wild trail

Chapter 190
The prairie fire this time directly gave the tribe an inexhaustible amount of arable land. In order not to waste his arson this time, Wang Lang decided to sow the next season of corn tomorrow.

Ever since he came to this grassland, Wang Lang suddenly felt that he was simply an arsonist. In less than a year, he set off two fires on this grassland. He would be pulled out and shot ten times.

Yesterday's tragedy basically did not affect everyone's mood. After the burnt smell in the tribe dissipated, people continued to work as usual, and the wall began to be bricked on this day.

A large number of bricks were transported to the construction site, and people walking back and forth, like ants, transported building materials under the fence and dug the foundation.

At this time, Wang Lang was carefully burying the sprouted potatoes next to the vegetable field. If he could not get a large amount of potatoes again in a short time in the future, these dozen or so potatoes would be used as seeds to be cultivated for a long time.

After pouring the dung water, Wang Lang expected these primitive potatoes to break out of the ground smoothly.

On the second day, except for the nearly 100 people who built the wall, all the rest of the clan were dispatched to start a new season of planting with crude tools.

The last bumper harvest made people realize the benefits of intensive farming. This time without Wang Lang's reminder, the old people of these tribes took the initiative to take the newcomers to plant with their faces facing the loess and their backs facing the sky.

With sufficient manpower, this time, Wang Lang has great ambitions. He plans to sow nearly [-] mu of corn at a time. As long as the grain is harvested, the harvested grain will not only be enough for these people to eat for half a year, but also There may be some remaining.

In this way, as long as there is a surplus of grain, the extra grain can be used for wine making.

Although Wang Lang doesn't like drinking very much, he knows that alcohol is a good thing. Apart from drinking, the high-strength wine distilled can be used as alcohol.

Basically, there are no medicines in the tribe. As long as the body is scratched, it is likely to take the life of a healthy adult. If there is alcohol for disinfection, at least a large number of people can be guaranteed to live healthy.

Wang Lang, who has little knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine, hopes to find herbs that can cure diseases, but with his ability, even if the herbs are placed in front of him, he can't recognize them. Even the highly recognizable ginseng, in this barbaric era, he It is also very likely that it is not clear whether it is radish or ginseng.

According to ancient legends, Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs, but as Wang Lang, who has no noble sentiments, he does not have the spirit of selfless dedication. Even if other people are asked to do human experiments, he does not want to use his own people to try.

"Once the Raging Fire Tribe is wiped out, and I use those man-eating guys to test the poison, surely God will forgive me!" Wang Lang muttered to himself.

The sowing went smoothly. After the burning, the land became extremely soft, and a small hole could be made by digging lightly with a bone plow. With the joint efforts of more than 100 people, more than ten acres of land were planted in one day. land.

In the evening, after dinner, Wang Lang looked at the dark night sky and frowned.

The sky became gloomy before dusk, and at night, it was so dark that you could hardly see your fingers.

With such a weather, Wang Lang knew that the heavy rain was finally coming. The heavy rain last time came quickly and quickly, and did not have any impact on agricultural production.

But good luck doesn't happen again and again. Such gloomy weather reminded Wang Lang of the heavy rain on the way of migration.

Wang Lang would probably forget the destructive power of that terrible rainstorm. If he hadn't found a cave to hide in advance, it is estimated that more than a dozen people would have been swallowed by the flood.

"Lin Huo!" Wang Lang sullenly called Lin Huo over.

After Lin Huo walked over with a torch, he asked, "What's wrong!"

"Go call someone and move all the clay pots and jars outside the tribe. I think the rain is likely to cause floods." Wang Lang said very solemnly.

Lin Huo looked at the night sky without a single star, and said, "Probably not, it hasn't rained a few times in such a long time, maybe this time it will stop in a while."

"It's better to prepare in advance. If there is a flood, the water in that river will be undrinkable. We must collect enough water in advance." Wang Lang said.

Lin Huo nodded and said, "Okay, I'll do it now."

Wang Lang waved his hand and let Lin Huo back down. He looked at the dark night sky with an incomparably dignified expression. He frowned and organized the women to drive the horned dragons kept in the fence into the built thatched huts. If Jiaolongyu died in the heavy rain, it would definitely be a big blow to Wang Lang.

In the dark night, the tribe is busy and busy. After all the preventive work is done, people hide under the house or thatched shed, waiting for the heavy rain.

In the middle of the night, thick lightning illuminated the night sky, and the rolling thunder shook the mud from the thatched cottage.

Not long after, heavy rain poured down. Seeing the dense rain, Wang Lang thought to himself, "Sure enough, it's the same as last time. A flood will definitely happen."

Fanxing hugged Wang He, came to Wang Lang, and said, "Lang, if there is a flood, those dams should be useful!"

Wang Lang sighed, and said, "I have done everything that needs to be done, and now I can only hope for God's blessing."

"Boom!"

Another muffled thunder sounded, and the terrible thunder frightened Wang He into crying. Fan Xing hurriedly carried the child in, trying his best to calm down the crying child.

An hour later, the pouring rain showed no signs of abating. Worried, Wang Lang rushed out of the house and ran towards the watchtower in the rain.Fanxing wanted to stop it but it was too late.

Lin Huo, who lives next door to Wang Lang, saw Wang Lang rushing out, and ran out after him.

"Lang, it's raining so heavily, what are you doing out there?" Lin Huo could only roar loudly for Wang Lang to hear the sound of the rain.

"I have to see how those dikes are doing. If we can't stop the flood, we have to leave here quickly." Wang Lang roared, walking up to the high platform without stopping.

Lin Huo gritted his teeth, and then followed.

It was pitch black outside the tribe, and it was hard to see anything, and the dense rain made it difficult to breathe.

"Crack!"

Thick lightning illuminated the night sky, and with this light Wang Lang could clearly see the light condition of the river embankment.

Although the river water has risen a lot, there is still a long way to go to cross the embankment. The embankment stubbornly keeps the raging river water out.

Wang Lang couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and said, "It's okay, let's go down quickly, it's too dangerous here."

As soon as the words fell, a thick lightning fell from the sky and struck the dense forest. There was a little fire in the forest, but it was quickly extinguished by the rain.

Seeing this scene, Wang Lang didn't dare to continue standing on a high place, the two hurried to the ground and ran back to their residence.

(End of this chapter)