Chapter 315 Prevention and Control of Soil Desertification
May and June are supposed to be rainy months in summer, but there was no rain in the northern part of the Teng tribe for two consecutive months.
Under the scorching heat of summer, the grass and trees in the northern forests dried up quickly, and the groundwater level dropped rapidly due to the expansion of the Great Rift Valley and the drought. Even the Flying Fish River was inevitably affected.
Fortunately, the Great Swamp allows nearby tribes to temporarily meet their water needs. But if this situation continues, even though the Great Swamp has a wide area, it will probably shrink day by day.
To the north of the Teng tribe, Jiang Xuan walked in the dry forest, looking at the flying dust, frowning and said: "It seems that I still underestimated the impact of the Great Rift Valley. If this continues, this place will probably slowly turn into a desert like the Western Wasteland."
Jiang Xuan reached out and grabbed a swirling leaf, whispering, "This won't do. We must make plans early and not just sit there and wait for death."
Jiang Xuan walked and thought in the woods. After sorting out his thoughts, he immediately returned to the tribe and discussed his ideas with Chishao.
Because she has trained many witch doctors and all the affairs of the tribe are arranged in an orderly manner, Chishao is no longer as busy as before and she has more time to do her own things.
When Jiang Xuan found Chishao, she was devoutly fortune-telling beside the fire.
Jiang Xuan did not disturb Chishao, but walked quietly to the side and waited patiently.
“Crackle, crackle…”
Chishao closed her eyes and kept chanting an ancient and mysterious witch spell. The flames in front of her were burning fiercely, and in the center of the flames there was a palm-sized tortoise shell floating.
Under the burning flames, the tortoise shell was gradually charred, and cracks of various shapes, some deep and some shallow, appeared.
After Chishao finished chanting the witch spell, she slowly opened her eyes, and the flames that had risen from the fire pit gradually subsided. She reached out and took the tortoise shell in her hand, then carefully observed the cracks on it, her brows sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed.
After a while, she put away the tortoise shell and turned to look at Jiang Xuan: "Xuan, you have been waiting for a long time, right? Come and sit down."
Jiang Xuan nodded and sat on a stool made from a polished tree stump next to the fire pit.
"Sister, what were you fortune-telling just now?"
"I'm trying to divine when it will rain in the north."
"What was the result?"
Chishao shook his head and said, "It's not good. Perhaps the north will be shrouded in drought for a long time in the future."
Although Jiang Xuan had guessed it in his mind, he was still a little disappointed when he heard Chi Shao's words with his own ears.
"I just went to the forest in the north and saw that the situation is very bad. Most of the trees have died and the sky is full of dust. If it continues like this, it won't be long before the land there becomes a desert like the Western Wasteland."
"It's so serious, what should I do?"
Jiang Xuan pinched his chin and said, "We need to do a few things right now. One is to select drought-resistant and cold-resistant plants and plant them artificially in the north to resist the invasion of wind and sand."
"The second thing is that the tribe's planting and breeding industries need to be moved to places with abundant water sources. Only in this way can we ensure that the harvest will not continue to decline."
"The third thing..." Jiang Xuan looked at Chi Shao solemnly and said, "We must consider gradually advancing our territory to the central part."
"Advance to the center..."
Chishao repeated Jiang Xuan's words, thought for a moment, and said, "Isn't it too hasty? You said before that there are many large tribes in the central region, with a longer heritage than ours and much stronger than us. If we want to enter the central region, we will definitely conflict with these large tribes. With our current strength, I'm afraid we won't be able to gain any advantage."
Chishao is a cautious and steady person. She believes that the Teng tribe is not strong enough and it is too risky to rush into the central region.
Jiang Xuan said: "Of course I have considered these things. When I say advance towards the central region, I don't mean to immediately enter the central region to compete with those large tribes for territory, but to expand the territory step by step towards the central region along both sides of the river."
"We have large ships that can transport goods on the water, and we also have subordinate tribes that can fight in the water. As long as we control the rivers and the fertile land along the coast, the tribe will surely grow stronger in the future and will be more confident in dealing with drought."
After listening to Jiang Xuan's words, Chi Shao finally felt relieved: "Xuan, if that's the case, then do as you say. Sister supports you."
At that moment, Jiang Xuan discussed the specific details of these matters with Chishao again, then left Chishao's yard and went to the planting team.
Today's planting team is no longer the group of people who knew nothing and only knew how to work hard.
With Jiang Xuan's support, some people were responsible for improving and inventing farming tools, some were responsible for studying seed selection and breeding, some were responsible for studying fertilizers, and some were responsible for studying pest and disease control...
With the accumulation of experience and the addition of various talents, the planting industry of the Teng tribe has become more prosperous and the harvest has continued to grow.
However, as the leader of the planting team, Gan Song has found it increasingly difficult to lead the team in the past two years.
Gan Song was one of the first visitors to join the Teng Tribe after its establishment. He had limited qualifications, and after so many years, he was still a two-color warrior.
Besides, he only has one arm. In this primitive era that worships the strong, his strength is becoming increasingly difficult to convince others.
The continuous expansion of the team, the emergence of various talents and new technologies, as well as the lack of his own strength, coupled with his increasing age, all made it extremely difficult for him as the leader.
Today, after Jiang Xuan arrived, Gan Song again mentioned to him the idea of resigning.
"Chief, the planting team has now expanded to two to three thousand people, and there are too many fields to count. I really don't have the ability to manage it. Chief, please choose someone new."
As Gan Song spoke, he took a clay pot and poured herbal tea for Jiang Xuan.
Jiang Xuan took the ceramic cup, sniffed the herbal fragrance of the herbal tea, and said with a smile: "Why, you don't want to work so soon?"
Gan Song was anxious: "Chief, you know me well. Am I a lazy person?"
Jiang Xuan looked at his tanned skin and rough, calloused hands and said, "Of course not. Since the establishment of the planting team, you have been working in the fields day and night, getting up early and going to bed late. Everyone has seen it."
When Gan Song heard this, his excitement eased a little and he felt comforted.
He sat next to Jiang Xuan and bowed his head and said, "Chief, I am old, slow to learn, and weak. I really can't manage such a large team. I just want to be an ordinary team member and work in the fields peacefully every day."
Jiang Xuan blew on the steaming herbal tea, sniffed its fragrance for a while, and said, "Then who do you think is suitable to be the leader of this planting team?"
Gan Song lowered his head and thought carefully for a moment, then raised his head and said, "I think Shui Cang is suitable. He is hardworking, strong, and has many ideas. Thanks to him helping me manage the planting team in the past two years, there has been no chaos."
Shui Cang, Jiang Xuan had a deep impression of this person because he was a rare three-color warrior in the planting team.
The stronger warriors among the tribesmen generally prefer hunting and fighting. After their strength breaks through, many warriors of the planting team will apply to be transferred to other teams that have the opportunity to fight. Only a few are strong and willing to stay in the planting team.
Shui Cang is currently about 28 or 29 years old. Jiang Xuan has the impression that he is relatively mature and stable, and he does things in an orderly manner. He is indeed a good candidate for a leader.
Jiang Xuan said: "Changing the leader is a big deal and cannot be decided hastily. Since you think highly of Shui Cang, let's try to give him more management power first. After a while, if he really does a good job and can convince the public, it won't be too late to make a decision."
"Thank you, Chief."
Gan Song breathed a sigh of relief. He was not a person who was greedy for power. It was a happy thing for him to hand over this position to the right person.
Of course, he also felt a little lost and confused deep down in his heart, because he didn't know how much he could do for the tribe after leaving this position.
At this moment, Jiang Xuan said: "I came to see you today for another matter."
Gan Song perked up: "Chief, please speak."
"I'm sure you're aware of the drought in the north, and the dying of grass and trees, right?"
Gan Song nodded: "I know, many of the fruit trees we planted over there have died."
Jiang Xuan said: "If the drought continues, it won't just be a matter of the fruit trees dying. The land over there will gradually turn into a desert like the Western Wasteland, and it may even invade where our Teng tribe lives."
Gan Song asked nervously: "Leader, what should we do?"
"I have discussed this with Wu. There is only one way right now, and that is to prevent and control the situation in advance. We need to select drought-resistant plants and plant them on a large scale before the soil becomes desertified to prevent wind and sand."
"As long as we plant enough drought-tolerant plants, we can build a green barrier in the north to prevent desertification from spreading here and save our forests and fields."
Jiang Xuan looked at Gan Song and said, "This is a very difficult matter, and there won't be any results in the short term. I need someone who can endure hardships and loneliness to do it."
After Gan Song heard Jiang Xuan's words, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Leader, let me go!"
"Think carefully. The conditions there are very difficult, and you may not see any return for your efforts in a short period of time."
"Chief, I am not afraid of hardship or not seeing any reward, as long as this matter is useful to the tribe."
When Jiang Xuan heard these words, he was deeply moved. It was really rare to find someone like Gan Song who simply wanted to work for the tribe.
"In that case, I'll leave this to you. But don't worry. Now is not the planting season. You can first select some people from the planting team to look for drought-resistant plants in those desertified areas. When the planting season comes, you can dig these plants back and try to plant them slowly."
"Okay, Chief, rest assured, I will definitely get this done!"
With a new goal, Gan Song's whole spirit and spirit are different. He went from being decadent and struggling to being full of fighting spirit again.
Jiang Xuan also taught Gan Song some experiences in preventing wind and sand that he had learned in his previous life, so that he could at least have a direction. As for whether this matter would be successful, no one knew.
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