Wild farming: I was hugged by the cold patriarch

It was an hour after Ye Sang came down the mountain from the cave. He hugged his sister and walked slowly down the mountain.

"Yun'er, sister, give me a hug." Lu came over and hugged Yun'er.

They were all acquaintances, Yun'er didn't cry or make any fuss, and let Lu hug her.

Cao Heyu came over: "Sang, can the waterproof problem of the shoes be solved?"

Ye Sang smiled and nodded: "Okay, I have already tested it and I will teach you later."

After breakfast, Ye Sang began to teach everyone how to waterproof boots.

She had done this before, and she was familiar with it once and twice. Now she was doing it very smoothly, and her explanations were particularly clear. After watching it once, everyone was almost familiar with it.

After the shoes are made waterproof, it is like applying a layer of glue on the shoes. As long as they are not roasted by fire, the beeswax will not melt and they can always be waterproof.

Ye Sang told everyone all the precautions and how to improve shoes, providing guidance for making shoes in the future.

In the next two days, the tribe was busy making waterproof shoes.

Two days later, everyone was wearing waterproof boots.

"Sang, the boots are warm and comfortable to wear. They're really nice."

"I used to think winter was the hardest time to endure. There was nothing to eat, nothing to wear, and it was very cold. But now I'm not afraid anymore. I have food, clothes, and shoes. It's very nice."

"Sang, you brought us food and wisdom, thank you."

The people in the tribe surrounded Ye Sang and kept saying words of praise.

Ye Sang smiled and said: "Actually, I am just playing a guiding role. Everyone has food and clothing now because of your hard work. If you keep this ambition in the future, you will become richer and richer."

Everyone looked at each other and smiled, taking Ye Sang's words to heart.

……

In the afternoon, Ye Sang called everyone in the tribe together: "Now there is a task assigned to you..."

She pointed to the vegetable field: "Our vegetables need to be irrigated, but the field is a bit wide. Everyone has to work. Let's allocate it now."

Ye Sang made a detailed arrangement for the men and women of the tribe, and then started to work.

Some people transferred the fertilizer and water from the pit, some carried the fertilizer and water to the ground, and some irrigated it.

There are many people in the tribe, so the work is divided and cooperated, so it won't be too hard.

However, in order to eat the fresh vegetables that Ye Sang mentioned, the clan members worked very hard and no one was lazy.

Ye Sang came to the soil edge of the cherry radish. The red radish heads had popped out of the soil, looking bright and cute.

Cherry radishes can be eaten in a month, but Ye Sang thinks they are a bit small and will eat them after they are watered and grown.

Xi and a few friends who were having fun ran over: "Sister, are they vegetables?"

Ye Sang nodded with a smile and replied: "This is called cherry radish. You can eat it in another half month."

Xi licked his lips: "We still have to wait half a month?"

Ye Sang patted Xi on the shoulder: "You haven't grown up yet. Just like you, you are still young. You have to grow up, you know?"

Xi nodded: "I know."

Next to the cherry radish are lettuce, celery, and cabbage, all of which have grown out of their nests. The leaves are bright green, but they are not as big as Ye Sang expected. Think about it, this is a wasteland after all, and it is already very good to grow like this.

Ye Sang squatted down and touched the leaves of the vegetables.

It's nice to see something familiar!

The smell of fertilizer water was not pleasant, so when it was watered near her, the tribesmen asked her to go back to the tribe to avoid getting her body dirty.

This was not because Ye Sang wanted to be lazy, she also wanted to do it with everyone, but the tribesmen stopped her from doing it, so Ye Sang had no choice but to sit idle.

As the days pass, the vegetables that have been watered with fertilizer are getting better and greener day by day.

In such relaxed days, Ye Sang began to learn the knowledge that a young wizard must possess.

Ye Sang came to visit the witch early: "Witch, I'm here to learn."

Wu placed a bamboo stool opposite: "Come, sit down."

"Okay." Ye Sang sat down on the bamboo stool with some restraint.

She looks fair and rosy, with bright black eyes. She is beautiful and bright. She is wearing animal skin clothes, bone ornaments on her forehead, her hair is braided, and she exudes a strong wild atmosphere.

If there was a mirror in front of her, Ye Sang would definitely find that she actually looked no different from a barbarian.

The witch exuded a gentle aura. He pondered for a moment and then said, "Let's learn from the beginning. Let me first tell you what witch is..."

The witch has a high status in the tribe, surpassing the clan leader, and can be considered the spiritual leader of the tribe.

They represent the authority of knowledge, understand the laws of nature, astronomical phenomena, and geography, and are the backbone of the life and work of the tribe.

In the tribe, shamans use dance to conjure up gods, can channel spirits, divine and gossip, cure diseases and save people, hold sacrifices, and possess some kind of mysterious power.

Their tribe is too small, and the shaman's abilities are limited, so many of them are not shown.

After listening to Wu's systematic introduction, Ye Sang also had a comprehensive understanding of Wu: "Wu, what are we learning today?" Wu looked at Ye Sang with very gentle eyes and said, "Today we will learn music and dance, as well as Ten days will be the day of the sacrifice, and we will hold the new sacrifice together. Songs and dances are required during the sacrifice, so you must learn the songs and dances first."

It’s almost the New Year’s Eve in ten days. Does Barbarian also celebrate the New Year?
Ye Sang asked curiously: "Why do we need sacrifices after ten days?"

Wu unexpectedly said: "In ten days, it will be the coldest time of the year. Offering sacrifices on that day can make the tribe more prosperous."

Ye Sang became even more curious: "Wu, why do you say that ten days from now will be the coldest time of the day?"

The witch pointed at the wall: "Look there." He explained, "That is a simple ring diagram, which has been studied by generations of witches. Based on the climate, we found that it is a cycle..."

Ye Sang's eyes were full of shock, and she stood up to look at the patterns on the wall.

To put it simply, this is an annual calendar with some special festivals marked on it. Ye Sang clicked on the calendars in the mall and compared them.

Although the wild people do not understand the meaning of those days, they have marked them, such as the beginning of spring, Grain Rain, Thunder, Beginning of Summer, Autumn Equinox and other solar terms.

Not every day is accurate, but the error is no more than three days.

Ye Sang asked: "Wu, is this the basis for your judgment of the sky?"

Wu nodded: "Yes, I meditate in the cave every day, thinking that one day I can complete this ring map, but my wisdom is limited..."

Ye Sang looked down at the calendar on the mall and finally decided to keep the status quo. Even if it was completed, it would take a few years.

She sat back on the stool and continued listening to the lesson.

The witch took out an old drum: "This drum was passed down to me by the previous witch. I need to use this drum to beat music during sacrifices. The drum has not been used for a long time. I don't know if it can still be played."

As he spoke, he slapped the drum with his palms.

But the drum was so worn out that after Wu beat it twice, the drum wilted and could no longer play.

There was a slight embarrassment on Wu's face: "It's too old. I'll fix it and teach you how to make music."

To dance according to the music, one must first learn the music, so the witch has to teach her.

Ye Sang stretched out his hand to Wu: "Wu, give it to me and I'll fix it." He really couldn't help but watch Wu repair the drum clumsily.

Wu was surprised: "You know how?"

Ye Sang took the drum in his hand. The drum was about the size of two palms. The body of the drum was pitch black and the material could no longer be seen. When beating, the sound was still very pleasant, but once it was broken, there was no sound: "It has not been repaired. , but you can try.”

After looking around, Ye Sang concluded: "Wu, this drum can only be replaced with a new drum head. There is no way to repair the old drum head."

Wu looked at the drum: "The drum skin needs cow skin. Do you have any cow skin in the tribe?"

"There's more, I'll take care of it right away." Ye Sang said and went down the mountain. Wu looked at her back and showed a relaxed smile.

Ye Sang went to the cave where hides are stored to pick out cowhide and see how drums are made.

At this glance, Ye Sang realized that he had dragged himself into a ditch.

This drum is not easy to make, but it is not easy to make. It takes a day and a night to prepare the cowhide.

Since he agreed, he must do it. Ye Sang selected a suitable piece of cowhide, took it to his cave, put it in a wooden barrel, and soaked it. He also added a piece of lime to the water. He left it alone and dealt with it tomorrow.

Ye Sang returned to Wu's cave: "Wu, the drums can't be finished until tomorrow. Let's learn something else today, okay?"

Wu nodded: "I will tell you the process of the sacrifice, you must keep it in mind."

Ye Sang said seriously: "I will."

Wu explained the process to Ye Sang very carefully, and the details and precautions were explained very seriously. The solemn and serious expression made Ye Sang deeply infected and he became even more serious.

As Wu told the story, the morning passed quickly.

Wu asked: "Sang, do you remember everything I told you?"

Ye Sang's memory was relatively good. He thought about it and replied, "I remember most of it."

Wu: "From now on, I have class every morning and you do your own thing in the afternoon. If you don't understand anything, just ask me."

Ye Sang nodded: "Okay." She returned to her cave, took out the leather paper and charcoal pen, recalled what the witch told her, and took notes.

A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. Take a note and deepen the impression.

……

After lunch, Ye Sang called everyone in front of him and wanted to discuss some training and land reclamation matters with everyone.

Feng said carelessly: "Sang, if you have something to say, just say it and we will all listen."

Ye Sang expressed his thoughts: "Training is to enhance our physical strength, which means to make you stronger. For example, when you fight, after training, your fight will be more powerful and your strength will be stronger."

"In addition, by mastering your body's weaknesses during training, you will get twice the result with half the effort when attacking."

"Both men and women can practice."

There was a bit of shock in Tangura's sharp eagle eyes: "Sang, can you make us even more powerful?"

Ye Sang's tone was affirmative: "As long as you do as I say, I clearly say, yes."