Five days later, three bamboo houses were built. The tourists finally had a place to stay, and they no longer had to be homeless and precarious like before.
This is also due to the fact that Jiang Xuan and others have become stronger after becoming warriors. They only need to burn the outer skin of the bamboo to quickly chop it down with a stone axe, saving a lot of time.
These three bamboo houses are a little far away from the bamboo forest, because Jiang Xuan still doesn't trust these tourists and doesn't want to live too close.
In addition, Jiang Xuan also built bathrooms and toilets for them, and forcefully required them not to defecate anywhere and to bathe frequently, otherwise they would be covered in lice, which would be terrible.
Now that he has arrived at the Vine Tribe, he must follow the rules of the Vine Tribe. Jiang Xuan does not want to leave an impression on these tourists that he is easy to talk to.
A leader who is too talkative will make the tribesmen below lose their awe and will be greatly hampered in executing orders.
Using both soft and hard tactics is a must-have for a leader.
After solving the accommodation problem, Jiang Xuan started to let them work.
Beside the stream, in the vast flat land, Jiang Xuan said to Gan Song: "You don't need to hunt or gather. Your task now is to clean up this large piece of land and then turn it over with bone grass."
Gan Song said uneasily: "There are so many of us, and we have to eat a lot of food every day..."
Jiang Xuan knew what he meant, that if there was not enough food, he would be afraid of starving.
"Don't worry about food. Now that you're in our Vine Tribe, you won't go hungry."
Gan Song had no choice but to nod: "Okay, listen to the leader."
"By the way, did you encounter other tribes when you came here?"
Jiang Xuan has not forgotten the smoke he saw in the jungle and the hunting sounds he heard.
At first, he thought it was caused by these tourists, but when he thought about it later, he was wrong. These tourists did not have the ability to hunt on a large scale.
Gan Song thought for a moment and replied affirmatively: "Yes."
"What kind of tribe is it? Where is it?"
Gan Song said: "It's a tribe on the way. It has many terrible large mosquitoes, and its wings are spread so wide."
Gan Song made a gesture, and Jiang Xuan visually estimated that it was about thirty centimeters wide.
Considering that mosquitoes usually appear in groups, even a bison will be sucked dry by such a large mosquito in an instant...
When Jiang Xuan thought of this scene, he suddenly took a breath. That scene was really terrible.
"This tribe is very ferocious. We had dozens of tribesmen who wanted to join this tribe, but they killed them, so we fled here."
There was obviously a lingering expression of fear on Gan Song's face.
"Do you know where they live?" Jiang Xuan asked again.
Gan Song shook his head and said: "When we met this tribe, they were still migrating, and then we fled for our lives. We don't know where they went."
Tribes that relied on hunting and gathering migrated every once in a while to obtain more abundant food, and rarely settled in one place.
Jiang Xuan felt a lot of pressure because he didn't know which tribe had moved to where and how far it was from the Teng tribe.
"Then how many people are there approximately?"
"There must be at least a few hundred people. I don't know exactly how many there are."
"I understand, you go to work first."
"good."
Gan Song took the bones and went to work. They needed to eradicate and burn the grass, shrubs, and thorns in the wasteland, then turn over the land and pick up the grass roots, tree roots, and stones.
Opening up wasteland is a very hard job. Fortunately, the tribesmen have always been hardworking and hardworking. As long as they have food to eat, they have no complaints.
Jiang Xuan stood by the stream, feeling very heavy.
A fierce tribe with hundreds of people is a huge threat to the small Vine tribe and can easily destroy everything they have worked hard to create.
There is no solution to this matter for the time being. Jiang Xuan only hopes that the tribe will not come here in a short time, or that the ancient vines are strong enough to protect the vine tribe.
"Grow the tribe as quickly as possible, otherwise we will be too passive!"
Jiang Xuan clenched his fists. As long as he was given a few years, he believed that with his own efforts, he would be able to grow this small tribe, and then there would be no need to be timid.
"Uncaria, you take Nanxing with you and continue fishing with traps by the creek where weeds and shrubs have been cleared, while watching these tourists."
"Remember, just dig a pool in an open space. Don't go into places where the vegetation is too lush or where the water is too deep to avoid danger."
Undo solemnly said: "Don't worry, leader, we will pay attention."
Uncaria took Nan Xing to the creek. Now the vegetation beside a section of the creek has been cleared and is not as overgrown with weeds as before.
Jiang Xuan nodded and said to Chi Shao and Shi Loach: "Let's go into the mountain to find something."
"What are you looking for?" Chi Shao asked curiously.
"Salt!"
"Salt?" Chi Shao's eyes widened: "Can you find salt?"
Shi Loach also looked shocked. Salt was really too precious for the tribesmen.
Jiang Xuandao: "The witch in the dream told me a way to find salt. I want to try it to see if it works."
When Chi Shao heard this, he immediately didn't ask any more questions, and Shi Loach did the same.
The tribesmen are in great awe of the mysterious witch. No matter how difficult it is to understand something, if it is said by the witch, then there is no problem.
There is a reason why Jiang Xuan went to find salt at this time.
They had just arrived here before and made a living by hunting and gathering. They could also supplement their salt content by drinking animal blood and eating meat.
Once the number of tribes increases, hunting and gathering alone will definitely not work, because the source of food is extremely unstable and even depends on luck.
Planting and breeding are better and more stable ways to obtain food.
However, large-scale planting and breeding will also face a big problem, that is, lack of salt.
Although planting can bring a lot of food, the reduction in meat consumption will inevitably lead to insufficient salt intake.
In addition, working requires a lot of sweating, and salt is lost faster.
The final result must be that a large number of tribesmen fell ill due to lack of salt, and the development of the tribe was a fool's errand.
Therefore, Jiang Xuan must get enough salt to better carry out planting and breeding!
If you live near the sea, it is easy to obtain table salt, and you can even find small amounts of sun-dried salt on the rocks.
But in the southern wilderness, in the primitive jungle, it is not easy to find salt.
However, Jiang Xuan knew that large herbivores would actively look for salt in the wild.
The larger the herbivore, the more salt it needs, and the frequency of looking for salt to eat will be higher.
Jiang Xuan has lived here for more than half a year and is familiar with the surrounding environment. He also has a certain understanding of the prey in the jungle.
He knew that there was a group of huge bison in the jungle to the south. The range of these bison's activities was relatively fixed. If he followed the bison, he might be able to find the place where they took in salt!
Jiang Xuan has been thinking about this method for a long time. When he goes out hunting, he will also pay attention to the movements of this group of bison.
Jiang Xuan didn't know whether he could find salt by following the bison, but he had to give it a try.
Jiang Xuan thought for a while, walked to the stream, and told Undo and Nan Xing what he thought.
It takes time to track the buffalo herd. If they don't come back after dark, Uncaria and Nanxing will definitely be worried. If you tell them in advance, they won't be so worried.
Later, Jiang Xuan, Chi Shao, and Shi Loach returned to the bamboo house and brought their weapons and even some dried meat, and then stepped into the vast primitive jungle.
