wild trail

Chapter 109

It's just that the combination of the wheels and the axle is very heavy. Although the wood may be lighter after drying, Wang Lang doesn't have so much time to dry the wood now.

He remembered that he had read information on this by accident. The wood used to build ships must be dried in the shade for at least 2-3 years. Wang Lang couldn't afford to wait for such a long time, but direct drying may cause cracks in the wood, so it is better Just use wet wood to make do with it. Anyway, there is enough wood here. If you are worried about the wheels being broken, just get a bunch of spare ones and put them away.

People looked at the rolling wheels, and they all gathered around curiously. This thing that took everyone several days to build, people have never had an intuitive concept in their minds. Seeing the assembled wheels, they looked at the carriage over there. , people finally understand the value of this thing.

"Boss, with this thing, we can bring back more copper." Kong Yi said excitedly.

Wang Lang nodded and said, "Yes, with this thing, we can not only transport copper, but the most important thing is that we can use it to transport food. After all, we can't live by the river all the time."

"Where else can we be beside the river?" Bark asked with some doubts.

Wang Lang said: "In the future, we will build a residence over the copper mine, which will save some transportation time."

"What about our drinking water? I don't remember there being a river there." Bark asked.

Wang Lang smiled and said, "Have you forgotten the kind of tree that can produce water?"

The bark suddenly understood and said: "Yes, why did I forget this thing, the water in that strange tree is enough for us to drink for a long time, if we dig a hole, we don't even need to build a house."

Just as the tree bark became more and more excited, several children who were watching the fun suddenly pointed to the sky and said, "Look at the sky."

People heard the sound and looked, and saw a group of birds like wild geese flying in a line to the south in the sky.

Kong Yi looked at the flock of birds and said, "Whenever you see these birds on the grassland, it proves that the rainy season is coming soon."

Wang Lang didn't speak. Looking at the geese flying in rows in the sunset, he suddenly felt a little sad. In which world he used to be, he could occasionally see geese migrating to the south in his hometown every winter, and he came to this world unconsciously. It's been almost two years, and it's been so long that I can't remember what my former home was like.

Watching the geese flying farther and farther, Wang Lang sang in a low voice: "

In the sky of swan geese,
Line up in pairs,
The river is long and the grass is yellow in autumn,

On the grassland, the sound of the piano is sad,
The swan geese headed south,
flying over the reeds,
Where the wild geese go,

In my heart is my hometown in the north,
Where the wild geese go,

In my heart is my hometown in the north,
The swan geese return to the north,
take my thoughts with me,

. . . . . .

"

Although people couldn't understand what Wang Lang was singing, people could still feel the desolation and sadness in the singing. Although everyone didn't know why their leader was suddenly so sad, they knew that they were standing quietly beside Wang Lang at this moment. just fine.

The wild geese gradually disappeared into the sky, Wang Lang sighed, the wild geese could find their way home, but he could never go back, put away the sadness in his heart, looked at his clansmen who silently accompanied him by his side, and smiled , these disheveled clansmen around me are still waiting for me to lead them, fighting against the sky and the earth, and I feel sorry for myself here.

"Everyone stop standing here, let's prepare dinner. For the success of the vehicle, let's celebrate tonight. Let's eat corn porridge tonight." Wang Lang said loudly.

People cheered when they heard this. They only tasted the corn porridge once on the first day here, and after that, they cooked a small amount of corn every day. The corn can only be used as soup, which is better than clear water. .

Since Wang Lang spoke tonight and ate with open belly, they would naturally not be polite to Wang Lang. The women excitedly went to light the fire to wash the rice, and the children happily chased and played around the tribe.

Looking at the excited people, Shupi frowned and said to Wang Lang: "Patriarch, we don't have much corn. Did you say that those are reserved for spare? What if they are eaten up?"

Wang Lang shook his head and said with a smile: "It's okay, let's make everyone happy. Everyone is quite tired these days. I think that in two days, the fire will bring back the food. At that time, we will also plant corn here. As long as we last until the next harvest, we don’t have to worry about it.”

Seeing that Wang Lang didn't care about this matter, Shupi felt relieved, he hadn't eaten corn happily for a long time, thinking of corn with cooked meat, his saliva flowed unconsciously.

The next day, after the full meal last night, people got up early in the morning full of energy. Kong Yi took a deer and took seven or eight people to cut down that kind of hard tree, because this time they needed thicker trees. , The heavy tree trunk cannot be lifted back by manpower, and it can only be dragged back by giant deer.

Wang Lang let the place where the bark was located continue to process vehicles, while he took the remaining people to cut the grass and shrubs to prepare for future farming.

In this season, the withered and yellow weeds have gradually turned green. It is impossible to burn the wasteland directly. The weeds can only be cut down and dried in the sun before burning. Moreover, the scattered shrubs growing on the ground are more difficult to cultivate and must be cleared. clean.

Now that the population of the tribe is increasing, Wang Lang does not intend to use the previous method of random sowing for the sake of food production. Although intensive cultivation cannot be achieved, it is still necessary to dig pits and plant seeds, fertilize and water.

This kind of primitive millet has such tenacious vitality, sowing randomly like before, can harvest about [-] catties per mu of land. If it is taken care of, the yield will definitely be much more than it is now.

Along the river, people cut off the weeds along the roots with daggers and sickles, and randomly threw the cut weeds on the ground. Ride away with the current.

Due to the hunting and killing of a large number of surrounding wild animals a few days ago, there are very few animals near the tribe. Only a few scattered wild animals will bravely come to the salt lake to eat salt.

The animals' staying away virtually saved Wang Lang and the others a lot of trouble.

Due to the lack of sickles in the tribe, it took half a day for the people to clear more than two acres of land. This time Wang Lang planned to plant more than 20 acres of corn. Judging from the current progress, it would take at least a week to complete.

With more than 20 mu of corn, even if there is an unexpected reduction in production, one mu of land can only harvest about a hundred catties. Such a large amount will not make everyone hungry. If you are lucky, the weather will be good, and the harvest will be enough for these people in the tribe to eat half year.

(End of this chapter)