Chapter 30: Burning Pests
Jiang Xuan stood in the middle of the vegetable field, and all he could see was insects eating the crops, and all kinds of "rustling" sounds were in his ears.
If he couldn't find a solution, all the crops in this large field would be eaten by insects, and even if they were growing tubers, the yield in the autumn harvest would be shockingly low.
"Chief, don't be anxious. Think carefully. Since the witch in your dream taught you how to plant, she must have taught you how to deal with this situation."
When Jiang Xuan was upset, a pair of warm hands were placed on his shoulders, and a gentle voice eased his nervous mood.
That's Chishao coming.
Jiang Xuan nodded, took a deep breath, and began to recall the various experiences in controlling insect plagues in his previous life.
The first method is manual extermination. This method is the simplest, but also the least efficient. With the limited manpower in the Teng tribe, the crops would be gone before all the pests were killed.
The second method is drug control, which is the fastest and most effective means of control. However, the Teng tribe does not have pesticides, so this method is simply not feasible.
Then there is the legendary practice of raising ducks to eat insects.
At present, apart from fish farming, the Teng tribe has no other breeding industry at all, not even a single duck.
This method doesn't work either.
This doesn’t work, and that doesn’t work either. What should I do?
Everyone was waiting for the leader to come up with an idea to deal with these pests, but Jiang Xuan was helpless. This feeling was really uncomfortable.
"You guys catch the bugs first, I'll think of a solution."
After Jiang Xuan left this sentence, he walked away dejectedly, hoping that walking and taking a look would bring him new ideas.
Gan Song and others looked at each other, and everyone could see that the leader seemed to be at a loss.
Gan Song gritted his teeth and said, "Catch the bug!"
Then, he picked up a bamboo tube, squatted on the ground and quickly caught insects. He would crush the head of each insect and throw it into the bamboo tube so that he could take it back and roast it to eat.
Those tourists also took action again, including Chishao and others, and joined the ranks of catching insects.
While catching insects, Chishao glanced at Jiang Xuan from time to time, with obvious worry on his face.
These arable lands were opened up by them bit by bit, and Chishao knew very well how much effort Jiang Xuan had put into farming.
If the insect plague cannot be resolved, it will be useless no matter how much land is reclaimed or how many crops are planted, as they will only become food for the insects.
They were good at dealing with wild beasts, but the tribesmen had no experience in dealing with such a large-scale insect plague.
Chishao could only worry and was unable to help at all.
Jiang Xuan walked slowly in the fields, constantly thinking of various ways to control insect plagues in his mind. Unfortunately, he had never experienced an insect plague himself and lacked experience in this area.
Are the crops that we have worked so hard to grow really going to fail?
Jiang Xuan was very unwilling, so he walked and walked until he came to the edge of the pond.
“Whoosh!”
In the water by the pond, a big frog suddenly opened its mouth, and its tongue shot out like lightning, caught a flying insect from the air, and then slowly swallowed it into its stomach.
Jiang Xuan's eyes lit up. It would be great if there were a large number of frogs and they could be released into the fields. They could eat a lot of insects.
Unfortunately, it is obviously unrealistic to catch frogs on short notice, so we can only rely on nearby frogs to consciously enter the fields to prey on insects.
Jiang Xuan's eyes dimmed again. With so few frogs nearby eating the insects, it would be just a drop in the bucket.
Jiang Xuan thought so hard that his headache raged and he walked back to the bamboo house without realizing it.
He sat by the fire, looking at the dancing flames, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind.
"Firelight, the insects' tendency to move toward light!"
As the saying goes, one thought leads to a hundred thoughts. When Jiang Xuan saw the fire, he naturally thought of how to deal with those damn pests.
Most of the pests in the fields of Fujiba are winged flying insects that fly in from other places.
Because of this, when they suddenly appear, they can cause serious damage to crops in the fields.
Because the Teng Tribe was unprepared, they never expected that a large number of insects would suddenly invade.
These winged flying insects are huge in number, reproduce very quickly, are extremely destructive to crops, and are very scary.
But they are not without weaknesses.
Their weakness is that, like most flying insects, they are attracted to light at night.
At night, they are most active and destructive.
They rely on moonlight and faint starlight to determine the direction of flight.
At this time, if there is a large bonfire, it will disrupt their flying direction, and they will finally plunge into the fire and be burned to ashes.
Of course, this is only true in theory. Whether these pests will actually rush towards the bonfire at night, we can only know by trying it.
With the mentality of trying everything possible, Jiang Xuan immediately walked out of the bamboo house and went to the field. He asked the three tourists to stop catching insects and to pick up firewood. Then he piled it up in the place where there were no crops in the field, making many firewood piles.
Next, we just have to wait for the night to fall.
Jiang Xuan and everyone worked hard to catch insects while anxiously waiting for the night to fall.
Time flies, the sun rises and sets, and the day quickly turns into night.
When night fell, Jiang Xuan lit a torch from the bamboo house, then walked into the fields and lit the piles of firewood one by one.
“Crackle, crackle…”
The dry firewood soon burned with crackling sounds, and piles of bonfires lit up, with the flames illuminating the night.
The flying insects that were flying around in the farmland and eating the crops were suddenly at a loss when faced with the sudden appearance of the strong light source.
They flew around randomly and then spiraled toward the fire.
“Bang!”
The first bug flew towards the bonfire, had its wings burned off, and fell into the fire, where it burst into flames.
This bug is just the beginning.
Soon, countless flying insects rushed over like piles of bonfires, and were burned and exploded by the blazing flames.
"good!"
The tourists who had been waiting nearby cheered, and Gan Song's face turned red with excitement.
Jiang Xuan stood next to a bonfire, watching the insects fall one by one, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
This method is effective, especially when dealing with these flying insects, the effect is very significant.
As long as these flying insects are burned to death, the remaining reptiles will not be as destructive, and the crops of the Teng tribe can be saved.
That night, countless insects were burned to death, and the smell of burning filled the entire open space, making countless wild animals afraid to approach.
The fire burned all night long, and it was not until dawn that Jiang Xuan and others returned to the bamboo house to sleep.
The same goes for tourists, who need to frequently add dry firewood or dead bamboo to the bonfire to keep it burning.
It was not until dawn that the bonfire gradually went out and everyone could go back to rest.
There is only one exception, and that is Gan Song.
He watched the last campfire go out, picked up a roasted brown insect from the side of the campfire, and put it in his mouth.
“Crack…”
The insect was roasted until it was crispy. Gan Song chewed it a few times and swallowed it.
He walked slowly in the fields, observing the crops carefully, and finally felt relieved when he found that the number of insects was very small.
"Great! If we burn it a few more times, we should be able to kill all these insects, and the crops we planted can continue to grow."
Gan Song stroked a round potato seedling with broken leaves and a relieved smile appeared on his face.
Thanks to the book friend "Looking Up at the Starry Sky with Infinite Imagination" for the reward.
(End of this chapter)
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