Tribe, the yield was still not high.
But most tribesmen had too low expectations for the harvest from farming. Based on their experience of slash-and-burn farming, apart from fruit trees, it was already very good to be able to harvest a basket of food from planting on a hillside.
So, when they saw the mountains of grain and vegetables, the shock in their hearts was beyond words.
Even the usually arrogant hunting team did not dare to say a word, because the amount of prey they brought back this time was very small, which formed a sharp contrast with the mountains of food on the ground.
When the leader of the Eagle Tribe walked to the piles of food and vegetables and picked up a yam that was bigger than his palm, his hands were shaking.
He looked at the tribesmen who were still carrying rattan baskets to transport food and vegetables here, and the excitement in his heart was beyond words.
The Eagle Tribe witch also came out. He stood in front of a pile of sweet potatoes for a long time, then suddenly shouted, "What are you all standing there for? Help with the work. How dare you eat these things if you don't work?"
The members of the Eagle Tribe who were in a heated discussion finally came to their senses, and then, under the command of the leader and the witch, immediately took various tools to help transport food, vegetables, and plant straw.
The leader of the Eagle tribe called on a group of people to build a new wooden house to store the food and vegetables, and the entire Eagle tribe was busy.
When night fell, the busy Eagle tribe leader and witch finally had some free time.
The two discussed for a moment, and then walked together towards the bamboo house where the old witch lived.
In the bamboo house, the old witch was cooking food in a pottery pot.
This pottery tripod was brought back from the Teng tribe and was one of the gifts given to him by Chishao. There is an eagle pattern on the outer wall of the pottery tripod, which is very beautiful.
In addition to the pottery tripod, there are also simple wooden tables, wooden stools, pottery bowls, chopsticks and other items in the house. Except for the lack of the "Map of Herbs in the Wilderness" carved from high-quality stone, the furnishings are almost exactly the same as the wooden house where the old witch lived in the Teng tribe.
“Gulp gulp…”
The water in the pottery tripod boiled, and the aroma of grains and meat mixed together and emanated, forming an enticing aroma that filled the room.
“Squeak…”
Just then, the door of the bamboo house was pushed open.
The new witch and the leader of the Eagle Tribe walked in with their heads slightly lowered. The old witch with a face full of shame apologized: "Old witch, you are right to farm, we are wrong..."
The old witch waved his hand and said, "It's all for the tribe, there's no right or wrong. I cooked a lot today and I can't finish it all by myself. Since you're here, sit down and have a bowl."
At the old witch's invitation, the two looked at each other and finally sat down by the fire pit.
The old witch scooped a bowl of broth for each of them with a soup spoon, then picked up two pairs of chopsticks and said, "Use these? These won't burn your hands when you pick up food."
"good."
In the past, new witches and leaders would have found it difficult to accept chopsticks because it was too difficult to control two small wooden sticks to pick up food with ease.
But now, they accepted it because the old witch had proved that everything he brought back from the Southern Wilderness was useful.
The three of them sat by the fire, eating and chatting. For the first time, the new witch and the chief really wanted to understand the Vine Tribe in the Southern Wilderness, so they asked the old witch many questions.
The old witch patiently answered their questions one by one and told them about the rapid rise of the Vine Tribe and all the creative new things. This opened their eyes and brought about some new changes in the tribe's future plans.
Thanks to the book friend "閒看苑" for the reward.
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