After solving the problem of the Black Witch, the life of the Mang tribe returned to normal.

Chen Bei took the matter of helping Honghua improve her cultivation and solved it as soon as possible so that she would not do anything stupid in the future.

Because the winter was too long, it was not until the fourth month of spring that the Mang tribe cultivated female fish in the fish pond and laid eggs one after another and hatched a large number of small fish.

These small fish are not mixed together, but separate.

For example, the herbivorous fish fry stays in the same pond as the herbivorous, and the carnivorous one stays with the carnivorous one.

Coupled with careful feeding, the survival rate of the fry is relatively high and the growth rate is very fast.

Fish farming is no longer under the management of the breeding team, but under the management of the fishing team, because the breeding team raises too many livestock and is too busy.

In terms of understanding fish, who can compare to the fishing team?

By the pond, Lie feeds the fish with fine forage and goes to Chenbei Road: "Last year, the Spider Tribe poisoned, killing more than half of the fish, the moat, and half of the ponds. "

"Fortunately, the blockage was timely and some fish species were retained. Later, some were caught in the river to get these fryes."

"Chief, do we really want to throw these fry into the river?"

Chenbei sprinkled fish food into the pond with a shovel, and replied: "Of course, however, give priority to putting enough fish fry needed in the pond and moat. If there are still more, put it in the river."

Lie breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good. Put the fry in the place we can control ourselves, look at it and put it in the river, who knows where it will swim."

Chen Bei couldn't help rolling his eyes. Lie is good at everything, but this idea cannot be changed.

The Mang tribe fished almost continuously from the river every year, and even in winter, and with the construction of fishing boats, more and more fish were caught.

If you only fish without putting fry, it will take not many years to take the fish in the river. At that time, it will be impossible to fish like this now.

Therefore, before that day comes, enough fish fry must be invested in the river to allow them to grow in batches and treat the river as a large fish pond, so that there will be no fewer and fewer fish.

As time goes by, the fry grows bigger and bigger, and has a certain ability to protect itself.

At the end of the fourth month of spring, Chenbei personally participated in the process of releasing fish fryes.

Chenbei stood by the pond where lotus roots were planted, picked up a red fry with his hands, and then put it into the water.

This is a relatively rare red carp. In the wild, this carp is easily preyed because its color is too bright.

Only Chenbei likes red carp. For other people in the Mang tribe, red carp is not more delicious than other carp colors.

Tribal people always judge the value of animals with whether they are delicious or not.

As for the viewing ability, no one cares, because they are not as rich as they have the leisure to watch.

Chenbei watched the red carp swim into the middle of the pond and finally hid under the lotus leaves.

Since lotus roots were not dug last year, more lotus leaves grew in the pond this year. In a few years, this lotus root will grow throughout the pond and turn into countless plants.

At that time, Chenbei can calmly dig up the lotus root and make soup and eat it.

"Crazy..."

Unlike Chenbei, the way of placing fish fry is obviously more rude and more efficient. He directly carried a bucket of fish fry and poured it into the pond. The mud at the bottom of the pond was washed away. Many fish fryes were panicked and hid everywhere after they entered the water.

Chen Bei glanced at Lie dissatisfiedly. Lie could only look at Chen Bei with innocent eyes, not knowing what he had done wrong.

Chen Bei waved his hand and asked Lie to continue working. He himself no longer had the mood to watch the fish enter the water. He put down all the fry in the bucket at a relatively fast speed.

...

The eleventh year of the establishment of the Mang Tribe, the beginning of the first month of summer, was rainy.

"Boom!"

In the sky, dark clouds were covered with lightning and thunder, and the rolling thunder made the leaves tremble slightly.

In the mountains and forests, countless insects were chirping wildly to welcome the arrival of heavy rain.

"Crazy..."

After the thunder roared for a while, a strong wind blew again, and then the raindrops fell, and the rain curtains formed a whole.

Chenbei hurriedly put all the clothes dried in the yard into the room, and then put away all the things that could not be wet in the rain in the yard.

"This weather is raining as soon as it rains, and it's really getting too fast."

Chen Bei shook his clothes, and there were a lot of water droplets on it.

In the yard, many of the vegetables grown are already half-grown, tender and green, and look very gratifying.

Under the heavy rain, the vegetables were washed clean.

Not long after, the heavy rain stopped.

The thunderstorm in summer falls very hard, comes quickly, and goes quickly.

There are many puddles in the yard. Chenbei walked into the vegetable garden and found a large bush of green leeks in the corner.

"It's you."

Chenbei used a bronze sickle to cut off all the leeks, then took them back to clean them, chop them up, and stir-fry them with the eggs.

...

The middle part, the jackal tribe.

A large area of ​​forest was cut down and burned with fire. The slaves of the Jackal Tribe poked a hole in the ground with wooden sticks, then put the grain seeds down, stepped on them, and buried the seeds in the soil.

The method they used to farm was the extremely ancient slash-and-burn farming, and the easiest way.

"The movement is faster. The witch said that we should plant all the mountains and forests, and no one is allowed to go back unless they are planted."

The red fox sat on a tree stump with burning marks on it, but he didn't care at all.

As a senior totem warrior of the Jackal Tribe, he had no interest in letting him supervise the farming of these people.

The Red Fox believes that the jackal tribe should not plant any land, but should raise more livestock. As for food, wouldn’t it be enough to go to other tribes to grab it?

Of course, the entire central part has been occupied by the jackal tribe. If you want to continue robbing things, you can only go to the tribes in the southern desert, the eastern and western deserts to rob.

The Red Fox believes that the strength of the Jackal Tribe is now enough to sweep the entire continent, and it is really hard to understand that Wu wants to grow food by himself.

It was completely dark, and the slaves who farmed had been working for most of the day. Not to mention eating, they didn't even drink a sip of water, and they were all so tired.

"Light the torch."

The red fox ordered the torches to be lit, and the slaves could only endure hunger and fatigue and continue to plant the last little mountain.

"I can finally go back. It's all these idiots who have planted so slowly."

The red fox walked back cursingly. Behind him, there were many jackal tribe warriors escorting the slaves to walk back.

As for whether the food they planted can grow and how much it can grow, they don’t care about it, and they don’t have this experience.

After planting, wait for autumn to come and harvest.
Chapter completed!