The sea of ​​fire in the ancestral land of the Mang tribe rekindled, and the totem gods of the entire central part, all the large tribes, medium tribes, and some small tribes sensed it. They looked at this place from afar, but didn't know what was going on.

Then, just two days later, an amazing news came back to the three major tribes.

The totem warriors they sent to the ancestral land of the Mang tribe were all destroyed!

The news spread rapidly, causing storm waves throughout the central region.

For a time, the ancient name of the Mang Tribe was once again known through various legends and murals.

The three furious tribes immediately blocked the way to the Southern Wilderness and sent a large number of totem warriors to search for the whereabouts of Chen Bei and others.

However, the central area is too vast, with primeval forests everywhere. It is no less difficult to find the people of the Mang Tribe in this endless forest than to find a needle in a haystack.

To the north of the Mang tribe's ancestral land, there is a cave among the mountains.

In the cave, more than 50 totem warriors of the Mang tribe and six rhinos were resting around the fire.

Fortunately, the cave is big enough, even though there are so many people and rhinos, they still don’t feel crowded.

"Chief, why don't we run south? Aren't we going back to the tribe?"

Hongye couldn't help but ask Chenbei. After leaving the ancestral land, Chenbei took them all the way north, ran to the mountain and found the cave.

There was a giant horned deer on the ground, which was just hunted. Everyone cut off the meat and roasted it with sticks.

While barbecuing meat, Chenbei explained to Hongye: "We have burned so many people in one fire. People from the three major tribes must be very angry. They know that we are coming from the Southern Wilderness and must have arranged a large number of people in the direction leading to the Southern Wilderness."

"If we run south, if we hit them, wouldn't we fall into the trap?"

Hongye still asked unwillingly: "We ran so fast, and it is very likely that we would have run away before them. As long as we arrive in the Southern Wilderness, it will not be so easy for them to chase us."

Such a big thing happened, Hongye just wanted to return to the tribe as soon as possible and stay in this strange place in the middle, which made him uncomfortable.

Chen Bei shook his head and said, "Don't forget that the battle pets of the Ant Tribe and the Bee Tribe can fly. No matter how fast you run, can those giant bees fly fast? We can't take this risk."

Mountain patterns, red flowers, and other totem warriors nodded, and they absolutely trusted Chen Bei's judgment.

Hongye lowered her head and said, "It's because I thought it's too simple."

Chen Bei patted his shoulder and said, "Hongye, don't be depressed. We just need to hide here for a while before we can return to the tribe. There is no need to take risks."

In this era, whether it is a large or a small tribe, there is the same food shortage in winter.

It is autumn now, and all tribes are working hard to store winter food, clothing, houses, etc., and they cannot spend a lot of manpower to block the road to the southern wasteland for a long time.

Even if they want to, they can't do it at all.

So Chen Bei predicted that they would only search wildly for the first few days. When they found that they could not find the people from the Mang tribe, they would naturally give up temporarily.

After all, there is nothing more important than letting the tribe members survive the winter smoothly.

Everyone in the Mang tribe lived in this cave temporarily.

On the other hand, the three major tribes searched for seven or eight days, but they couldn't even find the shadow of the Mang tribe's people, so they had no choice but to give up.

...

The Southern Wilderness, the Mang Tribe, and the autumn harvest is underway.

After more than half a year of cultivation, the rice finally matures.

"Hehe!"

The captain of the planting team, Yan, picked a few golden and plump grains from the paddy fields, put them in his mouth and bit them, making a crisp sound of breaking.

"Sure enough, the leader said that the millet turns yellow and hard, which means it is ripe."

The rock spit out the bitten millet and looked carefully. The rice grains inside were crystal clear and very beautiful.

"This is rice. He said that using this can make rice. It is said to be a delicious food, and the leader has been obsessed with it."

When Chenbei was still in the tribe, he often went to the paddy fields to see the growing rice, and even fertilized and caught insects himself, which was very concerned.

Yan had never seen Chen Bei care about other food so much, so he was more careful and carefully managed the rice field according to Chen Bei's requirements.

The water in the fields had been drained a few days ago, and the soil was no longer muddy, and the time for harvest was coming.

Iron said to the member of the planting team who had already prepared tools such as stone sickle behind him, "Start harvest!"

Everyone could not wait. At the command of Yan, they went down the fields and harvested rice one after another.

"Be careful, these millets are treasures. If they are wasted, I can't spare you."

Yan said as he took action himself. His hands were very stable. The ripe rice trembled and then fell off. He also patiently picked it up.

The cut rice poles were tied into bunches, then filled them in a vine basket, and directly carried them back to the tribe.

They had the first time growing this kind of food, and they didn't know what to do, so they could only bring it back to the tribe before planning.

When everyone is careful, the rice is not wasted, and even the fallen from the ground will be picked up, but the efficiency is too slow.

There were only five acres of paddy fields, and the rocks took dozens of people and took a whole day to harvest them. The efficiency was extremely low.

But even so, the rock feels it is very worth it. With these rice, more will be planted next year. Year after year, this kind of food that even the leader likes will definitely be eaten by people in the entire tribe.

That night, the people from the planting team gathered at the place where the rice was piled up and used their hands to pick up all the millet on the rice stalks. The group of people worked hard.

The last five acres of land was only more than 1,000 kilograms of millet, which means that the rice of one acre of land was only more than 200 kilograms after a year of hard work.

If this yield was in Chenbei's previous life, it would be ridiculed if it was said.

But in the primitive era, this kind of harvest was already very good. People like tribes could only earn one hundred kilograms of millet per acre, which was half less than the Mang tribe.

The reason why the yield is twice as high as that of the Xiang tribe is due to Chenbei's farming experience and the careful management of the planting team.

When the spring is coming next year, we will select the full good millet as seeds, and the harvest will definitely be higher than this year.

With the generations of planting the best, the yield will definitely gradually increase with the optimization of seeds and the accumulation of planting experience.

"These millets will have to be dried for a few days, then put them in the animal skin bag and hang them. When the leader comes back, he will be surprised."

The next day, Yan dried the millets and sent two children to take care of them, and then continued to harvest other grains.

Autumn harvest is always very busy. As long as the entire Mang tribe is able to help, anyone who can find time will come to help.

After all, this is the food security for the tribe to spend the winter.

...

In the middle, in the mountains and forests north of the Mang tribe.

After hiding for more than ten days, Chen Bei led his men to the road back to the tribe.

The sea of ​​fire in the ancestral land is still burning, and it seems that it will continue to burn. Perhaps only the totem god of the Mang tribe can control this sea of ​​fire when it comes back.

The three major tribes sent some people to guard the ancestral land of the Mang tribe, and also guard the sea of ​​fire.

Chenbei did not get closer to the ancestral land anymore because it would be discovered.

He climbed to the highest mountain nearby, looked at the ancestral land from afar, and looked at the sea of ​​fire.

"We will be back sooner or later in the middle, ancestral land!"

After watching for a while, Chen Bei took his tribe members back to the direction of the southern wilderness.

They choose remote and few people to go, and try to avoid other tribes to avoid conflicts.
Chapter completed!