The arrival of the new year does not make any sense to the wilderness natives. Perhaps the civilized races on the northern and southern continents of the wilderness will hold various festivals to celebrate the New Year, but the wilderness natives are struggling for survival as always.
The Ice Moon is the second month after the New Year, and I have basically no idea about the Frost Wilderness race. However, today's Green Field Tribe started their second oat harvest since the New Year in this month.
The biggest shortcoming of Mansha Wilderness, in the eyes of human farmer Jem, has become the best gift from God. There is only one season in the wilderness all year round, and there is basically no so-called dormant period for the growth of plants. This means that when growing crops in the wilderness, there is no need to consider solar terms or climate issues. As long as the soil is fertile enough and the cultivators are diligent enough, crops adapted to the climate can be grown at any time of the year.
This is the second harvest of oats. Compared with the area of only ten acres in the first harvest, this second season of planting oats. With a wave of his hand, Allen reclaimed 100 acres of oats at one time by the Green Lake. With acres of fertile land, oats are grown on a large scale.
Fearing that there would not be enough oat seeds, Allen sealed the oats harvested in the first season and invested them all in planting oats in the second season. Then he gave the remaining grain to Camellia and asked her to make food for the tribe. .
The harvest season is about to come, and the sky is full of flying thieves. When the people of Green Field Village are not paying attention, they dive into the oat fields, chirping and pecking the wheat grains on the ears, and then guarding them specially. Driven by the goblins, they flew into the sky in a swarm.
"These damn thieves!!"
It had just rained yesterday, and rain was unlikely to occur in the wilderness in a short period of time. Allen was going to take this opportunity to call on the strongest laborers in the clan to collect all the oats in the one hundred acres of land at one go. Otherwise, if we let the birds in the sky and the gerbils on the ground continue to destroy them, the number of these oats that have finally grown will only fall into the hands of the Green Field people.
Allen can't wait to wipe out these cunning and greedy things in the sky in one breath. However, this can only be imagined. He can't fly, can't draw a bow and shoot arrows, and can't do magic. He can only do what he does now. Just watching helplessly from below and complaining.
"Try to take one day today to collect all the food, and then dry it and store it before the next rainy day."
For this time's harvest, Allen stopped today's hunting team. All the soldiers gathered in the fields. Just waiting for his order, the tribesmen began to harvest.
"good!!"
The tribesmen were also excited. At a glance, the grain in the one hundred acres of land was extremely spectacular. A breeze blew through the wheat ears, and the undulating wheat waves, with the rustling sound and the faint fragrance of the grain, made the people in front of them so excited. The tribesmen who had been fighting hunger for half their lives felt a burst of pride in their hearts.
Look, this is the future of our Greenfield Tribe! !
Pavao, who had joined the Green Field Tribe not long ago, was also in a restless mood. It would have been such a happy thing if their tribe could have had such a harvest back then. Seeing the heartfelt smiles on the faces of his former tribesmen, Pavao felt for a moment that he was a little incompetent back then.
"Work!!"
Allen was shirtless, exposing his tendons and a few burn marks that could not be erased. The first person bent down, waved Jim's makeshift sickle, and began to work hard in the fields. .
There are now nearly 40 adult males in the clan, not counting the short goblin males. In Allen's eyes, although the status of these goblins has improved to some extent, they are not the backbone of the clan after all. But when it came to actually harvesting oats, Allen found that the short goblins had it much easier than the taller ones, and they didn't have to do less work.
When Allen and others harvest oats, they have to bend down under the ears of wheat and cut them off by the roots so that they can be cultivated again the next year; while the goblins don't even need to bend down, they just lower their heads gently, It was easy to do what Eren and the others could do with great effort. After a long time, the hobgoblins and bugbears who were cutting wheat for the first time felt sore in their waists and dizzy, while the goblins only broke out a thin layer of sweat.
No matter how weak the goblins are, they still have level 1-2 warrior levels after they reach adulthood. Their physical strength is not as bad as imagined. At least this job is not difficult for them at all.
"Huh?"
Allen once again discovered the advantages of the goblin. Although he exercised every day and had tendons and muscles on his body, he felt that it was too much for him after bending down for so long. When he stood up to stretch, he happened to see the arrangement for the goblin. On our ground, stacks of neatly stacked oats were spread out, but they were comparable to the work done by Allen and the others.
"That's right. Perhaps we can leave these tasks to them in the future, which will allow them to take advantage of them."
Alan's focus on growing oats made him understand that oats need to be fertilized and weeded regularly to ensure a good harvest half a year later. Most of these farm tasks do not require much physical strength, so it is just right to leave them to the goblins.
"Well, I actually feel the same way, and I'm just about to give you some advice."
Phillip on the side nodded and agreed with Allen's statement.
Allen looked back, and saw the oats falling down one by one. Once the ears of wheat were shelled and the grains in the ears were recovered, their tribe's food would be secure for the next six months, without having to wait for God to eat.
Only when you have food in hand will you not panic. When the time comes, if you find some wandering goblins or a certain goblin settlement and want to absorb them, Allen and the others will be more confident.
Allen's originally good mood suddenly turned a little worse when he saw a few figures in the bushes by the lake.
"Who are those lazy people over there? Remember their names for me. How to punish them? Punish them severely!!"
Allen didn't say anything, and first gave instructions to Phillip on the side, and then put down his sickle and walked up to several figures, one of whom was the bastard Dashan.
"I'll kick you all to death!!!"
Allen's heart was full of hatred. During training, Dashan would find various excuses to shirk his training. To put it bluntly, he was lazy to the core. As Allen spoke, he kicked Dashan's fat butt hard, sending him flying several meters away.
When Dashan stood up drowsily and angrily, and saw Allen's face in the middle of his words, he was immediately speechless: "Which bastard kicked..."
"You know how to be lazy in just one day. Look at these bastards under you. They have all learned a virtue from you!!"
Allen's livid face made the people in Dashan tremble slightly.
"If you don't harvest all the oats from these 20 acres of land today, you won't even be able to enter the village!!"
Allen was really angry. He pointed at the remaining oats and assigned them directly to the lazy guys. Looking at the densely packed oats in the mountains, everyone collapsed. If they wanted to harvest so many oats, even if they were not lazy, it would be after dark.
"That's right, Brother Dashan, we are not telling you, you are too lazy now!!"
A Xiao came over and pointed at Dashan in response to Allen's words, without any concern for their past friendship.
"roll!!"
Although he didn't dare to talk back to Allen, he was not polite to A Xiao Dashan, and immediately glared A Xiao away with a fierce look.
