Chapter 29 Stinky Grass
On the night of May 8th, the first year since the establishment of the Teng Tribe, it was sunny.
“Buzz buzz buzz…”
“Bang!”
Jiang Xuan was lying on the bed and he accurately slapped to death a mosquito that was about to suck his blood on his thigh.
But not long after, two more mosquitoes flew over and circled around him, looking for the best position to suck his blood, which was very annoying.
After slapping five mosquitoes to death, Jiang Xuan finally sat up helplessly, all desire to sleep gone.
As the weather gets hotter, the number of mosquitoes increases sharply and becomes very rampant. They bite people from time to time, suck a drop of blood, and leave an itchy bump, which makes people very uncomfortable.
It wasn't just mosquitoes; other insects also increased in number. All kinds of flying insects flew in through the gaps in the bamboo house, then flew around the fire pit. Some even flew into the fire and were burned to ashes.
Jiang Xuan sat on the bed and said helplessly: "It would be nice if there were mosquito coils."
If there are mosquito coils, mosquitoes will not dare to bite people blatantly, and those insects will be driven away or knocked unconscious.
Unfortunately, a box of mosquito coils that could be bought for a few dollars in the past life are nowhere to be found in this wild and primitive world.
When Jiang Xuan was feeling helpless, Chishao seemed to have heard the noise and walked towards him.
"Why aren't you sleeping?" Chishao asked with concern.
"There are too many mosquitoes. I can't sleep because of the biting." Jiang Xuan looked helpless.
After listening to Jiang Xuan's words, Chishao thought for a moment, picked up his spear, and said, "Take the torch and follow me out."
"good!"
Jiang Xuan didn't know what Chishao was going to do, and he was still very curious.
There were more than a dozen ready-made torches in the bamboo house, which were made by tying together broken bamboo and a large number of oil-rich branches.
Because the tribesmen have no electrical appliances, torches are the most important lighting tools at night. They usually make some in advance and light them directly in the fire pit when they need to be used.
Jiang Xuan took a torch, lit it, and followed Chi Shao to open the door of the bamboo house.
Going out at night is actually a very dangerous act, but the Teng tribe is guarded by ancient vines, and there are no ferocious beasts nearby. As long as you don't go too far, it is relatively safe.
“Chichichichi…”
After walking out of the bamboo house, the chirping sounds of insects around became more obvious, one after another, very lively but not noisy. Instead, it added some vitality to the summer night.
“Gugugugu…”
"Quack, quack, quack..."
Unknown birds are calling in the trees, and various frogs are croaking in the ponds and streams. Some are trying to attract the attention of the opposite sex, while others are just full and have nothing to do.
Jiang Xuan listened to the sounds of various animals and felt the cool night breeze, and he felt his irritable mood eased a lot.
This night walk would be a much better experience if it weren't for those annoying flying insects attracted by the fire.
“Bang!”
A snake appeared in front of them, and it did not move after seeing the fire. Chishao pressed the back of its head with a spear, then cut off the snake's head with a stone knife and put the snake's body into a leather bag he carried with him.
Chishao's movements were as smooth as flowing water, and even the expression on his face did not change much.
Many animals are attracted by the lights at night, and snakes are no exception. This unfortunate snake was attracted just for a little longer and ended up becoming food for the Vine Tribe.
Then, Chishao caught two unlucky frogs and unlucky big insects, and finally came to the forest on the left side of the bamboo house and found a clump of low plants.
This is a kind of weed. It looks no different from ordinary weeds, but when you get close to it, you can smell a strange and unpleasant odor.
It’s hard to say whether this smell is fragrant or smelly, but it doesn’t smell very pleasant anyway.
Chishao used a stone knife to cut the grass while explaining to Jiang Xuan, "This is called stinky grass. When the hunting team spends the night outside, they like to cut a few handfuls and throw some into the fire from time to time to drive away mosquitoes."
He cut a large pile of red peony roots, then found a vine to tie them up, and walked back carrying them in his hand.
After the juice in the bundle of stinking grass flowed out, the stench became more obvious. Jiang Xuan was surprised to find that even the number of flying insects attracted by the fire had decreased.
After returning to the bamboo house, Chishao placed a large bundle of stinking grass next to the fire pit, and dug out a pile of red-hot charcoal from the fire, pulled out a handful of stinking grass, tied them up, and placed them on top of the charcoal.
Under the roasting of the charcoal fire, some smoke came out of the stinking grass, and the unpleasant smell was instantly aroused, and the whole bamboo house was filled with this smell.
Even the three teenagers who were sleeping frowned slightly, opened their sleepy eyes, looked towards the fire pit, and made sure there were no unexpected situations before lying down to sleep again.
Although the smell is strong, the effect is still obvious.
Jiang Xuan was surprised to find that almost all the flying insects surrounding the fire pit and those annoying mosquitoes were smoked away.
Chishao said, “Tie the stinking grass into bundles and put them on the charcoal fire. They will burn longer. If you throw them directly into the fire, they will be burned to ashes in no time.”
Jiang Xuan nodded and said, "If the mosquitoes come again in the middle of the night, I will put another bundle of stinky grass there."
"It's all you need to know. I'll take care of these prey first."
Chishao yawned, and quickly cleaned the snakes, frogs, and large insects he had caught on the road, then hung them above the fire to smoke.
She thought about it, washed her hands again, and went to bed.
Washing hands is not because of cleanliness, the tribal people don't care about these things.
This is mainly because Jiang Xuan likes cleanliness and washes his hands carefully every time they get dirty. Over time, Chishao also developed a good habit of washing hands.
Jiang Xuan lay back on the bed and waited for a long time. Sure enough, there were no more annoying mosquitoes coming to suck his blood.
He smelled the strange smell and gradually fell asleep...
The next day, Jiang Xuan had just walked out of the bamboo house when Gan Song, looking anxious, came running over with a few tourists.
"Chief, it's bad. There are a lot of bugs in the fields. They are eating up all our crops."
"What?"
When Jiang Xuan heard this, he immediately came to his senses, and the first thing he thought of was the insect plague.
He didn't even have time to wash his face, and hurriedly said, "Take me to see it."
The crops in the fields are very important winter food for the Teng tribe.
After working so hard for so long and finally reclaiming so much land and planting so many crops, we absolutely cannot let them be destroyed by insect plagues.
Jiang Xuan followed Gan Song to the field, where he saw countless insects gnawing at the crops frantically. Many leaves of the crops had been eaten up, and even the tender stems and leaves were not spared.
Those tourists were trying hard to catch insects, but their speed was too slow. Compared with the huge number of insects, they were really stretched to the limit.
Jiang Xuan was shocked and angry. It was indeed an insect plague! "Chief, what should we do? There are too many insects. We can't catch them all."
Gan Song, who was always calm, couldn't keep his composure anymore. He had put a lot of effort into these crops. Seeing the crops being eaten by insects, he felt his heart bleeding.
"Don't worry, I'm trying to figure it out."
Jiang Xuan forced himself to calm down, constantly searching his mind for various experiences in controlling insect plagues, and trying to find a method that suits the current situation.
Thanks to book friend "ncat" for the reward.
(End of this chapter)
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