The ninth year since the establishment of the Vine Tribe, the first day of February.
Outside the red ant tribe, Feng Cao disguised himself as an ordinary tourist and led several members of the Thorn Vine team to observe this strange large tribe from a distance.
They saw neat rows of giant red ants moving things into the huge ant nest, including food and various materials. They were very busy.
Feng Cao observed it for a while and couldn't help but frown.
The red ant tribe was different from any tribe she had ever seen before. There was not even a single tourist around such a large tribe.
Those giant red ants greedily moved all the food, firewood and other materials in the surrounding forests back to the tribe, and even the decent prey were beaten cleanly.
Such an environment leaves no living space for tourists at all.
A team member said helplessly: "Leader, this mission is too difficult. The red ant tribe is heavily guarded and we can't get in at all."
"No matter how difficult it is, you have to complete it. If you can't get in, think of other ways. We went through all the hard work and came all the way to the central part just to take a look and then go back and tell the leader that the mission was not completed?"
Feng Cao's words made the team member lower his head and dared not say a word.
For many people in the Vine tribe, the leader is not only a leader, but also a benefactor who changes their destiny and an object of fanatical worship.
They don't want to disappoint the leader, even if the leader often doesn't blame them.
Feng Cao continued: "Since we can't get in, we should first record the number of people entering and exiting the Red Ant Tribe every day. This is also very important information."
"yes!"
Counting the number of people in a large tribe is a very complicated task that requires absolute patience.
Fortunately, most of Thorn Vine's team members are not impatient and have been trained in counting.
From that day on, two members of Thorn Vine squatted outside the Red Ant Tribe, recording the number of people entering and leaving the Red Ant Tribe day after day, as well as some special information.
As for Feng Cao, as the leader of Thorn Vine, she came to a strange place. She had to do more complicated things, such as training new team members, buying off important tribesmen, exploring various resources in the central part, etc.
Among them, the Bamboo Rat Tribe is her focus, because the Bamboo Rat Tribe contains the resource that Jiang Xuan specially explained - iron ore.
…
In the northern part of the Southern Wasteland, there is the Vine Tribe and the Shipyard.
While Jiang Xuan was visiting the large ships being built, he asked the person in charge of the nearby shipyard: "How is the progress of the shipbuilding?"
The person in charge of the shipyard replied: "Chief, there are currently eighteen large ships under construction, three of which are close to completion, and they are expected to start sea trials in a month."
Kang Aoi will arrange it for you."
"Thank you, chief. I will complete the task on time."
The person in charge of the shipyard was very excited. With Jiang Xuan's words, he no longer had to worry about the shortage of manpower and materials.
Jiang Xuan walked around the shipyard and basically found no major problems, so he left with satisfaction.
Then, he went to check the preparation status of various supplies such as food, weapons, and clothing, and promptly asked relevant personnel to correct the problems discovered during the inspection.
Going to the central part of the country to open up new territory is a very complex undertaking, after all, the distance is too long.
All kinds of personnel and materials must be prepared in advance. No matter which one of them goes wrong, it may turn into a big trouble.
Under the condition of ensuring that the tribe can operate normally, it will take at least half a year for the Vine Tribe to mobilize enough manpower and materials to send to the central part.
A big operation like this that affects the entire tribe is beyond imagination, and it is impossible to just do it.
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Eastern Wasteland, Eagle Tribe, New Eagle Mountain.
Since the Great Rift Valley spread to the Eastern Wasteland, the Eagle Mountain, where the Eagle Tribe had lived for countless years, collapsed. In order to survive, the Eagle Tribe migrated as a group under the leadership of the old witch, and finally found a suitable place to live before winter came. land, and a new Eagle Mountain.
Now, winter has finally passed, and the people of the Eagle Tribe are about to start large-scale construction, hoping to restore the grandeur of the Eagle Tribe in this new territory.
"It's finally spring."
The wooden door of the stone house halfway up the mountain was opened, and the old witch walked out. Looking at the gurgling water flowing down the mountain, he felt very happy.
"Bah!"
A giant black eagle flew from a distance, like a dark cloud, casting a large shadow.
If you look closely, you can see that it is holding a large bison in its paws, but due to its size, the bison does not look so inconspicuous.
"Boom!"
The giant black eagle landed in a clearing near the stone house, and dropped the big bison with it.
Then, it tore open the bison's skin with its sharp beak, pecked out a piece of fresh beef, and waddled up to the old witch.
The old witch took the beef from the eagle's mouth with a smile and said: "Old man, you still care about me the most. If you have any delicious food, give it to me first."
The giant black eagle wanted to nuzzle the old witch intimately, but was afraid that he would be too strong and push the old witch down.
However, the old witch understood its thoughts very well and reached out to touch the feathers on its head.
The giant black eagle was finally satisfied, and waddled back to its nest, then ate big mouthfuls of bison meat.
The old witch also took the piece of fresh beef back to the food, simply cut the meat into pieces, and stewed it in a clay pot.
He is very old and has sparse teeth. He must stew the meat until it becomes soft and tender before he can enjoy it.
After simmering for about two hours, the old witch took out a pair of white animal-tooth chopsticks, picked up a piece of beef and tasted it, then sighed and said: "I was raised by those little guys from the Vine tribe to take it into my mouth, so I can cook it myself." I always think it’s not that delicious.”
After staying in the Vine Tribe for several years, many of his original living habits have changed, such as using chopsticks, adding spices to cooking meat, etc.
The pair of animal-tooth chopsticks in his hand were given to him by Chen Feng before.
Then, he thought about his unfinished sketch of the Great Wilderness.
"I don't know if that girl from Chishao has helped me continue to improve the Great Wilderness Hundred Sketches. I really want to go back and have a look."
At this time, a voice came from outside the door: "Old Witch, is that Vine Tribe really as good as you say?"
"Yeah, I've been back for so long, and I still miss her."
The leader of the Eagle Tribe and the new witch walked in from outside. They first saluted the old witch respectfully, and then sat by the firepit.
The old witch said: "You don't understand. If you have a chance in the future, you will know for yourself if you go and see it."
The leader of the Eagle Tribe said: "I really want to see it, but the tribe has just moved here, and I, the leader, really can't leave."
The leader couldn't leave, and the witch as the spiritual leader of the tribe couldn't leave, so the new witch just sighed.
The old witch took two pottery bowls and handed them to them. He also gave each of them a pair of chopsticks and asked them to eat the meat by themselves.
The leader said with a grimace: "Old witch, please spare me. I really can't learn how to hold meat between two sticks."
Xinwu tried hard, but he could only bring the bowl to his mouth to prevent the meat from falling off easily.
The old witch didn't care and asked directly: "Tell me, what's the matter with you two coming to see me?"
Upon hearing the old witch's question, the leader of the Eagle Tribe and the new witch immediately put down their chopsticks and started talking about business.
The new wizard said: "We came here to ask you, old man, whether the tribe really wants to immediately open up the wasteland under the mountain for growing things?"
The old witch didn't even raise his head and replied: "Of course, didn't I say that? The Vine Tribe relied on farming and taming wild beasts to obtain enough food, and then developed rapidly."
The leader considered his words and said: "Old Witch, here's what I think. What our Eagle Tribe is best at is hunting and taming wild beasts. As for opening up wasteland and farming, we really have no experience. Can you please slow down for a while?"
Opening up wasteland for farming is a matter that requires a lot of manpower and material resources. Especially for a large tribe like the Eagle Tribe, with so many tribesmen, the amount of food they need to consume every day is terrifying.
Hunting, gathering and domesticating wild beasts can quickly see results, but it takes too long and energy to open up wasteland for farming. According to the experience of slash-and-burn cultivation, the effect is not very good, so the leader of the Eagle Tribe and the new witch are both Very hesitant.
The old witch looked at the new witch and said, "You think so too?"
Xin Wu lowered his head and said: "We have just moved here not long ago, and the tribesmen have not yet settled down. It is indeed too early to open up wasteland now, and it is difficult for the tribesmen to understand."
"Your old man taught me that as a witch, maintaining the stability of the tribe is the most important thing, so... I also think that the matter of clearing wasteland and farming should be slowed down."
The old witch sighed and said: "But if we don't open up wasteland now and miss the planting season, we won't get any good harvest this year."
Both the leader and the new wizard lowered their heads and did not answer.
The old witch closed his eyes, thought for a long time, and then said: "Give me a hundred tribesmen who don't need to be very strong, and I will take them to open up wasteland and farm the land myself. As for the others, just do what you want. .”
When Xinwu heard this, he immediately panicked and said: "How can I let you, old man, do it yourself? I will just arrange some people to do it."
The leader also wanted to persuade him, but the old witch stopped him directly.
"No need to say any more, I have already decided, unless you think that this old guy like me is not qualified to lead a hundred tribesmen."
"That's...ok."
The old witch was so determined that the leader and the new witch had no choice but to obey his ideas and arranged for more than a hundred tribesmen to obey the old witch's orders.
Soon, under the leadership of the old witch, more than a hundred people brought their tools and began to reclaim the land in front of New Eagle Mountain bit by bit.
The old witch followed the farming procedures he saw in the Vine Tribe, leading them to burn the land, turn over the soil, clean stones and plant roots, dig trenches, compost, and raise seedlings...
Although most of the people in the tribe didn't understand it, the old witch still insisted on doing this thankless task.
He wanted to prove that farming could bring a more stable source of food to the tribe than hunting or domesticating wild animals.
The tribe is no longer in an era where the old witch calls the shots. He could have relieved himself of his responsibilities and enjoyed peace of mind, but he did not do so.
For the future of the Eagle Tribe, the old witch did not hesitate to get stained with mud and fight again.
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(End of chapter)
