wild trail

Chapter 52 Want to build a base

As the bag opened, people all craned their necks to look into the bag.

The few people who were tied up saw something interesting here, and wanted to come over to have a look, but because they were afraid, they could only sit there obediently, just sneaking glances here and there from time to time.

The four people who followed Wang Lang naturally knew what it was, but Wang Lang just said a few words before, and they didn't know much about it. They knew that something that Wang Lang valued must be of great use, and they were also very curious at the moment. Following Wang Lang's explanation.

"Lang, what is this?" Someone asked.

Wang Lang shook the ear of grain in his hand, and said, "This is something that can be eaten, and our main food in the future will be this thing."

Hearing that Wang Lang had found something edible again, and that he valued it so much, everyone swallowed involuntarily except Jiao and the four of them.

Looking at these clansmen who were about to drool, Wang Lang smiled and said, "This thing can't be eaten directly. It's too dark now. I'll make it for everyone to eat tomorrow."

Hearing that they can't eat now, people suddenly lost interest and sat back again.

Wang Lang didn't care about their reaction, and continued: "We will plant this thing in the future, and when we harvest a batch, I plan to build a residence near that salt mine."

"Isn't it good for us to be here? Why do we go there? And we don't use much salt. One visit is enough for us for a long time, so there's no need to move there?" Wu Yun asked puzzled.

Before Wang Lang could speak, Fan Xing also said, "Lang, we just finished building the fence and houses here, so why don't we want them?"

People were very opposed to Wang Lang's approach, and stepped forward to persuade Wang Lang to give up the idea.

Wang Lang's head hurt from the noise of these people, and finally he couldn't take it anymore, and shouted: "Shut up!"

Seeing Wang Lang get angry, the noisy voice disappeared, and Wang Lang suddenly felt that the world was much cleaner.

Wang Lang looked at the crowd gloomyly, and said slightly angrily, "Will you let me finish my sentence? Did I say to move the entire tribe there?"

People couldn't help looking at each other, it seemed that they hadn't said that just now, and they felt a little embarrassed for a while.

"Hey, that... we were wrong just now, Lang, what do you mean by building a residence." Jianya smiled playfully, trying to resolve the embarrassing atmosphere.

Wang Lang squinted at Jianya, and snorted coldly: "I plan to send some people to live there in the future, this small forest will be cut down by us in a short time, we will need a lot of wood in the future, we can only get it from there. "

Seeing that people were thinking seriously, Wang Lang paused for a while and continued: "We need hemp to make ropes to weave cloth, and bamboo to make bows and arrows. We have to find them in the forest. It’s hard to find, a lot of things have to go there to get it, and it takes too long to go back and forth from here.”

Wu Yun, who was good at thinking, frowned and thought for a while, then asked: "Lang, go there to build a settlement, how will we solve our food, the number of people is too small and we can build walls while hunting, this is simply impossible."

Seeing that Wu Yun could think of this, Wang Lang smiled gratifiedly and said, "You're right, that's why I just said that I will wait for these things to be harvested before doing anything about the place of residence."

When people heard Wang Lang's explanation, they looked at the ears of grain in the bag with suspicion. They couldn't imagine that such a humble thing could solve people's food problems.

Heishi, who is older, has experienced many lives of starvation. He doesn't care whether the tribe wants to move, as long as he can eat enough, he will go anywhere. He stroked his messy beard and asked: "Lang, Are these things in the bag really filling us up?"

Wang Lang shook his head and said: "Of course it's not enough to just rely on this in the bag, but there are many of these things growing in that place, as long as we collect them and plant them as seeds, we can eat them without even hunting when they are harvested." full."

When they heard that they could eat without hunting, people suddenly became excited. If what Wang Lang said was true, then people would not have to risk their lives to hunt.

While most were excited, someone saw a problem.

Because Huo had seen the grain field and knew the amount of grain there, it was almost impossible for Huo to gather all the ears of grain and bring them back by hand.

"Lang, there are too many things in that place. How long will it take for us to collect them and carry them back?" Huo asked.

The corner of Wang Lang's mouth twitched, and he said, "Did you forget that the place is by the river?"

Huo looked at Wang Lang suspiciously, and for some reason suddenly mentioned Ke Hehe.

Wu Yun at the side suddenly realized: "Lang, you mean, we can use a raft to transport things back?"

Wang Lang really wanted to pretend to say to Wu Yun that children can be taught, and to fire that rotten wood cannot be carved.

But because they couldn't understand these two sentences, Wang Lang regretted that he couldn't feel the pleasure of pretending.

With Wu Yun's solution, Huo also realized that it would be no problem to transport those things back with rafts.

And other people who have never seen the millet field have no idea about the number of ears of grain. When they saw Wang Lang and the others talking, they dragged them onto the raft, very puzzled and in a state of bewilderment.

Wang Lang nodded and said: "Wu Yun is right. The river flows smoothly. Even if you drive against the current, it is much more convenient than using people to carry it. We will build a residence there in the future, and we can process things there. , with a raft, and now this place is only used for hunting and food production.”

Wang Lang's idea is that one of these two residences is used as an agricultural base and the other as an industrial base. Although it is a bit far-fetched to describe it as an industry, as long as you lay a good foundation, with the development of population in the future, building a city is inevitable. It is not unimaginable to form a city dominated by handicrafts with a well-established foundation for the residence.

Others listened to Wang Lang's words clearly and logically. Although they heard it in a cloud, as long as they didn't give up their current residence and went downstream to buy one, people didn't have any objections.

Seeing that everyone agreed with his idea, Wang Lang said with satisfaction: "Since everyone has no objections, let's start making some rafts tomorrow, and send some people over in a few days to collect these things."

"Lang, since this thing is so important, let's give it a name!" Fan Xing said.

"I've already thought about this. I call this plant millet, and its seeds are called rice."

"Corn?" Fan Xing murmured.

Wang Lang nodded and said, "Corn will be the key to our tribe's prosperity."

(End of this chapter)