The tenth year of the establishment of the Mang Tribe, the first month of autumn.

The autumn harvest has begun. After a busy year, I encountered earthquakes and droughts. I finally managed to survive the harvest time.

"Everyone come and have some herbal tea first. This is a herb selected by the witch himself."

The sun in early autumn is very strong, making people dizzy, and the totem warriors are nothing, but the ordinary tribe members of the planting team are still very uncomfortable to harvest under the scorching sun.

Therefore, Chenbei asked Qingzhu to use the method of making witch medicine and use several herbs to make herbal tea for drinking for the hard-working autumn harvest.

"Gudu Gudu..."

A member of the planting team came first, filled a pot of herbal tea with his own water bottle, and raised his head and started drinking it.

The herbal tea tastes a little bitter in the mouth, but after drinking it, it feels cold and the heat in the body quickly disappears.

"The witch medicine made by the witch is so powerful, I feel like I have strength again!"

Although Chenbeiguan is called herbal tea, in the eyes of other tribesmen, this is the witch medicine made by witches. This name alone has a mysterious feeling that makes people respect.

Others also came to drink herbal tea, and after drinking it, they all praised it.

The last one to come was Yan. After drinking herbal tea, he came over and said to Chenbeidao: "Chief, thanks to the rains that the witch has suffered, the harvest this year is pretty good. I have seen the crops grown by the Butterfly Tribe, which are much worse than ours."

Because of the relationship between the Mang tribe, several affiliated tribes also learned planting and breeding, and learned a lot of experience from the Mang tribe, but the effect was very average.

Chenbeidao: "It's good to have enough food. There are many children born in the tribe this year. These children are the hope of the tribe's future, so they can't be hungry."

Yan sighed: "These children have good fortunes. They were born in our Mang tribe, so they don't have to worry about food and clothing. They are much better than other tribes."

With the abundant supplies of the Mang tribe, food, clothing, housing and even trained a group of witch doctors who can see a doctor. As long as the children of the Mang tribe are born, the survival rate is very high.

In other tribes, the survival rate of newborns is surprisingly low. It would be great if one or two of them could grow up smoothly in seven or eight.

Because of the high survival rate of neonatal babies and the tribe does not have the saying of birth control, the population of the Mang tribe is growing rapidly every year.

In this era, population represents the strength of a tribe. The more people the tribe will be, the stronger the tribe will be, and vice versa will be weak.

Of course, the premise is that the tribe has the ability to feed so many people.

After drinking herbal tea, Yan went down to the field again. The skin on his hands was chapped, the skin was sunburned into bronze, and his face was covered with pleats, like an old farmer in his fifties and sixties.

In fact, he was less than forty years old.

He loves planting and has also made a lot of contributions to the planting cause of the Mang tribe, which can be seen by everyone in the tribe.

Today I cut rice, using sharp bronze sickles, which are much better than the previous stone sickles or bone sickles.

After cutting a handful of rock, he skillfully tied it into a bundle with rice poles and placed it on the ground. Then he continued to cut off a handful of rocks and continued to tie it up, stacking it neatly.

Others have also gone to the fields one after another. In this primitive era, harvesting rice was a very hard thing, and everyone has to work hard.

Chenbei also went to the fields to help harvest. The leaves and millet of the rice are very piercing, especially after being soaked in sweat, it feels even more piercing.

However, Chen Bei did not stop. After he used the power of totem to protect his skin, the feeling of piercing disappeared.

Everyone is harvesting, and others can bear it without the protection of the totem power. How can he, the leader, retreat?

A few days later, the rice of the Mang tribe was harvested with the efforts of everyone. A total of more than 100,000 kilograms were harvested and placed on a huge reed woven mat to dry.

More than 100,000 kilograms sounds like a lot, but as a tribe with 20,000 people, after sharing, there are very few.

Therefore, various miscellaneous grains are the staple foods in the tribe, and rice is still scarce.

After harvesting the rice, the tuber grains such as potatoes, red cones, and potatoes also began to be harvested.

These tuber grains are not suitable for planting places, and are drought-resistant and have relatively high yields. They are the most common things on the dining tables of the Mang tribe.

Sorghum, buckwheat, soybeans... all kinds of grains are also harvested. They take advantage of the good weather and then dried and put them in the granary.

"Boom boom boom..."

The two-wheeled wooden cart of the Mang Tribe was driving on the road between the fields. The one who pulled the cart was a strong cow, because the bearings of the wooden cart had been replaced with bronze, and the service life increased greatly and the frequency of use also increased.

During the autumn harvest, these cattle and wooden carts are the busiest. They need to run back and forth one after another to bring the grain harvested from the field back to the tribe.

In order to make the ox pulling carts more stable, the engineering team of the Mang tribe often repairs the bumpy sections. The roads of the Mang tribe can be said to be the best and flattest on the entire continent. Chenbei even asked the engineering team to try to harden the road, which is still in the experimental stage.

After the grain was brought back, the elderly, women, and children in the tribe processed the grain one after another.

After drying or drying in the shade, some grain is loaded into the granary and some grain is loaded into the cellar.

As the granary and cellar were piled up little by little, everyone's faces showed a smile.

Food is always something that can make people feel at ease. The more food the more confident people are, because they are not easy to get hungry.

Mang tribe, fruit forest.

"Be careful when putting these flesh and flesh. Don't break the skin. If the skin is broken, it will be unsustainable."

In the fruit forest, Red Flower patiently teaches the tribe's tribe members to pick fruits from the trees.

The meat fruit is one of the fruit trees brought from the Shu tribe. It has a meaty taste and can eat enough. It is very popular in the Mang tribe.

Therefore, the fruit tree is also the most planted fruit tree by the Mang tribe.

After the meat and pulp are dried, it is similar to persimmon cakes. The meat tastes stronger, tastes better, and can be stored well, so you can eat it until the spring of the next year.

Therefore, except for a small number of broken flesh pulp, most of the flesh pulp are not eaten now.

The red flowers took people from morning to night, and took three days to pick all the fruits back. Most of these fruits will be dried into dried fruits, and a small part will be distributed to the tribe members to taste.

By the river, the fish caught by the fishing team are directly processed, marinated with salt and spices, hung up and dried to make salted fish.

Lie picked up a fish, skillfully stroked the fish's belly with the bronze knife in his hand, then took off the fish gills, removed the internal organs, peeled off the fish oil, and put it aside.

He can handle a fish with a few knifes.

Soon, a large basket of fish was processed, Lie stood up and cleaned the bronze knife with care.

"Prepare all these fish and carry the fish oil over and fry it."

The soldiers of the fishing team next to them immediately became busy. They sprinkled the fish with salt and spices, marinated them, and skewed the fish with palm leaves and hung them on the dried bamboo poles.

Then, the fish oil was poured into the cauldron and fryed all of them. These fish oils can be eaten, but they are more fishy. Usually, some fishy spices can be added to be used as lamp oil.

The entire tribe is busy and busy with autumn, preparing for the food for winter and spring next year.
Chapter completed!