Yang Cheng has a high prestige among the tribe.
With him taking the lead, everyone relaxed their vigilance against the smoke floating in the air.
However, Yanhu and the others still took Yang Cheng a little further away. When the tribesmen were in the smoky air and had been active for a long time, they were still jumping around and safe.
Only then did Yang Cheng relax his "supervision".
Yang Cheng was a little helpless, but he couldn't say anything. After all, Yanhu and the others were doing this for their own good and for their own safety.
Make sure the smoke from burning plants is harmless and will repel mosquitoes.
Everyone immediately became excited.
Immediately, all the remaining grass was burned in various places in the tribe to drive away mosquitoes.
The quantity was not enough, so Hongya and Mai excitedly ran over the hillside again and picked more.
And after being excited for a while.
Everyone finally thought of one thing. They still didn't know the name of this plant.
Yan Lin asked curiously: "Wu, what is this called?"
Everyone also held their breath waiting for Yang Cheng's answer.
Since this plant looks very similar to mugwort, it also has the same effect as mugwort.
If it’s not called wormwood, what else can it be called?
Yang Cheng didn't think much and said with a smile: "This is called mugwort!"
"Wormwood? Oh, wormwood!"
"Wormwood!"
"Wormwood!"
Everyone shouted the name of mugwort loudly.
This day is a happy day for the people of the Qingque tribe.
Not only did they obtain cloth, but they also found a way to repel mosquitoes at night.
Yang Cheng looked over. Under the illumination of the light ball technique, everyone's face showed an extremely excited look, and they all had a deep happiness. They were playing and laughing, and happiness welled up from the bottom of their hearts.
Yanhu and the others started dancing around the campfire again, a rough and primitive dance;
Yan Lin, Xing and a few foodies squatted in front of the pot again, shaking their tiger ears and horns, while Xia Ze happily put down piece after piece of beast meat into the pot;
Under the firelight in the distance, Mu Qing was writing something on the wooden board with a brush. While writing for a while, he looked at the happy people. The smile on his wrinkled face never stopped...
Yang Cheng was also infected by the laughter and laughter of the crowd. He leaned back and lay on the grass, smelling the fragrance of the young grass and looking at the stars in the night sky.
This is the Qingque tribe, my tribe...
The corners of his mouth slowly raised.
The hilarity of the crowd lasted until very late, and then gradually dissipated.
The next day.
Yang Cheng led several totem warriors to the slaves' residence outside the wall.
The slaves get up very early, unlike the tribesmen. With Yang Cheng taking the lead, they now all learn to sleep in from time to time.
At this time, every slave is in high spirits.
The quantity of ramie cloth produced was limited, and Yang Cheng did not distribute clothes to the slaves. However, Yang Cheng still remembered to light mugwort for the slaves last night.
A few days ago, Cangshi reported that the slaves did not sleep well because of mosquito bites at night, which made them a little tired while working during the day.
But when I saw it today, the effect was very good.
The slaves are in high spirits and are very energetic in their work.
Yang Cheng said: "You don't have to carry rocks today. You have another job, catching frogs nearby."
Due to the peripheral walls and the expansion of tribal houses, the daily work of slaves was to mine and carry stones, and carry stones back from the quarries.
The number of bond beasts has reached an upper limit, and the number of witch dominoes Yang Cheng makes every day is also limited, so the number of bond beasts used to transport stones is limited.
Therefore, slaves were all assigned to mine and move stones.
Hearing that there is no need to work, go catch frogs.
The slaves were a little commotion, and the totem warriors next to Yang Cheng were also a little confused.
But since it was Yang Cheng who said it, they didn't ask any more questions.
After the slaves made a commotion for a while, they had no objection. Firstly, they were slaves and had no human rights. Secondly, catching frogs was much easier than carrying stones.
Immediately, under the supervision of the totem warriors, the slaves began to catch frogs in the nearby grass.
Catching frogs is not difficult, the slaves move quickly.
In one morning, the slaves caught thousands of frogs. This was because the number of frogs near the Qingque tribe was limited, otherwise the number they caught would definitely be more.
Seeing the bamboo bucket full of frogs, Yang Cheng was in a good mood and specially rewarded the slaves with a pot of broth.
Facing the fragrant and delicious broth, the slaves felt that they had reached the peak of their lives. They were grateful to Yang Cheng and knelt on the ground to express their loyalty and fanaticism to Yang Cheng.
Yang Cheng nodded and let the slaves continue to kowtow.
He led two totem warriors and asked them to pick up bamboo buckets filled with frogs and walk toward the tribe.
Fifteen large pottery jars have been placed in the open space in the tribe.
Some of these pottery jars are newly fired, and some are slightly damaged after being used for a long time.
Seeing Yang Cheng leading two totem warriors over, the tribesmen who were surrounding the open space suddenly moved out of the way.
Among Yang Cheng's beast-eared girls, only Lulu, Ying, and Tao were there.
Xia was in the Life Department, responsible for managing the cooking for the people in the Life Department, while the other two beast-eared girls, well, two big lazy bugs, Yang Cheng woke up, and they were not awake yet.
"Witch, what's in the bamboo bucket?" Lulu asked.
Lulu among the beast-eared girls is the most curious.
Yesterday, Yang Chengcheng told her to take out the extra pottery jars in the tribe, but he didn't tell her what he was going to do.
"hey-hey."
Yang Cheng laughed, pursed his lips, and asked the two totem warriors behind him to open the bamboo cover.
In an instant, the croaking sound became louder, and several frogs jumped out.
"Huh? It's a frog! Wu, why did you catch so many frogs?"
Lulu took down a frog that jumped on the back of her hand, held it in front of her and looked at it, then tilted her head and looked at Yang Cheng, wondering why Yang Cheng caught the frog.
Unlike little girls on Earth, girls in this world are not afraid of insects at all.
Yang Cheng smiled and explained: "I want to make some mosquito killer tanks."
"Mosquito tank?"
Everyone was confused.
Yang Cheng nodded without further explanation.
He asked people to fetch water, poured the water into the large tank, and then put the frogs into the large tank in equal amounts.
The frog entered the large tank and began to swim around on its four legs, as if it was getting familiar with the environment. After getting familiar with it for a while, the frog stopped on the water, croaked, and puffed its mouth from time to time.
"Well, that's fun!"
Lulu's eyes lit up.
"This is not for fun, this is to kill mosquitoes." Yang Cheng said with a smile: "Mosquitoes like shade and coolness, and they need to lay eggs in water, so I put this big tank, and mosquitoes like to fly into the tank. , and frogs eat mosquitoes, and they will be eaten by frogs as soon as they fly in."
Mugwort can only repel mosquitoes. If you want to reduce the number of mosquitoes, you still have to completely eliminate them physically. Frogs are experts at this.
"Oh, I see!"
The others suddenly realized that this was what the witch caught frogs for.
