After the establishment of the college and the clinic, the Mang tribe members' sense of belonging to the tribe became stronger, because in other tribes, it was impossible to have these two things.

In the midst of a prosperous scene, the Mang tribe ushered in autumn.

This year, except for the long-lasting winter, there were almost no disasters, and the Mang tribe ushered in a long-lost harvest.

Chenbei walked past the rice fields, put his palm on the rice ears and swept it over. The plump rice ears bowed their heads one after another, and then bounced up again.

"Very good. Although it's far from the harvest in my heart, this year's harvest is already very good compared to previous years."

A member of the planting team asked carefully behind Chenbei: "Chief, what is the harvest in your heart?"

Chen Bei stopped and said, "On the current basis, the output has tripled, or even four times, or five times!"

The member of the planting team was dumbfounded and said, "How...How is it possible...We have planted and managed it very carefully, and the fertilizer is also placed very well."

Chen Bei smiled and said, "Remember, there is nothing impossible, it's just that you haven't found a way to double the yield."

"I've heard of a technique called hybrid rice, which can double the yield."

"Is there really such a technology? How did it do it?" The members of the planting team hurriedly asked Chenbei.

As a professional farmer, there is nothing greater than double the yield, let alone several times.

"I don't know very well how hybrid rice is made. I only know that it's very troublesome. I only know that it's exchanged pollen from two different rice plants to cultivate new rice with the advantages of two rice plants."

"Pollen, hybridization, pollen, hybridization..."

The member of the planting team frowned deeply and recited the four over and over again, and was almost mad.

Chen Bei patted his shoulder and said, "Hybrid rice is too complicated, and it takes time and energy. Take your time and don't worry. Let's choose the best seeds honestly and cultivate them from generation to generation."

The member of the planting team nodded in confusion, and then, the concept of hybrid rice with doubled yield that Chen Bei said had been planted in his mind.

The concept of pollen exchange was also deeply engraved in his heart, and no matter what, it would be lingering.

He must try to be willing to do so.

I don’t know when the tribe members of the Mang tribe have been transformed by Chenbei to cultivate a group of people who are brave enough to try and dare to try.

Maybe it was originally for the bonuses for inventions, but later it gradually evolved into an interest and an instinct.

This is a very good change, which is related to Chenbei's long-term encouragement of tribe members to innovate.

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

The autumn harvest of the Mang tribe has begun.

This is a carnival belonging to the entire tribe. Although it is very hard, no one will complain. On the contrary, everyone is enthusiastic.

In the scorching sun, the people of the Mang tribe were sweating in the fields, and trucks of grain were harvested from the fields, and then transported to the Mang tribe drying yard for drying, and then moved into the warehouse to store.

"Everyone will take a break and come and have some herbal tea."

The women of the Mang Tribe carried buckets of herbal tea to the fields. In addition to various herbs, these herbal teas also contain salt, which can replenish the salt lost by the body's sweat.

The sun is very vicious, and even a strong tribe, working in such weather, cannot be kept off.

People working in the field put their tools down, then walked to the shade of trees or built pergolas, lined up, and used their own water kettles and cups to get herbal tea.

The person responsible for distributing herbal tea can fill everyone's kettle or cup with a spoon, and add it if you haven't finished drinking enough.

To do such hard work, she must have enough herbal tea, and even the food in each meal is more and more abundant than usual.

"The harvest this year is much better than in previous years. The children in the tribe can spend the winter with peace of mind."

"Yes, these children are so edible. They used to be worried every winter. They even complained about hunger when they ate two meals a day. We used to only eat one meal a day in winter."

The people of the Mang tribe sat on the ground without any concern, drinking herbal tea while chatting and resting.

Seeing the grain from the fields being harvested and transported back, and watching the warehouse being filled little by little, everyone was at ease and satisfied.

The days of starving are really terrible, and no one wants to experience them again.

"Are you all rested? You're leaving, you're working!"

The members of the planting team stood up first, shouted, and then walked into the field again with their respective tools.

Others also stood up, no one complained.

The Mang tribe does not support idle people or lazy people. When they enter the Mang tribe, they are selected. Therefore, those who can come in are those who are more diligent in their work.

In the fields, the sound of sickle harvesting sounded again, and some people were singing ancient hunting songs while working.

...

Rhinoceros horn continent.

The rainy season has long passed, and the rhinoceros horn continent is in the dry season today.

"Crazy..."

The rock used a long water scoop from the water ditches, then poured it into the vegetable field to water the poor vegetable seedlings.

The dry season has lasted for a long time. On the ground, except for the land by the river and some areas with water sources, many places have turned yellow.

Even the leaves of the baobab tree fell out and looked bare, with only some long strips of baobab hanging on it.

Fortunately, the Mang tribe has already gained experience in dealing with drought weather. They dig deep into ditches, dig water to irrigate. Where they cannot irrigate, they can only use water scoops or buckets like rocks.

Yan worked hard for a long time and finally finished the watering of a piece of land. He got up, wiped his sweat, and straightened his waist.

It is very uncomfortable to bend over all the time. Fortunately, he is a totem warrior and has a stronger ability to withstand it.

"Captain, when will it rain on this day?"

A member of the planting team came over and looked up at the scorching sun, feeling very uncomfortable.

The water level of Rhino River has dropped a lot, which has led to increasingly fierce competition for water sources.

The lack of water sources and the lack of food have led many animals to take risks and look for water and food in the vegetable fields of the Mang Tribe.

At the beginning, the people from the Mang Tribe were quite happy. After all, these animals were just food to them.

But over time, more and more animals are becoming more and more difficult to prevent. Many vegetables are eaten, and their moods are getting worse. Seeing the animals coming over, they are not in such a good mood.

"The leader said that the dry season and rainy season last about the same time. Let's wait slowly, we need to adapt to the environment here."

Yan rested for a while, looked at the sky, and then continued to work.

He has never been a complaining person.

...

Today, my condition is very poor, and I only wrote one chapter in quantity. The subsequent content is the manuscript I wrote before. After writing the second chapter, I will replace it.

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Another world, primitive continent, Nanling, and the mountain turtle tribe.

In the tattered thatched hut, Wu, who was dying, grabbed Chen Feng's hand tightly, and the back of his hand, which was so thin that only a layer of skin, was bulging with blue veins.

Wu looked at Chen Feng, his lips trembled, and said with difficulty:

"Chen, I'm going to serve the Turtle God. From now on, you will be the witch of the Mountain Turtle Tribe. The future of the tribe will be handed over to you..."

After saying these two sentences, Wu seemed to let go of his obsession in his heart. He slowly closed his eyes, relaxed his hands, and walked peacefully.

"Witch, you can't leave, I can't be a witch!"

Chen Feng shouted in panic, trying to wake up the irresponsible old charlatan, but it was obviously futile.

Chen Feng is the name of his previous life.

Four months ago, he died suddenly after staying up late, and his soul traveled to this primitive tribe, a thirteen-year-old boy named "Chen" and gained his memory.

Fortunately, he liked traditional Chinese medicine very much in his previous life. He memorized a lot of medical books and learned a lot of herbs, which is also a skill.

Three months ago, a child in the tribe had a fever. Chen Feng cured him with willow bark and successfully attracted the attention of Wu and was accepted as Wu's apprentice.

He originally thought that he could live a little better in the tribe with his thighs in his arms, but unexpectedly, after only three months, this thigh disappeared!

Not only that, he also left a mess.

"I really don't want to be a witch!"

Chen Feng shouted to the sky and shook a few old thatched trees on the roof, and the broken thatched hut was shaking in the cold wind.

However, the more than 80 tribe members of the Shantuo Tribe who have been guarding outside the gate do not think so. Since the old witch designated Chen Feng as the new witch, from now on, he will be the witch of the Shantuo Tribe.

"witch!"

Shan Jia, the leader of the Shangui Tribe, led all the tribe members of the Shangui Tribe to worship Chen Feng and officially recognized his identity.

Chen Feng looked at the person kneeling all over the ground outside, and his mood was very complicated. He would not give him a chance to refuse!

Since I can't refuse, I can only accept it with a tough bullet. Chen Feng's mentality is adjusted faster.

"First find a place and bury the old witch." Chen Feng said helplessly.

Burying the corpses into the soil is a tradition of the Shantusk Tribe. They are not those cannibal tribes, and no matter how hungry they are, they will not eat the corpses of their tribes.

Chen Feng chose a sunny position on the hillside to the right of the tribe, asked the warriors in the tribe to dig a hole, then put down the witch's body, and covered it with an animal skin.

"May the Spirit of the Divine Turtle bless you."
To be continued...