Wild farming: I was hugged by the cold patriarch

The sound of the drum spread far away, and when the tribesmen at the foot of the mountain heard it, they all went up to the witch's cave with awe in their eyes.

In their eyes, melody is the language of the gods. Listening to the melody will make people feel comfortable physically and mentally, and it is the gods sending blessings.

So now, when everyone heard the drum music, they stopped what they were doing and went to pay their respects.

Ye Sang was not very good at singing and dancing. It was really difficult for Wu to ask her to learn this aspect. But when she heard the drum sound just now, she found that she could hum it just once, as if she already knew it. This made her puzzled. Son.

The drum music only lasted for more than three minutes. Wu demonstrated the complete drum music to Ye Sang: "Sang, do you want to try it?"

Ye Sang hesitated for a moment: "I'll try."

She took the drum over and put it on the table in front of her. She imitated the witch's gesture and patted the drum head with her hands...

It was her first time to play drums, and she was very unfamiliar. She vaguely remembered the tunes, but the tunes she recorded were basically all wrong, which suddenly broke the solemn atmosphere. The tribesmen at the foot of the mountain came back to their senses and continued to cook. of.

Ye Sang smiled awkwardly: "Witch, I need to practice a few more times."

Wu was very patient: "You just practice. Our task today is to learn this drum song."

Ye Sang nodded, took a deep breath, and became more serious.

Practicing again and again, when she practiced more than 30 times, she seemed to have a good feel, and the tunes she produced were more and more correct...

She kept practicing, and hundreds of times, she only made one or two mistakes.

More than 120 times, she produced a complete, correct and solemn tune, which once again made the people admire her.

The witch's eyes were filled with relief: "Sang, you were born to be a witch!"

Ye Sang smiled helplessly. She was chasing a duck to put it on the shelf. The tune was right now, but her hands were almost useless, swollen and painful.

Fortunately, it was almost noon, so Wu asked her to go back and rest.

Ye Sang quickly fetched some herbs, boiled them in a clay pot, and soaked his hands for a while, otherwise he would not be able to work in the afternoon.

Hua looked at Ye Sang's hand and said distressedly: "Sister, is your hand okay?"

Ye Sang said easily: "It hurts a little, so I have to do a lot of things for you today."

Hua shook his head and said, "I'm not in the way. It's just that my sister's hands are so beautiful. It would be a pity if the photo breaks."

Ye Sang was very pleased: "It's not so fragile. I'll soak it with potion in a while, and it'll be fine after soaking it."

Hua took Ye Sang's hand over and looked at it. After making sure that nothing was wrong, she felt relieved: "Sister, rest then. I'll go down and cook something for you."

Ye Sang nodded: "Okay."

Xi threw the firewood into the small stove, one piece after another. It took a while for the water in the clay pot to boil.

It's cold in winter, but you can also keep warm by burning a fire next to it.

As the concoction boiled, the bitter medicinal smell came out, making Yun'er cough constantly. Xi quickly put his sister further away.

After cooking for about ten minutes, Xi poured the concoction into a clay pot and brought it to Ye Sang: "Sister, soak your hands."

Ye Sang touched the back of Xi's head, and the pain was not in vain: "You go down the mountain to help the flowers. I'll be fine here."

"Yes." Xi ran down the mountain obediently.

Ye Sang put his hand on the pottery basin, first smoked it with hot air, and then soaked it in the water after it cooled down a bit.

Looking at his red and swollen hands, Ye Sang couldn't help but sigh. Any kind of success in the world requires efforts beyond the reach of ordinary people, so there is no such thing as casual success in the world.

After heating for a while, Ye Sang poured the concoction onto his hands and kneaded them together to promote the absorption of the concoction.

When Qicang heard that Ye Sang's hand was swollen, he immediately came to the cave and said, "Sang, your hand."

Ye Sang smiled at Gancang: "It's okay, you'll be fine in a moment."

A trace of distress flashed in Yucang's eyes: "What can I do for you?"

"I'm really fine, you don't have to do anything." Ye Sang paused and said, "Hurry up and eat something. We have to continue cutting down trees to open up wasteland in the afternoon."

Qicang still looked at Ye Sang's hand, wanting to feel the pain for her: "We also cut down trees in the back hill in the morning, and we have already cut down a wide area of ​​land."

Ye Sang smiled and said, "Then I'll go take a look later. If it's okay, we'll start building a training ground."

Tan Cang's eyes fluctuated: "Okay."

After talking for a while, Tancang went back down the mountain. Ye Sang continued to soak his hands with the concoction. Gradually, his hands became less swollen and less red.

When the temperature of the concoction cooled down, Ye Sang's hand recovered to [-] to [-]%. It was still red and swollen, but it did not affect the use.

Ye Sang went to get some scraps of animal skin and sewed himself a pair of gloves with exposed fingers.

Time is tight now, so I will do two more small stitches later in the evening.

Wearing gloves, Ye Sang has a bit more cool temperament, like a motorcycle girl.

Come to the foot of the mountain and have dinner with Hua and the others.

As a celebrity in the tribe, Ye Sang's gloves immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The fish came over while gnawing on the bones, pointed at Ye Sang's gloves with great curiosity and asked: "Sang, what are you wearing on your hands?"

Lu and Cao also looked over, their eyes full of interest.Ye Sang secretly thought, why are all the wild people around him so curious?

"These are gloves. Wear them in winter to keep your palms warm. I hurt my hands playing the drums just now, so I put on gloves to protect my hands." Ye Sang took off the gloves and showed them to everyone.

"It looks good." Everyone looked at the gloves with great interest, and while looking at them, they unanimously asked Ye Sang to teach them how to make gloves.

Ye Sang answered everyone: "We are going to build a training ground in the afternoon, and we will make gloves in the evening. We will also use gloves during training."

After listening to Ye Sang's words, the clan members calmed down and silently looked forward to the evening.

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After dinner, the tribe followed Ye Sang to the back mountain.

Yesterday afternoon and this morning, we finally cleared about an acre of land.

These open spaces are not enough to accommodate the training of more than 1000 people. They will continue to expand during construction, step by step, and everything will happen slowly.

However, the tree has been cut down, but there are still many tree stumps on the ground. The stumps need to be dug out, filled in, and the ground leveled before proceeding to the next step.

After listening to Ye Sang's words, the tribe sent some people to dig the stumps.

Ye Sang told everyone how to dig, and then started digging with everyone.

The tree stump grows in the ground. You need to dig up the soil next to it before digging the stump. However, you don't need to uproot the stump. You only need to dig out part of the stump. When you fill it back with soil, the ground will be filled flat.

After a lot of effort, everyone finally dug out the tree stumps one by one and filled the ground.

Next lay tiles on the floor.

This group of barbarians no longer need to undergo strength training. They are already very powerful. They only need to conduct discipline and unity training.

Ye Sang imitated military training, but he would not follow military training entirely. It should be adapted to local conditions and different people.

Bamboo and the others burned a lot of bricks, piled them near the brick kiln, took them and spread them over.

There is also a lot of care in laying the floor, otherwise the bricks will loosen and water will accumulate when it rains. When stepped on, the bricks will sway from side to side and people will fall down.

When laying bricks, you need to tamp the ground first, then lay a layer of gravel, then fill it with a layer of soil, and finally lay the bricks on top.

The floor of the toilet is laid like this. Everyone is very experienced. No need for Ye Sangduo to say, Yucang and others led the tribe to lay it.

His partner was so capable that he could save himself a lot of work, so Ye Sang could just be the supervisor.

Soon another day passed. Yesterday's acre of wasteland was all paved with bricks, and it was very flat when stepped on.

"Training in such a good place will definitely make me better."

"I like this place very much. If I build a house in the future, I will build it here." The tribe members remembered what Ye Sang said about building a house.

"I have put in so much effort now, and I will definitely work harder when I train and become stronger."

The tribesmen walked into the tribe talking to each other, obviously having great expectations for the training.

Ye Sang walked at the end. Listening to what everyone said, she felt relieved. She was afraid that her tribe would say that she was looking for trouble and wasting everyone's time. Fortunately, she didn't hear such a voice.

Following everyone back to the tribe, the tribesmen who did not want to eat dinner would go back to their caves to rest. If they wanted to eat, they would go down the mountain and cook something.

Hua and Xi had been studying with Ye Sang this afternoon, but they came back half an hour early and had almost prepared the meal.

With two good helpers, Ye Sang felt that she had a lot less things to worry about.

Hua asked with concern: "Sister, is your hand healed?"

Ye Sang took off his gloves and showed them to the two of them: "It's okay, the swelling is gone. The redness is because of the cold winter."

Hua nodded reassuringly: "It's okay. Sister, let's eat."

Ye Sang looked at the braised pork in the pot and couldn't help but swallowed: "I happen to be hungry." After a pause, he added, "I found that Hua's cooking skills have improved, and the meat seems to be more fragrant."

Hua was praised by Ye Sang and looked very happy: "Sister, you should eat more."

Ye Sang smiled and said: "That's for sure, we can't live up to the hard work we have spent."

……

After dinner, Lu, Yu and the others came to Ye Sang and wanted her to teach them how to make gloves.

It was too cold at night, so Ye Sang asked everyone to bring their things and go to her cave to learn.

Ye Sang lit a bonfire in the cave, and everyone sat around the bonfire. To her surprise, Tancang Hefeng and the others also came and sat next to Ye Sang. From the looks of them, they were preparing to do needlework together. Son.

Think about it, a group of wild men and a group of women sewing gloves together...

Ye Sang couldn't bear to think about it, but this was good. There would be no thought of men being superior to women, and everything would depend on strength.

"Before sewing the gloves, everyone first spread the animal skin on the stool, then pressed their hands on the animal skin and drew lines along the fingers..."

Ye Sang demonstrated while speaking. She spoke slowly so that everyone could see clearly.

"If you don't understand, raise your hand and ask me." Ye Sang said to everyone.

Yucang never misses any opportunity to get close to Ye Sang: "Sang, my lines are crooked."