Chapter 208 Gan Song's Daily Life
April 11th, Nanhuang Teng Tribe.
“Boom!”
The sky was covered with dark clouds and there were lightning and thunder.
“Wuwuwu…”
On the ground, there was a strong wind and flying sand and rocks.
“Shalala…”
In an instant, heavy rain moved quickly from the distant mountains and forests, covering the entire Teng Tribe, washing the trees, houses, grass, and soil on the ground.
The hot and dry air in the air was quickly suppressed by the heavy rain, the hot wind turned into cold wind, and the ground cooled down rapidly.
"Chief, please come back soon. The rain is too heavy."
In the bamboo shed next to the crop field, the members of the planting team crowded inside to take shelter from the rain, but Gan Song took a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat from the shed, then rushed into the rain again carrying a hoe.
The rain was so heavy that even though he was wearing a straw hat and a raincoat, his clothes were soon soaked, but Gansong didn't care.
"The rain is heavy and fast, so we have to dig drainage ditches in the fields. Otherwise, if water accumulates, the crops will be flooded."
Gan Song carried a hoe and came to the drainage ditch of the first field, and then used the hoe to dig out the mud and stones that blocked the drainage ditch.
After digging, they went to the next field without stopping.
In the bamboo shed, the members of the planting team looked at each other in bewilderment. Finally, one of them gritted his teeth, picked up his hoe and said, "I'll go help the leader."
After saying that, he also rushed out wearing a bamboo hat and a straw raincoat.
After the first one, there was a second one. Soon, all the members of the planting team in the bamboo shed rushed out and dug drainage ditches in the farmland with Gan Song.
In the heavy rain, their figures were hazy, but they made people inexplicably moved.
The old witch, who had just finished carving several kinds of herbs, put down his chisel and hammer, pounded his waist, and walked to the door.
When he looked at the busy figures in the rain, he couldn't help but sigh: "The rapid growth of the Teng tribe is inseparable from these hardworking tribesmen!"
He thought again of the Eagle Tribe far away in the Eastern Wilderness.
As a large tribe, the Eagle Tribe has access to a lot of resources, which has also given rise to some lazy parasites.
These parasites often rely on the status and position of their ancestors or fathers to pursue pleasure and act recklessly in the tribe, which is really infuriating.
On the other hand, although the Teng tribe was established not long ago, it is full of vitality and everyone is working hard, which is very pleasing to the eye.
The old witch shook his head and returned to the house.
He is no longer the shaman of the Eagle Tribe, so let the new shaman handle those matters. His only wish now is to finish carving the Great Wilderness Hundred Herbs Map.
On the other side, Jiang Xuan and Huo Meng were also standing in a shed, watching the members of the planting team busy in the fields.
Huo Meng looked at the rain curtain and whispered, "Chief Xuan, our frog tribe also wants to grow more food, but we have no experience. How about this? We send a few people to help you with the work and learn some planting experience?"
Jiang Xuan said: "Okay, but learning to plant is a very boring and hard thing, not as exciting as hunting."
"Don't worry, Chief Xuan. The warriors of our Frog Tribe are not afraid of boredom or hard work."
Jiang Xuan nodded and said, "Then you can find a few people to come over. How much you can learn depends on your own abilities."
Huo Meng was overjoyed and said, "Thank you, Chief Xuan."
Jiang Xuan waved his hand and said, "The strength of the Frog Tribe is also a good thing for our Vine Tribe."
“Yes, yes, yes…”
Huo Meng was smiling beside him. He was obviously a tall and mighty man, but for the Frog Tribe, he even bent his back a little.
Today's rain came quickly and stopped quickly. After about half an hour, the heavy rain gradually stopped.
Although the rain did not last long, the amount of rain was quite heavy and many low-lying areas were filled with rain water.
In the fields, Gan Song wiped the rain off his face and breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the dark clouds gradually dissipate in the sky.
"Fortunately, the rain didn't last too long."
A member of the planting team wiped the rain off his face, walked to Gan Song and said, "Leader, the rain didn't flood the crops. Did we work in vain?"
Gan Song glared at him angrily and said, "How can this be a waste of work? Summer is here and there will be more rain in the future. If we don't dig drainage ditches now, we will have to dig them later."
"Who can predict the weather? It never hurts to be more prepared. It just means a little more work."
The team member lowered his head in shame and dared not say anything more.
Gan Song took off his bamboo hat and said, "Everyone has worked hard. Let's go back and change clothes first. Wet clothes stick to your body and you will get sick easily."
The members of the planting team nodded one after another, and then dispersed in twos and threes.
Gan Song had only one arm. He passed the rope of his hat through his elbow, picked up the stone hoe, and walked towards the house where he lived.
Halfway through the journey, he washed the mud off the stone hoe by the stream before carrying it home.
“Squeak…”
Gan Song pushed open the door, put the stone hoe away first, and then hung his hat and raincoat on the wooden hooks on the wall.
These wooden hooks are made of natural branches, and the surface has been roasted with fire, leaving traces of burnt black.
Because the houses built by the Teng tribe nowadays are mostly made of mud bricks, there are often some gaps between the mud bricks.
You just need to nail the straight end of the wooden hook into the gap of the mud brick and you can use it to hang things. It is very convenient.
Then, Gan Song took off his wet clothes and changed into dry bark clothes.
The Teng tribe now has clothes made of two types of materials. One is warm animal skin clothes, which are used to keep warm in winter.
One is the cool bark clothing, which is worn more often in hot summer.
At first, the bark clothes of the Teng tribe were very rough. The bark was very thick, so it was naturally not comfortable to wear.
But now, with the continuous improvement of clothing workshops, the bark clothes of the Teng tribe have been woven more and more densely, and each piece has been repeatedly soaked and beaten, making it much more comfortable to wear.
After changing clothes, Gansong started to cook.
He added some firewood to make the fire in the fire pit burn again, then washed the pottery tripod, placed it in the fire pit, and added various foods into it.
Gan Song only has one arm, so it is actually not very convenient for him to do anything.
Jiang Xuan also wanted to arrange someone to take care of him, but Gan Song refused.
In his words: Even if I only have one arm left, I am no worse than others and I don’t need anyone’s care.
This is indeed the case. As the leader of the planting team, Gan Song has always worked hard and has done as much work as others. In many cases, he even does more work than others.
He always arrived the earliest and left the latest, and devoted almost all his time and energy to the planting business of the Teng tribe.
“Gurgle gurgle…”
The food in the pottery pot was boiling. Gan Song stood by the fire, waiting patiently for the food to be cooked. From time to time, he opened the lid of the pottery pot and stirred it to prevent the bottom from burning.
When the food was cooked, he first turned off the fire, then wrapped the handle of the pottery tripod lid with a piece of old animal skin and opened the lid.
Then he scooped a bowl full of food and placed it on the table made of the tree stump.
Because he only had one hand, Gan Song couldn't hold the bowl and the chopsticks at the same time, so he could only lower his head close to the edge of the bowl and slowly put the food into his mouth.
Gansong ate very slowly, but he ate a lot. He filled several bowls of food in succession until he had finished all the food in the pottery tripod.
Gan Song was a person who cherished food very much. He never cooked too much food and would eat it all as soon as it was cooked.
He likes planting and is good at it. He also cherishes food very much and never wastes it.
"Captain Gansong, I'm here to bring you some meat."
A woman walked in from outside. She was about thirty years old and very strong, the type that the tribesmen liked.
The most important thing is that she has not yet married after joining the Teng Tribe.
The woman walked straight to Gan Song and placed a large piece of meat on the table.
This large piece of animal meat is one of the benefits that Gansong receives as the leader of the planting team.
"Thank you for your help."
Gan Song thanked the woman, his expression a little unnatural.
"No trouble."
After putting down the meat, the woman did not leave immediately. Instead, she glanced around the room a few times, and finally her eyes fell on the clothes that Gan Song had just taken off, which were still stained with mud.
"Captain Gansong, your clothes are dirty. Let me help you wash them."
After saying that, the woman picked up her clothes.
"No, no, no, don't bother. I can wash it myself."
Gan Song hurried over and held down the clothes with one hand to prevent the woman from taking them away.
"Then I'll help you clean the pottery tripod and bowl."
"No, no, I can do it myself."
The woman looked at Gan Song resentfully and said, "Chief Gan Song, why do you always reject me?"
Gan Song lowered his head and said, "I am already disabled."
"But I think you are very amazing, even more amazing than people who are not disabled. I want to live with you."
Faced with the straightforward and tough woman, Gan Song looked a little embarrassed. He didn't know what to say and just kept shaking his head.
The woman had no choice but to sigh and say, "Well, I'll go back first. I hope you won't refuse my kindness next time I come."
The woman left quickly, and Gan Song stared at her back in a daze.
In fact, he also wanted to start a family, but his physical disability made him very sensitive and somewhat inferior.
He was afraid of being disliked, so he always tried to do better than others.
He was afraid of being abandoned, so he didn't dare to accept anyone easily.
Therefore, he devoted himself to the planting business of the Teng tribe and rejected the woman's kindness again and again.
Maybe one day, he will be able to untie the knot in his heart, and then he may find a woman and start a family.
He washed the fresh meat with one hand, cut it with a sharp bronze knife, smeared salt on it, and hung it over the fire to smoke.
The flames that never go out, together with the salt, prevent the meat from spoiling.
Then he washed the pottery tripod, bowl and chopsticks, and washed the clothes that were stained with mud and hung them up.
By the time he finished all this, it was already dark.
Gan Song propped the door open with a piece of wood, then lay down on the bed and soon fell asleep.
The next day, just after daybreak, Gan Song got up on time, ate something, and then went to the field with his hoe.
Today, three warriors from the Frog Tribe came to the planting team. Gan Song followed Jiang Xuan's instructions and did not specifically teach the warriors of the Frog Tribe, but simply arranged for them to work.
As for how much the Frog Tribe warriors can learn from the Vine Tribe's planting techniques, it depends on them.
"Walk!"
In the newly opened farmland, Gan Song held the curved plow with one hand and grabbed the reins of the ox, driving the ox slowly forward.
As the ox moved forward, the plow shovel quickly turned over large chunks of soil.
It is actually difficult to plow the land with an ox with one hand, but just as it is difficult to dig the land with a stone hoe with one hand, as long as you overcome the difficulties, you can always find a suitable method.
Gan Song is now very skilled in driving oxen to plow the fields.
"stop!"
After plowing a piece of land, Gan Song lifted the curved plow and drove the ox to the open space next to it. He put down the curved plow first, then went over to untie the boomerang-shaped yoke rope on the ox's shoulder, and then wrapped the rope around the ox's horns.
"Go eat grass!"
Gan Song patted the cow's back, and the cow, freed from its restraints, immediately walked to the side and slowly began to eat the grass on the ground.
Gan Song washed the mud off his hands and feet in the ditch nearby, then sat on a flat stone to rest for a while.
He looked at the busy planting team members in the fields and the crops that had just sprouted, and a comfortable smile appeared on his dark face.
His greatest pleasure is to look at the crops in his spare time. No matter how much he looks at them, it is never enough and he never gets tired of it.
Just then, a Frog Tribe warrior passed by while working. He looked at the curved plow curiously, then looked at the cow and the turned-over land.
"Captain Gansong, can cows plow the soil?"
"Of course, cows can turn the soil much faster than people."
When Gan Song talked about this, a look of pride appeared on his face, because other tribes did not even know how to plant crops, let alone use oxen to plow the fields. They could only let the plants grow naturally, and the yield was extremely low.
The Frog Tribe warrior showed an envious look, because the more he saw in the Vine Tribe, the more he realized that the gap between the two tribes was very large, and sometimes he even had the idea of joining the Vine Tribe.
Of course, it's just something we can think about.
Even if he wanted to join the Vine Tribe, they might not necessarily agree. What's more, the Frog Tribe contained more of his memories and some things that were hard to give up.
The Frog Tribe warriors wanted to learn how to plow the fields with oxen, but Gan Song suddenly saw something, stood up suddenly, and strode towards the fields ahead.
“Stop, stop!”
Gan Song pointed at a soldier in the field and shouted loudly.
The soldier was weeding. When he heard Gansong's voice, he immediately stopped and looked at Gansong in confusion.
Gan Song walked over to the soldier and saw that a large layer of soil had been dug away. He cursed bitterly, "You dug so deep that the side roots of the red crystal rice were dug away. Do you want to kill it?"
"Boss...Boss, I'm not...I didn't..."
The soldier was so stunned by the scolding that he stood there, not knowing how to explain.
Gan Song glared at him and said, "What did I teach you? You just ignored me, didn't you? If the red crystal rice is damaged, there will be no harvest in autumn, and all the tribesmen will have nothing to eat!"
Gan Song snatched the stone hoe from the warrior and said, "Look, I'll teach you again. If you still can't learn it, just go and open up new land!"
Gan Song took a deep breath, then bent down and carefully shoveled the weeds next to the red rice seedlings.
Unlike the warrior, he only shoveled a thin layer and would not hurt most of the side roots of the red crystal rice.
Next to the crop field, the warriors of the Frog Tribe looked at Gan Song's serious expression, and suddenly remembered what Huo Meng had said to them before: "Watch carefully, learn well..."
(End of this chapter)
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