nucmednet Chapter 113 Planting 6
Chapter 113 Planting 6
The next day, I ate breakfast with dark circles under my eyes.
"What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well?" Li asked. There was nothing to worry about in the tribe recently, so why was he like this? She glanced at Qingjiu again and found that Qingjiu also had dark circles under his eyes. Suddenly she realized something and felt that she shouldn't ask. What else could two young people do so late at night? They must have done something intimate. Wasn't it embarrassing for her to ask this question?
Ji Lang rubbed his head, which was feeling a little uncomfortable, and told everyone about his idea of making salt.
"I can go." Zhou, who was listening carefully, suddenly said, "When we were chasing Dayu and the others, we went to a place near the sea. I could feel that the wind was very familiar. It was very similar to the feeling when I followed my father to the tribe by the sea when I was a child. At that time, Dayu and the others also wanted to attack the tribe by the sea, but they had never been there and didn't know the situation by the sea. So they got lost and went into the mountains. But I have been there, and I can be sure that the sea is over there."
Xiaoying also raised her head from her bowl and said, "I can be sure of that. I can feel that the air around us was very humid at that time, and I can faintly hear the sound of water. My brother and I can go. Brother Lang, you tell us how to make salt, and we will take the people from the Snow Mountain Tribe with us."
He is very good at tracking and remembers the routes he has taken clearly. He is indeed a good candidate.
"Sure, but not all the people from the Snow Mountain Tribe can go. We have to leave some people to hunt for them to prepare food for the winter. I guess everything will be planted on the land when we set out. I'll take Dashu and the others with me when the time comes. I don't think they can hunt or anything, but they can still travel." Ji Lang said, and then asked with some concern, "However, you just came back not long ago, and you want to go out again, is it okay?"
"What's wrong with that? With the priests and the chief here, how can we worry about having nothing to eat? Besides, you can take the people who stay behind to hunt more game. When we come back, we can exchange the salt we bring back, so that everyone can get what they need," Zhou said. For him and Xiaoying, this kind of outing was a small event. The fact that they could follow Dayu for so long was not entirely due to luck or the deliberate guidance of Dayu and the others.
Ji Lang thought about it and understood. Even if these people were in the tribe, they would go out to the mountains every day to make a living. Compared with going out for long distances, it would just be a safer and more comfortable place to sleep at night.
Ji Lang, "Okay, then you guys go and discuss who you want to take with you. I'll go and talk to the big tree. Once the land is ready and the crops are planted, you guys can set off and come back before the typhoon season so we can stock up on more food."
"Hey, then can I take the new weapon that you, Brother Lang, forged some time ago?" Xiaoying said expectantly. He felt that weapons forged from iron were sharp and easy to use, and he liked them very much.
Ji Lang looked at the rice grains stuck to the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Of course you can. I've given it to you. It's yours. You can take it wherever you go." It's sad to think about it. At this age, in the previous world, he would still be in middle school, but here he has to struggle day and night for a living.
Xiaoying was happy, because the iron weapons made by Jilang were not owned by everyone in the tribe. Only their yard and a few other people with stronger fighting power were given them. After all, there were many people, and even if iron could be mined every day, a weapon required a lot of iron. Most people still used the modified engineer shovels. Although they were also very useful, Xiaoying still liked the new weapons the most, and even showed off in front of her old friends several times.
After eating, it's time to work. The hunting team will not go out today. The potatoes on the big tree have been planted almost completely. Let's put the reclamation of new land aside for now. They are going to start digging potatoes and picking corn. Everyone follows along, wanting to see if they can really harvest more after planting these things.
After all, not everyone has been to this field, and even those who have been here before have basically never seen them digging potatoes.
Now I am amazed to see that I can dig out more than a dozen of them, big and small, from a nest.
"My goodness, it's so big, it's almost as big as my head."
"Humph, such a big potato can be eaten as food, but your big head is of no use at all."
"Do you think that the tiny bit we planted can really grow so much and so big?"
"What, are you questioning our priests and leaders?"
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At the beginning, there were some people just watching the fun, but slowly, as more and more potatoes were dug out, everyone also consciously joined in the fun. However, after all, most people were digging for the first time, and after a few hoe strikes, they would find a potato stuck on their hoe.
Xishi couldn't bear to see them wasting food like this, so he came over and patiently explained to them how to dig potatoes so as not to damage them. He also taught them to look at the broken roots to judge whether any were missed. After these instructions, things got much better. Although some potatoes were still damaged occasionally, the number had decreased a lot. The ones that were dug in half could be cooked and eaten at night, so it wasn't considered a waste.
Pumpkins are even easier to deal with. A bunch of women and children can pick them, leave them on the edge of the field, and transport them back on a cart. It saves time and effort.
Ji Lang had no plan to keep the potatoes and pumpkins he harvested, but to distribute them to these people. First, to let them experience the fruits of their labor. Second, these people's enthusiasm for food made Ji Lang worry that the land would be plucked bare by them.
As for how to eat it, Ji Lang asked Ye to help teach them some of it, and let them develop the rest on their own.
"By the way, dig out the seeds from the pumpkin when you eat them, and dry them. Keep the fuller ones for planting later." Ji Lang grabbed the big tree who was happily holding two big pumpkins and was about to go back.
"Okay, okay! Are the remaining seeds edible?" asked the big tree.
Ji Lang: “…Okay.” Really great, he doesn’t even let go of this little bit of ant meat.
When they first planted the pumpkins, they planted nearly a thousand. Later, after a meeting, because of the drought, Ji Lang was worried that there were too many flowers left and the fruits would not survive without water, so he basically only picked two or three pumpkins from a vine. Some of them did not survive, but those that survived were all big pumpkins. There were more than sixty people in the tribe, and each of them, regardless of gender or age, received twenty pumpkins. There was still a large pile in the yard, and the kiln could not hold all of them. He had to keep a few, and the rest was cut, dried, and ground into pumpkin flour to keep, so that it could last longer.
Even people like Qing Jiu, who had experienced harvesting potatoes and peppers before, were shocked by the harvest of pumpkins. This time they felt the bumper harvest directly.
And unlike the potatoes that Jilang had planted before, he only brought back a little pumpkin, and picked out only a large bowl of seeds, but he was able to harvest so much.
But after all, this is a deep mountain with a lot of small animals. The potatoes buried in the ground were fine, as only some were eaten by insects and could be eaten after digging. But the pumpkins were not so lucky. Many of them were gnawed by rabbits, mice, weasels and the like. And these guys would gnaw on the ones next to them as if they were tasting something. They couldn't eat much, and the ones that were gnawed would slowly become rotten. Even so, they still harvested so many in the end. It was indeed a cognitive shock.
Feng watched as Ji Lang distributed so many pumpkins, and still left a large pile. He swallowed in disbelief, "Brother Lang, you are amazing."
Ji Lang knew what he was talking about and patted his already broad shoulders. "You have to get used to it. There will be many more times like this in the future. However, pumpkins are the most productive, and the others are not so exaggerated."
Isn't that an exaggeration? Feng felt that they didn't need anything else. These pumpkins were enough for them to get through the winter. "Then let's plant more. We can eat pumpkins every day in the winter without worrying about not having enough food."
Ji Lang, "I don't want to eat it every day without getting tired of it."
Feng, "Pumpkin is so delicious, how can I get tired of it?"
Xishi came over to ask Jilang if there was anything else that could produce as much as pumpkin. He wanted to find it right away, and then he heard his silly brother say, "You? If you don't eat meat for three days, your eyes will turn green."
"Brother, why do you always talk to me like this?" He was quick to expose the truth. Is he your real brother? Feng was a little angry.
However, in the blink of an eye, he saw his brother's two little sons holding a big pumpkin in a very ungraceful manner, and even opening their little mouths to start gnawing on it. Unfortunately, after gnawing for several times, there was not even a hint of flesh on the pumpkin skin, which was covered with saliva. He could not help laughing and ran over to play with them.