This Is My Primitive Tribe

Chapter 207: Gan Song's daily life

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On April 11, the Southern Wild Vine Tribe.

"Boom!"

In the sky, there were dark clouds, lightning and thunder.

"Woooooooo..."

On the ground, the wind was blowing, and the sand was flying.

"Salala..."

In an instant, the torrential rain moved quickly from the distant mountain forest, covering the entire vine tribe, washing the trees, houses, grass, and soil on the ground.

The hot and dry air in the air was quickly suppressed by the heavy rain, the hot wind turned into cold wind, and the ground quickly cooled down.

"Boss, come back quickly, it's raining too much."

In the bamboo shed next to the crops, the members of the planting team crowded into it to avoid the rain, but Gan Song took a mink jacket and a bamboo hat from the shed, and then rushed into the rain screen again with a hoe.

The rain was so heavy that even if he was wearing a bamboo hat and a scorpion, his clothes were soaked through quickly, but Gan Song didn't care.

"The rain is heavy and fast, and the drainage ditches in the ground must be dug up, otherwise, once the water accumulates, the crops will be flooded."

Gan Song carried a **** and came to the drainage ditch in the first field, and then used a **** to dig out the mud and stones that blocked the drainage ditch.

After digging, they went to the next crop field without stopping.

In the bamboo shed, the members of the planting team looked at each other. In the end, one of them gritted his teeth, picked up his **** and said, "I'll go help the leader."

After he finished speaking, he also rushed out wearing a bamboo hat and a mink robe.

There was the first one, and there was the second one. Soon, the members of the planting team in the bamboo shed rushed out to dig the drainage ditches for the crops together with Gan Song.

In the heavy rain, their figures were hazy, but they were inexplicably moving.

The old witch, who had just finished carving several herbs, put down the chisel and hammer, hit the old waist, and walked to the door.

When he looked at the busy figures in the rain curtain, he couldn't help but sigh: "The Vine tribe can grow so fast, it is inseparable from these diligent clansmen!"

He thought of the Eagle Tribe far away in the Eastern Desert.

As a big tribe, the Eagle tribe has acquired a lot of resources, and as a result, some lazy borers have been born.

These worms often rely on the status of their ancestors or fathers to seek pleasure in the tribe and act recklessly, which is really infuriating.

On the other hand, the Veng tribe, although it has not been established for a long time, is full of vigor and everyone is working hard, which makes it very comfortable to watch.

The old witch shook his head and returned to the house.

He is no longer a witch of the Eagle Tribe. Those things will be left to the new witch to solve. His only wish now is to finish carving the hundred sketches of the Great Wilderness.

On the other side, Jiang Xuan and Huo Meng were also standing in a shed, watching the members of the planting team busy in the crops.

Huo Meng looked at the rain screen and said in a low voice, "Boss Xuan, our frog tribe also wants to grow more food, but we have no experience. Do you think this will work? Let's send a few people over to help you, and then learn a little bit of planting experience? "

Jiang Xuandao: "Okay, but learning to plant is very boring and hard work, not as exciting as hunting."

"Don't worry, leader Xuan, the warriors of our frog tribe are not afraid of boredom or hard work."

Jiang Xuan nodded and said, "Then you can find a few people here. How much you can learn depends on your own abilities."

Huo Meng was overjoyed and said, "Thank you, Chief Xuan."

Jiang Xuan waved his hand and said, "The Frog Tribe is strong, which is also a good thing for our Vine Tribe."

"Yes Yes Yes…"

Huo Meng was laughing with him. He was obviously a tall and mighty man. For the sake of the frog tribe, he even bent his waist a bit.

Today's rain fell fast and stopped fast. After about half an hour, the heavy rain gradually stopped.

Although it didn't rain for a long time, the amount of rain was quite a lot, and many low-lying places were filled with rainwater.

In the field of crops, Gan Song wiped the rain on his face, and looked at the dark clouds gradually dissipating in the sky, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, it hasn't rained for too long."

A member of the planting team wiped the rain off his face, walked to Gan Song, and said, "Leader, the rain didn't flood the crops, are we busy working in vain?"

Gan Song glared at him angrily, and said, "How can you be busy working in vain? The Xia family has already arrived, and there will be more rain in the future. If you don't dig a drainage ditch now, you will have to dig it in the future."

"Who's to say about the weather? There's no harm in being more prepared, it's just a little more work."

The player bowed his head in shame and didn't dare to say anything more.

Gan Song took off the hat on his head and said, "Everyone has worked hard, let's go back and change clothes first. Wet clothes stick to your body and you will get sick easily."

The members of the planting team nodded one after another, and then dispersed in twos and threes.

Gan Song only had one arm. He put the rope of the bucket hat through his elbow, picked up the stone hoe, and walked to the house where he lived.

When he was halfway there, he washed the mud off the stone **** by the creek before carrying it home.

"Squeak..."

Gan Song pushed open the door, put the stone **** in place, and then hung the hat and robe on the wooden hooks on the wall.

These wooden hooks are made of natural branches, and the surface is burnt and blackened.

Because the houses built by the rattan tribe are mostly mud brick houses, there are often some gaps between the mud bricks.

Just nail the straight end of the wooden hook into the gap of the mud brick, and it can be used to hang things, which is very convenient.

Later, Gan Song took off his wet clothes and changed into a dry bark coat.

The rattan tribe now has two kinds of clothing, one is a warm animal skin, which is used to keep out the cold in winter.

One is the cool bark coat, which is more worn in hot summer.

At first, the bark clothing of the rattan tribe was very rough, and the bark was very thick, so naturally it was not comfortable to wear on the body.

But now, with the continuous improvement of the clothing workshop, the bark clothing of the rattan tribe has been woven more and more finely, and each piece has been soaked and beaten repeatedly, and it feels much more comfortable to wear.

After changing clothes, Gan Song began to cook and eat.

He added some firewood, rekindled the fire in the fire pit, washed the pottery ding, put it in the fire pit, and added various foods into it.

Gan Song only has one arm, and it is not very convenient to do anything.

Jiang Xuan also wanted to arrange for someone to take care of him, but Gan Song refused.

In his words: Even if there is only one arm left, it is no worse than others, and it does not need others to take care of it.

This is also the case. As the leader of the planting team, Gan Song has always done his best, not only does not less work than others, but in many cases even more than others.

He was always the earliest to go and the last to go, and he devoted almost all his time and energy to the cultivation of the Vine Tribe.

"Grumbling..."

The food in the Tao Ding was boiling. Gan Song stood by the fire, waiting patiently for the food to cook. From time to time, he lifted the lid of the Tao Ding and stirred it, so as not to burn the lake underneath.

After the food was cooked, he first took off the fire, then wrapped the handle of the lid of the Tao Ding with an old animal hide and opened the lid.

Then he scooped up a full bowl of food and placed it on a table made of tree stumps.

Because he only had one hand, Gan Song couldn't carry the bowl and take the kuaizi at the same time, so he could only lower his head and approach the bowl, and then slowly shoved the food into his mouth.

Gan Song ate slowly, but he didn't eat a lot. He filled several bowls of food in a row until he ate all the food in Tao Ding.

Gan Song is a person who cherishes food very much. He never cooks more food when he cooks, and he will finish it after cooking.

He likes planting, is good at planting, and cherishes food very much, never wastes it.

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