Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 9 The Granary Was Robbed

With the end of the last rain before the dry season, the harvest day in the tribe has also arrived. On this day, most people in the tribe put down their work and went to the farmland to assist the farmers in harvesting the grain.It is necessary to return all the grown food to the warehouse before the dry season really starts.

"How is the construction of the granary? Have you completed the rectification that I mentioned before?"

Dasa asked Lana, a female troll in the Horde who was in charge of construction.

"Chief, all the rectifications have been completed according to your requirements. We have raised the height of the granaries from the ground to ensure moisture-proof, but in this way, the number of granaries we originally expected is not enough."

Lana looked at Dasa nervously.

"Then continue to build a new granary. By the way, how is the shelter going? Has the granary over there been repaired?"

Dasa waved his hands after listening to Lana's words. In the final analysis, the insufficient capacity of the granary was not Lana's fault. It was his own miscalculation of the harvested grain, which led to the insufficient capacity of the granary.

He couldn't blame Lana for this incident.

"The granary over there is ready, but, do we really need to store food there?"

Lana, like the rest of the Horde, didn't think the blood trolls would attack them again.

After all, almost a stellar year has passed since the last attack by the blood trolls, and the entire tribe has changed from being cautious and vigilant to being relaxed and meaningless now.

During the period when the blood trolls were most active, none of their tribes were attacked by the other party, so they would naturally not attack their tribe at this time.

After all, the dry season is coming. Without food, why would those blood trolls venture south into the mountains of Zandalar to attack them.

Even Dasa himself, after nearly a year of vigilance, still didn't see any blood trolls intending to attack the tribe, he was a little lax, but the caution in his heart still made him prepare for that refuge.

"It's very necessary, Lana; the refuge is to be prepared and stocked with sufficient supplies, so as to ensure that when it is really needed one day, there will be sufficient supplies to continue the fire of our tribe."

When Dasa talked about this matter, his expression became a little serious.

The bonfire located in the central square of the tribe cannot be extinguished in the tradition of the tribe, because it represents the life and future of the tribe.

In this era, the most representative meaning of the integration of tribes and tribes is the merger of the fires of the two sides.

When the tinders of two tribes merge, it means that they have merged into one tribe.

"Of order, chief. I will prepare my manpower to arrange the food team to be stored in the shelter."

After Lana finished speaking, she turned and left.

Dasa looked at the busy farmland in front of him, and his expression relaxed again. With so much food, it was enough for his tribe to survive the dry season safely without extra food income.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Dasa."

Zuer didn't know when he came to Dasa's side. He looked at the busy crowd in the farmland and asked Dasa.

"That's really not the case. By the way, I asked you to sort out the developed text. Have you made any progress?"

Daza recovered from his stupefied state by Zul's voice, and asked about the task he had entrusted to him.

"That's called runes, Dasa. I've already sorted out that kind of record, but it's not ideal. After all, our tribe is only a small tribe. Even if it has a population of over a hundred, it's no more than a hundred in the rune records." Just two. You asked me to invent my own characters, sorry, I really can't do it."

Zul corrected Dasa.

"What I want is not for you to develop runes with mysterious effects, what I want is words that can be used to record events in general, do you understand?"

As soon as Dasa heard Zuer say this, he knew that the other party had misunderstood it.

"But even the words used to record events must use these runes. I really can't make them out of thin air."

Zul shook his head again and again, he was just a witch who didn't even have the protection of the loa gods, how could he do things that the witches in the big tribes couldn't do.

"No, what I mean is that you don't need to use those runes of mysterious power, you just need to develop a language that can describe events clearly."

Daza slapped himself on the forehead after listening to Zul's words, took a deep breath and reorganized his words.

"If you don't use runes to record that kind of thing, then you only need to use knotted rope to record it, which means it's not a particularly important event."

Zuul still didn't understand what Daza meant by doing so.

"You, Zul. Are you playing dumb?!"

Dasa was almost pissed off by his stupid friend. He reluctantly picked up a branch by the side of the road, pointed at the distant mountain, and began to demonstrate to Zuer.

From the sun, the moon, mountains, rivers, water, fire, trees to farmland and houses.

"See, this pictographic symbol is what I want!"

Dasa pointed to the extremely abstract so-called words drawn on the ground, and stared at Zul who was deep in thought with his eyes wide open.

"Hi! This is what you want? What am I supposed to be? Isn't it just the symbols I use to explain and record those knots? If you want these things, tell me earlier! I can get them for you right now Come out, wait a moment."

Zul looked at the hieroglyphs that Dasa had drawn on the ground, and immediately understood what Dasa wanted.

"Didn't you take it out earlier?!"

Dasa became even more anxious when he heard Zuer's words.

"I gotta say, dude, you're a sucker for drawing."

Zuul left the farmland without waiting for Dasa to scold him.

Dasa is ready to promote literacy education in his tribe, but before that, he needs to establish an effective writing system in the tribe that everyone can agree with.

This is also the reason why he taught Zuul this task. His energy is limited and he doesn't have so much time to develop characters.

It's just that Zuer didn't fully understand what he meant before, so it dragged on for so long.

In his plan, after entering the dry season, the prey in the forest is no longer so easy to obtain. Fortunately, there are sufficient food reserves. At that time, he is going to use the dry season to popularize literacy among the people.

Prepare for the subsequent clay and wood engravings to record and inherit knowledge.

After all, Knotting Notes can no longer keep up with the current era.

In the afternoon, after inspecting the tribe's new granary, Dasa returned to his wooden house. He happened to see Zuer holding a pile of stones at the door of the wooden house.

Zuer told Dasa that the pictures he wanted to explain and supplement were all on these stones. To ensure that Dasa could understand, Zuer patiently explained to him one by one. What do the pictures mean.

"Okay, let's get here first today. It's already dark, I don't think we should study for now."

Zuer looked at the sky that had completely darkened, and put away the stones on the ground.

"I think we still have to think about the simplification of these runes. Some symbols are still a bit complicated."

Dasa felt his head was a little dizzy, it was because he had spent some time trying to memorize these symbols of Zul forcibly, but he really felt that some of the symbols and images of Zul were too cumbersome.

"As for the simplification, let's talk about it after you have figured out all the images I drew. What else do you have tonight?"

Zuer packed up his precious carved stones, and looked at Dasa who had no plans to go back to the house to rest.

"I'm going to go to the granary again. I don't want to take a look before going to bed. I always feel a little uneasy."

Dasa stretched himself, stood up from the ground, and was about to leave for the tribe's granary.

"Then, I'll go too. I have to put these things back first."

Zuul returned to his cabin with his basket of carved stones.

After he settled everything, Dasa took Zul to inspect the granary.

According to Dasa's requirements, these granaries must ensure the three defense requirements of fire prevention, moisture resistance, and theft prevention. Therefore, these granaries are half-buried stone and wood mixed structures.

In order to ensure the safety of the granary, Dasa specially arranged special personnel to guard the gate of the granary.

After seeing the figures of Dasa and Zul, they all stood up straight to show their respect.

"Thank you for your hard work. Is it going well tonight? Is there any other movement?"

Dasa questioned the two guards.

"It's all normal, nothing unusual."

The guard's answer was not beyond Dasa's expectations. After all, he had asked him to build these granaries near the central square in the tribal camp, which can be said to be the most central place of the entire tribe.

After encouraging the two guards, Dasa took Zul to look around the wooden wall outside the tribal camp, and finally returned to his cabin to rest safely.

The busy work of the harvest lasted for a full week. During this week, the men, women, and children of the entire tribe were all very busy. How to deal with the harvested food is also a very particular thing. If the difference between potatoes and radishes The crops need to be collected and put into baskets and sent to the granary cellar; then the harvested wheat and corn will be very troublesome.

They need to be dried in the sun before being collected and returned to the warehouse. When these things are exposed to the sun, they will be stolen by some birds and small dinosaurs that live near the tribe.

In order to protect his harvest, Dasa had to arrange manpower to guard the grain drying field day and night to drive away the birds and small animals that tried to steal the grain from the drying field.

Until these grains are exposed to the sun and dried, they are completely returned to the warehouse.

Manpower is limited after all, and the number of small animals in the forest is far greater than the number of trolls guarding here.

"I don't think we should stop those animals, especially those slender jaws."

Zul came to Dasa after guarding the grain drying field all day with the guards.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Zul. We have worked so hard to grow those grains. How can we tolerate those thieves stealing our precious food."

Dasa looked at his friend suspiciously, what kind of nerve did he commit.

"We have too much food now, can't we? Those granaries are already full. Even if we don't have any food income during the dry season, the food stored is enough for us to eat."

Zul persuaded Dasa, hoping that the other party could give those small animals some food.

"If you are willing to distribute your rations to those beasts, I don't mind. Zuer, this is the ration of everyone in the tribe, and it is not something that can be decided by a moment of softness."

Dasa strongly rejected Zul's suggestion. He would never think that he had stored too much food, or he would never think that he had stored too much supplies; he was afraid that the supplies would not be enough.

Zul looked at Dasa who was going away with a complicated expression, then turned around and stared at a bush.

"I've done what I can, little ones, no more."

After Zuer finished speaking, he hurriedly left the grain drying field.

After being exposed to the sun, the wheat and corn stacked in the drying yard finally dried out and could be returned to the warehouse; when the last basket of grains was sent to the warehouse, Dasa’s hanging heart could finally sink coming.

"Everyone has worked hard during this period, and it is precisely because of everyone's hard work that we can ensure that we can have so much food that can survive the dry season smoothly! I thank you all again!"

Standing in the open space in front of the granary, Dasa sincerely thanked the tribal people gathered here.

Today, the faces of all the people in the whole tribe are filled with happy smiles.

The refugee trolls who used to come from other tribes also gradually integrated into the tribe where Dasa lived during this period of time, and when the harvest day came, those foreign trolls also completely returned here , with endless food, no need to face the threat of famine; this is already a good life for them.

"Come on! Tonight will be a time of celebration. Celebrate the bountiful food we have worked hard all through the rainy season!"

After Dasa finished speaking, he raised the glass of juice in his hand and drank it down in one gulp.

"Celebrate the harvest day! To the chief!"

All the trolls around raised the wooden cups in their hands after Dasa's words, and drank the juice in it like Dasa.

This was an unprecedented celebration banquet in the tribe, and everyone had a great time tonight.

Until Dasa heard the news that the granary had been stolen. "What exactly stole the granary?!"

With a gloomy face, Dasa stared at the two guards in charge of the security of the granary.

"I don't know, chief. We only found a hole in the wall of the granary when we were patrolling, and we found out that the granary was stolen."

The guard was very depressed and worried because of Dasa's face and also because of his negligence.

"I see. Find someone to seal up the holes. In addition, you are going to check the other granaries carefully. Don't worry about the investigation."

Dasa drove away the two guards with a sullen face, and turned around to carefully explore the traces around the crime scene.

As an excellent hunter in the tribe, Dasa soon had a clue.

"Slender jaw dragon?! How could such a small thing dig the wall of the granary for no reason?!"

Dasa recognized the thief from the scattered footprints around the granary.

He was going to find those thieves himself, and then "talk" to those thieves.

　PS: It's the weekend, I wish you all a happy weekend!Also, I want a ticket.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)