Ancient wasteland

Originally, Bei wanted to accompany Jing Que to the lake to see which place was suitable for building a furnace for smelting iron. This matter was regarded as a secret of the tribe.

At present, very few people know about it. Even after the stove is built, people will be selected from the tribe to take charge, and not everyone will know about it.

This method of making good things must be learned by trustworthy people.

Obviously, Huyue is not among the people she can trust.

Not only will the newly built iron smelting furnace not let Huyue know, even the kiln where they burn bricks, glass, porcelain and cement is impossible for Huyue to get close to.

Now that Huyue asked to go out with them, Bei decided to take a long detour and accompany Jing to the grain-growing fields by the lake first.

Anyway, most of the ground now only has some bare corn stalks left, and the fresh ground where the sweet potatoes have just been dug out is still red, and there is nothing to look at.

With Huyue's character, if she can't walk in the dirt for a long time, she probably has to cry and cry to return to the tribe.

After deciding on the itinerary, they waited for the cart pulled by the moo beast from the drying ground where the grain was being dried in the tribe, and took the cart to the lake slowly.

The wild chrysanthemums on both sides of the concrete road were in full bloom, and when Jing Que stared at the flowers and plants, he explained with a smile, "Those are the seeds we sowed during the water season.

At that time, there was no place to grow these wild flowers, so they were thrown on the side of the road. I didn't expect that they would bloom during the windy season, and the smell was really good. "

Jing Zhu nodded, "It smells good. You can pick it off and dry it in the sun when you are free, and drink it in water in the dry season to relieve the heat."

"Oh oh oh." Bei nodded seriously, and wrote it down, and when he comes back every day, he will take two handfuls to dry in the sun, and remember to tell the fish about it.

Seeing her solemn appearance, Jing Que also smiled, "Actually, there are not only flowers that bloom in the windy season, but also flowers that bloom in the cold season.

Like narcissus and wintersweet, they all bloom in the cold season, but I haven't seen any yet, and I can try to grow two if I see them in the future. "

The cold season in their tribe has lasted too long, there is a thick layer of snow outside, and there are basically no activities, staying in the house is very boring.

If you can grow flowers, it's still very good.

Bei nodded to show that he had remembered that the cement road was very smooth, and he would not feel bumpy when sitting on the bullock cart.

The two chatted casually, and the ox cart moved forward slowly, and soon reached the edge of the lake.

Oncoming is flat and open land, most of which have just been turned over and look a little muddy.

There is a slender concrete path in the middle, which is wide enough for a bullock cart to pass. When it is full of things and needs to turn around, it is replaced in the nearby field.

Many people were working in the field, sweating profusely. When they saw Jing Que and the others coming, they all put down their agricultural tools and greeted him.

"Sacrifice!"

"The priest is here."

"I just dug up a sweet potato of this size. I'll send it to you later."

"Sacrifice, do you eat tender corn? I just broke it off and baked it. It's still hot."

As he said that, he passed the corn in his hand to Jing Que. There was a fire in the field, the weeds were crackling and burning, and there were two tender corn cobs on the fire.

Jing Que jumped out of the car and looked at him with a smile, "Have you washed your hands? You can eat the corn."

"Hmm." The man holding the corn avoided his eyes and smiled, "Wash it, wash it, it's all cleaned."

Jing Que didn't believe it, the dry season was the dry season for their tribe, and the dry lake would not recover to its highest point until the long cold season had passed and the snow had melted throughout the cold season.

It is the windy season now, the lake is still half dry, the water level has not risen to the level of their waterwheel at all, and the current cannot be diverted, so there is nothing to wash your hands with.

But he won't be serious about it, he just smiled and said, "If you don't pay attention to hygiene, I will pour you several bowls of neem juice when your stomach hurts."

Thinking of the smell of neem seeds, the man shrank his neck with lingering fear, "Then I won't eat it now, I'll put it there and eat it when I get back from work."

Jing Yu nodded in satisfaction, "That's how it should be."

While chatting, I watched them load the freshly dug sweet potatoes into the car, and also helped out. The soil quality here is still very suitable for planting sweet potatoes.

Each one is very large, with more than ten centimeters long everywhere. The super big one just dug out must be twenty centimeters long.

Although it is elongated, it is rare to see such a large sweet potato.

When the car they took was full of sweet potatoes, Jing Que clapped his hands, looked at Huyue standing on the road, "Your Heishui tribe has a better climate.

There is no shortage of food all year round, so instead of growing food and vegetables, they just pick whatever they eat and see if working in the fields will be boring. "

Huyue looked at the dirt on her shoes with a displeased expression, "Of course, our tribe will never be short of meat and fruits."

After speaking, he raised his chin slightly, "In our tribe, they would roast the meat and wash the fruits before bringing them to me, and let me choose what I like to eat.

As a priest, how can you mix with these people, they actually let you work in the dirt, this is an insult to the beast god!

Sure enough, a small tribe is a small tribe. In our tribe, there is no situation where priests are asked to work. "

Jing Que laughed at her superior attitude, "I also want to come out for activities by myself, usually they don't let me work."

Hu Yue pursed her lips in disdain, with some disdain, "How can it be the same, even if you don't have to do the work in the field, you still have to wash clothes and cook.

But in our tribe, priests and apprentices are served by special personnel. We only need to learn from the priests, and we don't need to do anything else.

They would beg us to give us a lot of pearls and food if they wanted us to heal their illnesses.

When I am in a good mood, I will accept those pearl coins and give them some herbs. If I am in a bad mood, I will not care about them. "

Jing Zhuo, "..."

He looked at Huyue in disbelief, "Are all the priests in your tribe like this?"

Huyue nodded as a matter of course, "Yes, if soldiers are injured, I will definitely give them herbs, but not necessarily if they are not soldiers.

There are not so many herbal medicines, and the more important ones must be taken into account first, and the unimportant ones will die as well. Our tribe has no shortage of people. "

Jing Que didn't like Huyue's tone very much, but he was a member of the same tribe, not an insignificant person.

And as a sacrificial priest, he should try his best to keep the tribe from reducing the number of members. As for the issue of herbal medicine.

He frowned, "If you don't have enough herbs, you can ask people in the tribe to help you find them. More people are more powerful."

Huyue immediately looked at him like a fool, "Are you stupid?! Only the priests of the tribe know which herbs can stop bleeding and heal wounds.

Priests will only teach us apprentices, and will certainly not tell them what herbs look like.

...Are they worthy of learning from us what herbs are? "

Jing Que suddenly felt that he was really stupid for wanting to communicate normally with Huyue. This is already a typical disagreement between the two of them, and they didn't talk speculatively.

He probably also understood why the people in the tribe rejected Huyue so much, because the difference between the two tribes was really too great.

Everyone in the Dashan tribe is equal, and the patriarch and priests are all housed by capable people, so the whole tribe must be convinced.

However, the Blackwater Tribe has formed an obvious contempt connection, with distinct classes, and the priests are located at the highest level of the tribe.

Huyue looks at the people of their tribe like ants... Their tribe looks at Huyue as they look at Shabi, and the conflict between the two will naturally continue to escalate.

It may be because he is a priest, Huyue thinks that the two are of equal status, and their attitude towards him is actually good.

But Jing Qu still gave up the idea of ​​communicating with her, and shook his head with a smile, "Let's walk forward."

Bei listened to Hu Yue talking next to them, and was so angry that she almost couldn't help wanting to hit someone, so she walked forward while supporting Jing Que, and Hu Yue hurriedly strode to keep up.

Followed by Jing Zhu, "Actually, I think the sweet potatoes and corn in your tribe are delicious, and if they are brought back to our tribe, we will definitely plant them.

Will you teach us how to plant? Didn’t you teach how to weave cotton before? When I came, Zhuang told me that you were a good person. "

Jing Que, "...Thank you for your compliment."

Secretly, I taught your tribe how to weave cotton and how to raise silkworms. As a result, I went to ask you for a sacred stone, but you refused.

How stupid am I to want to promote these high-yielding crops to you guys? !Even if you're good-looking, beauty tricks don't work that well.

He didn't say much, and shook his head with a smile, "These are not suitable for planting in your tribe, you have seen the grapes in my yard, they are delicious in your tribe, but they are very unpalatable in our side.

Because the climates of the two places are different, the sweet potatoes and corn we grow are delicious, but they will become sour and bitter in your tribe, and you cannot eat them at all. "

Huyue was not reconciled, and then asked, "You can't teach us these things, so can you tell me how the porcelain in your tribe is made?"

Jing Zhuo, "..."

Sister, do I have a particularly bully face? !

He sneered, "I don't know how, but if your tribe needs it, you can buy it. During the cold season, I will bring porcelain to your tribe."

After finishing speaking, I didn't want to talk to Huyue anymore, and walked towards the land in front, "Hey, is this land planted with soybeans?"

Bei nodded, "Well, they have been harvested, but the soybeans are not very tasty when cooked, and everyone doesn't like them, so they are still piled up in the warehouse.

It hasn't been separated yet, Ye said that when you wake up, ask, what are those soybeans for? "

Jing Qu smiled softly, "Soybeans can be ground into soymilk for drinking. Grind the beans with a stone mill, then filter out the bean dregs and boil it to drink.

There is no sugar in our tribe. If you think it is too bland, you can add some dried fruit, such as walnuts and hazelnuts. After the soy milk is boiled, add some sauerkraut water.

It can be made into tofu, pickled cabbage tofu is still delicious, and in the cold season, soybeans can be soaked in water and put on the kang to sprout bean sprouts. "

Speaking of soybeans, all kinds of soy products are emerging in endlessly, and I can't finish talking, "I will take you to make them when I go back."

Bei nodded with bright eyes, "Yes, yes." Of course, the more food, the better.

They walked around the field for a long time, seeing the sweet potato and corn fields, and the alfalfa pastures. Jing Que also wanted to go to the boat to see it.

After walking all the way, Huyue felt that her leg was about to break, and she couldn't get anything out of Jing Que's mouth despite trying different ways. She was tired, hungry, and irritable.

Quickly shook his hands vigorously, "You guys go, I won't go, and follow the car back to the tribe."

Jing Que pretended to care a few words, and asked someone to take her back.

Watching the person go away, he sighed a long time, "It's considered gone, I can't hold on if she doesn't go."

Bei stared at Huyue's back, and snorted coldly, "Why should we be so polite to her, why don't we just let her leave the tribe?"

Jing Que shook his head, "I'm afraid she will talk nonsense, let her see our land, and talk about it when I go back to Heishui City, it's better than letting her go back and talk about our weapons.

Don't draw Wu Jincheng's attention again, um, not for now, that's all right, now let's go and see where the location is suitable. "

Weapons are the most important thing. Jing Que walked by the lake for a long time before choosing a hidden location and explaining to Bei how to build the blast furnace.

Bei listened carefully, and then wrote it down. He found someone to start work overnight, and prepared to build the blast furnace. He could start construction directly after the iron ore was brought back.

The Black Mountain Tribe was requested by the Dahe Tribe, and they were not allowed to exchange salt stones for them.

Other things, such as coal and iron ore, were secretly exchanged for them, thinking of pleasing both sides.

The middle road has been repaired a long time ago, and it is convenient to go back and forth, and the coal and iron ore are quickly transported back to the tribe.

Soon the iron smelting project of Dashan Tribe started, and the technology of iron smelting was explored through various bumps and bumps.

Compared with smelting iron, they are quite proficient in making weapons. The blacksmith workshop was built next to the blast furnace, waiting to start making weapons.

The wild led people to harvest the grain in the field, dried it, and distributed it to the tribesmen, announcing that they would not organize people to open up wasteland and cultivate land in a unified way in the future.

The land that has been reclaimed belongs to the tribe, and those that need to be cultivated can be rented or bought for cultivation. Of course, the price must be different.

Those who are willing to farm are farming, those who are willing to hunt are hunting, those who are willing to fish are fishing, and those who are willing to do manual work.

Anyway, the tribe already has a unified currency and department stores.

The individual hunting activities have already started from the water season, and they are all handed over to the shops. Everyone is no stranger to the operation of the shops, and they quickly accepted this matter.

Even people who are not physically strong enough start to think that if they just farm the land instead of hunting in the future, the food they grow will definitely be enough to eat.

Maybe there are still leftovers, sell them to buy some quilts and clothes... If there are more, you can exchange for some meat to eat, life will be better.

Although the system is not yet perfect, it is gradually improving, and their tribe will always get better and better.

At the end of the autumn harvest, looking at the full grain in their storage room, the whole mountain tribe is filled with joy and smiles.

Jing Que was also very happy. The tribe had a good harvest, and his storage room was naturally full.

The soy milk is quickly ground out, and the bean curd tofu is quickly made. It is especially popular in the tribe, because the bean curd is made with sour water, which has its own sour taste.

There is no sugar in the tribe, so they can only use salted spicy oil and shallots to make salted bean curd.

...Fortunately, Jing Qu himself likes to eat salty bean curd!hey-hey.

After eating bean curd, he began to pour physical medicine into the reservoir in the tribe to prepare for the awakening ceremony.

There are still a few days before the red flowers bloom, so don't worry.

It was the good news from the blacksmith workshop that the first iron product of the Dashan tribe was successfully forged.

Built according to the style depicted by Jing Que, it is rectangular, single-sided, with a short wooden handle.

It is a kitchen knife.

God knows how long Jing Zhu has wanted a kitchen knife!

It is really sad to cut vegetables with a bone knife every day!

When he got the kitchen knife, he really wanted to kiss the two with the knife in his arms, and excitedly ran around in the kitchen, cutting up all the vegetables he was going to eat for the next three days!

Here Jing Que was happy looking at the kitchen knife, and the blacksmith workshop had already begun to make weapons and leather armor in full swing.

The old priest stood at the door and looked at the sky, his face was not very good, and he sighed faintly, "This year's cold season will probably last longer than the previous cold season, and it will also be colder."

Jing Que restrained his smile and looked serious, "Natural selection, the chance of survival is always reserved for those who are prepared."

They are ready, the storage room is full of cotton, animal hides, sweet potatoes and corn, and the following hunt will soon produce a large amount of bacon, enough to be eaten as a staple food.

Stored fresh cabbage and radishes, dried vegetables and radishes dried in the dry season, dried white lentils, kimchi and sauerkraut, and tofu and bean sprouts are enough to provide them with vitamins.

All kinds of walnuts, hazelnuts, chestnuts and other dried fruits, as well as dried fruits such as dried persimmons, are all good tools to pass the time when you are idle and bored.

They have been so well prepared.

Not only is Jing Qu not afraid or worried, but he is looking forward to the arrival of the cold season.

I don't know how many more people will be in their tribe after this cold season?