wild trail

Chapter 179
The pouring rain came and went quickly. After only 15 minutes, the dark clouds in the sky had drifted into the distance. The sky cleared up and the sun shone, filling the air with the smell of soil.

"Did it stop so soon?" Lin Huo looked at the sky in surprise.

"Let's keep working! Build the wall earlier so that we can have a comfortable place to live." Wang Lang said to the people in the hut.

"Work, work!" The soldiers yelled loudly, urging the people sheltering from the rain to continue working.

With this rare rainfall, the earth suddenly glowed with vitality, and the wilted weeds became more upright under the moisture of the rain.

When the rain stopped, Wang Lang asked for four pottery boards to be prepared, on which he personally wrote the names of the four dead people of the concertina.

The next day, after the pottery board was fired, everyone in the tribe stopped working. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wang Lang personally put the pottery board with four names on it into the wooden pit and buried it.

"Are you really going to do this?" Lin Huo asked.

Wang Lang nodded and said: "This is what I have to do, you all go back, I can just stay here by myself."

Lin Huo sighed and waved his hands to let the crowd disperse.

After the clansmen left, Wang Lang sat in front of the four graves with a somewhat lonely expression.

Looking at these four new graves, Wang Lang shook his head. He didn't know how many people would be buried here in the future. In this world, human life can be said to be worthless. For nearly three years, Wang Lang worked hard to maintain his heart. He knew I am not a kind person, everything I do is just to make my life better.

But in order to achieve this goal, I don't know how many fresh lives died on the way.

Diseases, wars, natural disasters, even a simple scratch may kill a person. The fragility of life makes Wang Lang feel fear. He doesn't know how long he can live in this world. People are afraid of death. I am no exception.

As a primitive man who has not received the baptism of science, he still has a soul sustenance after death, but Wang Lang himself understands that death is really dead, but it has become nourishment and returned to heaven and earth. There will be no such thing in this world. There is no trace of yourself.

At night, there were bursts of insects singing in the reeds by the river, and the clansmen had already gone to sleep after dinner. Fan Xing carefully placed Wang He on the straw mat, quietly walked out of the room, and came to Wang Lang's house. around.

"Lang, you haven't eaten for a day. I've saved some meat for you. You can eat some!" Fanxing said to Wang Lang holding a piece of meat.

Wang Lang smiled, stroked Fanxing's hair, shook his head and said, "No need, they died because of my mistake, I should do this, you go back to sleep, don't worry about me."

"But your body..."

"Don't worry, it's fine, go back, the little thing will wake up in a while, go back!" Wang Lang said gently.

Fanxing wanted to continue persuading her, but she didn't know what to say when she reached the point of her mouth. She looked at Wang Lang worriedly, feeling a little sad in her heart, and finally had no choice but to return to the tribe.

In the early morning, when people woke up from their sleep, they saw Wang Lang still sitting upright beside the tomb, as if he had never moved.

Looking at Wang Lang's back, everyone was in awe. New members of the tribe could also be treated like this by Wang Lang, so they should die without regret.

No one bothered Wang Lang that day, but people worked harder, the wall had already started to ram the earth, and with the concerted efforts of everyone, the progress was rapid, and almost one-third of it was completed in one day.

After hunting the titan python, the fishermen set off again on this day and set up a raft with a bed crossbow, which doubled the courage of the people and entered the lake that took the lives of four people without fear.

The fishing went smoothly, no scary monsters were encountered, and the live fish in the baskets were transported to the tribe. Everyone thought that they were the masters of this world, and nothing could threaten them.

Self-confidence was formed in their hearts, and the look of cowardice and fear in their eyes disappeared, and the tribe seemed full of vitality.

In the evening, Wang Lang, who had been guarding the spirit for two days, was already extremely weak. Lin Huo carried Wang Lang back to the house, and the women boiled some corn porridge for Wang Lang to supplement his exhausted physical strength.

The elders of the tribe gathered around Wang Lang's house, waiting for the news from inside.

And the people in the heart are looking forward to it outside the old wall, praying to the gods that their leader can recover as soon as possible.

Lin Huo walked out of the room and said to everyone: "The leader has already gone to bed after drinking the porridge, you all go back, don't disturb the leader to rest."

People breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to cheer, but they were afraid of affecting Wang Lang's rest, so they could only suppress their inner excitement and stay away from the house.

Wang Lang's behavior this time will be widely circulated in this tribe. After thousands of years, this incident has become a legend, and the deeds of the ancient saints appeared in the students' textbooks.

Upstream of the river, Linhe Village.

Jian Ya looked at the dozen or so yellow and thin men and women in front of him, squinted his eyes and asked, "Are these the only ones you escaped from?"

"Great leader, all my companions died on the road, only we escaped, the fire tribe spread, as long as you come here, you can be protected by the children of the sun, the powerful tribe in the east, the tribe that is not afraid of the threat of the fire , great leader, please take us in." An older clansman prostrated himself on the ground and said with tears in his eyes.

"Son of the Sun, what do you mean?" Jian Ya asked, frowning.

"Since the Tribe of Fire Tribe challenged you and failed, it has been rumored among slaves that a mysterious tribe appeared in the east, and the leader of that tribe was the child of the Sun God, and the Sun God sent his child to chatter In the mortal world, the slaves who rescue us from suffering, as long as they escape here, the Fire Tribe will not harm us." The man explained respectfully.

"Wu Yun, what do you think is going on?" Jian Ya asked Wu Yun beside him.

Wu Yun rubbed his chin for a while and said, "I guess the leader's plan has succeeded, and that guy named Chi has already started to act."

"Oh!" Jian Ya raised his eyebrows and said, "I didn't expect that slave to be a good guy, so what do you think we should do with them, whether to stay here or send them to Lang."

"Let's stay here. My manpower is still a little short. Although it has just rained and the drought has been relieved, the crops damaged by the last war have not recovered. Now the food is a little insufficient, and more must be planted." If these people stay here, they can make food faster." Wu Yun said slowly.

Jian Ya nodded, looked at the dozen or so escaped slaves and said, "You can stay here."

These fugitive slaves were overjoyed when they heard the words, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Jianya, and kept shouting: "Thank you, the great son of the sun."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not the son of the sun, what you call the son of the sun should be our leader, and I'm just the leader of this village." Jian Ya snorted coldly.

(End of this chapter)