After a few days of work, the prisoner's small yard finally had its frame set up. All they needed to do next was to cover it with grass and mud before they could move in.
The rice fields were almost plowed, and shovels were placed on all the places that could be dug. As for those stubborn tree stumps, Song Xuan also asked them to dig away the surrounding soil.
It was still early to plant rice, so during this period, they were allowed to dry out in the sun. Teng She would come over from time to time to light a small fire and slowly burn them.
Even if the burning is not clean, as long as it does not affect the subsequent planting, as the saying goes, if it is wet for a thousand years, it will be dry for a thousand years, and if it is not dry or wet, it will only take half a year. Song Xuan believes that as long as the intervention is appropriate, he is still sure to find a suitable land before planting.
In addition to dealing with the trees above, Song Xuan also asked the prisoners to dig a canal from upstream. Although the tribe was close to the river, the terrain was much higher after all. As for the waterwheel, although Song Xuan knew the principle, according to Teng Snake's existing technology is not yet very capable of doing it.
Therefore, it is better to use the most traditional method, which is more crude and simple. Anyway, there are enough people in the tribe now, so it can be done quickly.
In order to ensure that water can be drawn even when the water is dry, the initial point of the canal is three or four miles away from the tribe, but this is not entirely for planting rice.
Song Xuan mainly wanted to bring water to the tribe, which would save him from having to fetch water every day. As long as it was properly protected, the water would still be very clean. The water in the Tengshe Tribe's river was cleaner than all the water in Song Xuan's previous rivers. It has to be delicious, with a refreshing and sweet taste. This is also the benefit of primitive society, where everything is in the cleanest state.
Seeing the prisoners working enthusiastically, Song Xuan handed over the task of guarding them to Shi Yong, and he brought the few archers he had captured back to the tribe.
The first time he saw the bow and arrow, Song Xuan became very interested, so when he chased them later, he tried his best to capture them alive.
Although the bows and arrows of the Black Feather Tribe are not that refined, they are still quite powerful. They can maintain good accuracy and power at least at a distance of fifty or sixty meters.
song The Qing bows in the bow seem to be similar, with their length adding some power.
The bow string looks like the sinew of some kind of wild beast. It is not difficult to obtain it. The tribe hunts many wild beasts every year, many of them big and small.
After Song Xuan observed it, he felt that the difficulty lay in the selection of wood and the making of the bow string. Since the wood had been polished many times, no one in Song Xuan's tribe could recognize it. As for the bow string, no one knew how to make it.
The bows in the tribe were made of randomly bent wood and tied with animal skin ropes. Although the two were similar in length, their power was the same as in the sky and the other in the earth. So I wanted to ask these people about it. Shi Yan was beside me. Translation, Song Xuan was not worried that they would not understand:
"This is your weapon, right?"
Seeing several people nodding, Song Xuan continued to ask.
"Do you know how this is made?"
Several people shook their heads and said they didn't know. One of them said that the Black Feather Tribe snatched the bows and arrows from other tribes and they only used them.
However, when several people were talking, their eyes, in addition to fear, also looked at the person in the middle from time to time, and sometimes hesitated to speak. It was obvious that they knew something but were hesitant to say it.
After asking several questions one after another, several people responded by saying they didn't know or making nonsense. Song Xuan's remaining patience was gradually worn away in this way.
Although the specific materials are not yet known, it is not difficult to find the most suitable materials as long as you are willing to work hard and cut down some trees around you. Song Xuan asked a few people to come over. In addition to saving time, there are also Check out what a few people think.
Since he won't eat the toast, he can only drink as a penalty. Song Xuan pointed his finger at the bow, stared at the eyes of the person in the middle, and asked word by word:
"Do you know what wood this is made of?"
Seeing that Song Xuan was about to become furious, the man's eyes averted for a moment, but in the end he looked at Song Xuan firmly and shook his head to express his ignorance.
Song Xuan stopped being polite to him. When he saw Shi Meng supervising people carrying wood back, he shouted:
"Meng, bring two people here!"
"Hey~ God, what's the matter?"
Shi Meng has been very proud of himself these days, with more than fifty people in charge. This is the peak moment since he became the leader.
Song Xuan didn't talk nonsense, pointed at the man in the middle and said:
"Drag him out, set up a pole, and hang him up!"
"The man was hanging at the gate of the prisoner's yard!"
Although the prisoners could not understand Teng She's words, they knew that things were getting worse the moment Song Xuan pointed at him. When two people grabbed his arms and pulled him out, they finally wanted to tell the result:
"Sensi! Sensi! Wu Da Ma is chirping... Wu Da Ma is chirping..."
"God's envoy, he said he knew what kind of wood he was using..."
Listening to what Shi Yan translated, Song Xuan still waved his hand, signaling Shi Meng to take the person out quickly. Since he had been given a chance, Song Xuan could not help but be ruthless.
After catching these prisoners, Teng She did not abuse them except for making them hungry and kneeling for a day. Even if they worked a little slower, they would only get a kick at most. As for the food, although it was not very rich, it was still barely enough. Can fill the stomach.
Song Bixuan thought he was okay with them, but the two sides had a deep hatred. He didn't kill them to sacrifice the flag, but he still gave them a way to survive, which was considered the most benevolent thing.
Since he doesn't appreciate this, he has no choice but to let him be the chicken that kills the chicken to scare the monkeys.
After dragging the person out, Song Xuan was not in a hurry to continue asking questions. As expected, screams came out after a while. When Song Xuan went out to take a look, Shi Meng was really awesome.
The wood that had just been brought back was put to use. The remaining branches at the top were just used to hang him. He tied his hands with ropes and hung him up straight. Shi Meng also took off the man's clothes directly. His body was covered with scars from being beaten with wooden sticks.
Seeing Song Xuan come out, he shouted again without giving up:
"Sensi! What's wrong with Wu Da?"
Song Xuan retreated directly into the room. Seeing that Shi Meng below still had the strength to shout, he was whipped again.
The screams spread throughout the tribe, and they could be heard clearly even outside. The prisoners did not even dare to raise their heads when they passed by, so they walked over quickly. Now they could not even protect themselves, so naturally they could no longer protect themselves. I care about the life and death of other people, but I am still curious in my heart, what did this person do wrong to be treated like this.
