wild trail

Chapter 237 Everything is Changing

The collection team moved forward slowly, and the soldiers stood guard on both sides of the vehicle, watching the movement on both sides of the road vigilantly.

With smooth roads, the fruit forests that could only be reached by walking for a day, under the current roads, the team of grass chickens set off in the morning and arrived at the destination at two or three in the afternoon, which took more than half a day.

The red fruit is still growing on the tree, perhaps because of the arrival of human beings, the monkeys in the fruit forest have disappeared.

"Shi Yue, you take people to guard below, Shi Gang, you take people to collect fruit, we will rest here tonight, and return early tomorrow morning for us." Bark ordered.

When the two teams heard the news, they immediately became busy.

The soldiers were caught in the baskets, and they climbed up the tree as quickly as monkeys, picked the bright red fruits one by one, and kept throwing them into the baskets.

In more than two hours, all the vehicles were filled.

"Boss, what do you think the leader asked us to bring back so many fruits? Isn't it bad if we can't eat so much?" Shi Yue asked suspiciously.

"If you do this, the leader naturally has his own plans. When have you ever seen a leader doing something useless?" Bark said.

"That's right, the leader's wisdom is beyond our imagination." Shi Yue agreed.

"Stop talking nonsense, you guys pay attention to the situation around you, and the others take the time to rest." Bark interrupted the conversation and told the soldiers.

After a peaceful night, the collection team returned with a full load.

When the fresh fruits arrived, all the people in the tribe came to watch. People who had never seen these fruits, looked at the carts of bright red fruits, and kept swallowing their saliva.

"Send the two carts back to the inner city, put the other carts into the warehouse, and then distribute one to each clansman." Wang Lang ordered.

Apart from eating some of these fruits, Wang Lang's main plan is to use them to make wine.

Even if you can't make it to the end, brewing fruit wine can greatly improve the living conditions of the tribe.

The method of fruit wine is also very simple. Although there is no ready-made yeast to ferment, as long as these fruits are stored, the substances in the fruit itself can promote the fermentation of the fruit, which is also the original method of wine.

Two carts of fruit, Wang Lang estimates that at least dozens of jars of wine can be brewed.

For these tribesmen who ate such deliciousness for the first time, this thing is worth a thousand gold.

If these tropical fruits are not eaten as soon as possible, they will soon rot and deteriorate. Wang Lang has no plan to turn all the fruits into wine. Send some over there.

Wang Lang's method of brewing fruit wine is simple and rough. After putting all these fruits into a jar, seal the mouth of the jar with animal skin, and bury it directly in the soil. Just wait for a while, let these fruits ferment, and after some processing It's just plain fruit wine.

It took nearly a hundred clay pots to fill the two carts of fruit. Although people didn't know why Wang Lang stored these fruits like this, they could tell from Wang Lang's seriousness that he was doing a very important thing.

After processing the fruit, the next thing is to wait.

A few days later, the soldiers drove the slaves out of their cells and asked them to harvest the ripe hemp with sickles.

Compared with opening up roads, the work of harvesting was much easier. Under the supervision of soldiers, the slaves worked hard to stack bundles of hemp together.

Wang Lang had already told several leaders about the steps of retting.

With the harvest of hemp, the tribe suddenly became extremely busy, and more than ten acres of hemp were harvested within two weeks.

And the first batch of hemp retting is ready to use.

The women fish out bundles of hemp from puddles emitting a strange smell, and beat them vigorously with sticks.

With hemp fiber, all that's left is spinning and weaving.

Although he made the spinning wheel, Wang Lang was still at a loss for the loom, so he could only make a low-efficiency weaving tool. If Wang Lang had a better understanding of the historical evolution of weaving, he would know, The weaving tool he made is called a waist machine.

Under the guidance of Mu Feng, the women learned how to use the spinning wheel. Seeing the messy hemp fibers turn into tiny hemp threads, Wang Lang showed a smile on his face.

Weaving is a very tedious task, and it is also a skill that Wang Lang requires women to master.

As the tribe gradually moves closer to private ownership, after the future tribesmen form families, women must have a skill to earn a living if they want to obtain a higher status.

Wang Lang can imagine that, if there is no accident, within a hundred years or a thousand years, the fingers and hands of these women will be traced by these hemp threads on their fingers. These wounds and calluses are also the glory of women, no less wounds on men.

The spun twines are carefully stored, waiting to be processed into cloth.

The work of weaving is very slow, and weaving is completely manual. Even if a woman sits there without eating or drinking, and keeps spinning, she will not be able to weave much cloth.

Although the progress is slow, Wang Lang is not in a hurry. The materials and tools are already available, and the appearance of cloth is only a matter of time.

Half a month after harvesting hemp, the Raging Fire Tribe once again sent potatoes.

And this time, it was Qi Yan who was responsible for delivering the goods this time, and surprisingly, Chi, who was a spy, was also in the team this time.

Chi followed behind Qi Yan nervously, although he tried his best to pretend to be calm, but the dodging eyes still betrayed his true inner thoughts.

Wang Lang also saw this guy, and couldn't help being stunned for a moment, but he recovered in an instant. This time he was able to come here so that he could learn about the recent situation of the Raging Fire Tribe from him.

"There is the leader of the Salt Department, we meet again." Qi Yan said to Wang Lang respectfully.

"Qi Yan, how many Ugu have you brought this time!" Wang Lang asked.

"This time it's still two hundred catties, and we'll send the rest over slowly, and I hope you can continue to fulfill our promise." Qi Yan said slowly.

"No problem, as long as you deliver the things on time, we will give you peace." Wang Lang looked at Qi Yan calmly.

"Your bosom will make even the gods look sideways." Qi Yan said respectfully.

"You and I don't know each other. In this way, our tribe recently received a bunch of fruit, why don't you stay and taste it!" Wang Lang smiled.

Qi Yan frowned slightly, and said slowly: "Thank you for your kindness, we have to return to the tribe, so there is no need."

"Our leader rewards you with food, do you dare to refuse?" the tree bark beside him scolded loudly.

Qi Yan was taken aback. Although he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Wang Lang's gourd, he always felt that something was wrong, but the situation was stronger than others, so he nodded and said, "Thank you for your kindness."

Wang Lang smiled and said, "That's right, let's go, let's go to the tribe to taste that fruit."

When Wang Lang turned around, he gave Shupi a look.

Bark immediately understood, nodded lightly, and then said to the followers of the Raging Fire Tribe: "These guys have come from a long way, and they must have worked very hard, drink some water and rest."

(End of this chapter)