People on the planting team, including other spectators, were also talking excitedly. Everyone wanted to know what kind of effect this thing could have.
…
After five days, the temperature gradually increased and most of the thick snow on the ground melted.
"Crash..."
In the Feiyu River, the water began to surge again. Because a large amount of ice and snow melted, the water level even rose a lot.
In the crop fields, with the sunshine, the soil has become moist and soft, and it is ready for experiments with cattle plowing.
"Moo..."
Dajiao personally pulled one of the most obedient cows, and Old Man Blackstone brought a bent-shaft plow with a rope attached to it and hitched the cow.
The planting team sent a soldier with the most experience in farming, holding a bamboo whip in his hand, and walked excitedly behind the cattle.
Jiang Xuan, Chi Shao, and many members of the Teng tribe gathered beside the crop fields to watch this historic scene.
"We must succeed, we must succeed!"
Gan Song stood aside nervously. If he had not only had one hand, he would have conducted this experiment himself.
Jiang Xuan walked to the soldier responsible for plowing the fields and taught him how to use the curved shaft plow.
"The left hand is holding the plow, and the right hand is holding the bamboo whip and the cow rope. Yes, I have it."
Under Jiang Xuan's guidance, the planting team soldier nervously set up the plow, held a bamboo whip, and held the cow rope.
"Okay, now drive the cow and make it move forward."
"Hey, let's go!"
Under Jiang Xuan's instructions, the warrior swung his bamboo whip, but it did not land on the cow's butt.
Because this cow has been tamed by the divine vine, it is very obedient and does not need to have its nose pierced or whipped vigorously.
"Moo!"
The tall cow roared low, then lowered its head and dragged the curved shaft plow forward.
On the shoulder of the cow, there is a curved piece of wood with strong ropes tied to both ends, connected to the curved shaft plow.
When the ox moves forward, the plow will be dragged along by it.
"Chichi..."
After the cow has taken two steps, the plow is brought into the soil and continues to move forward.
The soil was first dug up by the plow, and when it hit the curved plow wall, it immediately fell to the left.
As the cattle continued to move forward, a line of turned soil was left in the crop field. It was not only dug deeply, but also very evenly.
When the cattle reached the edge of the crop field, Jiang Xuan walked over again and instructed the soldier to swing the plow tail over first, and then pull the cattle rope to make the cattle turn.
This step was a little more difficult. The warrior and the cow had to cooperate four or five times before they finally learned how to turn.
Time passes little by little.
The cooperation between the warriors and the oxen, from stumbling and stumbling at the beginning, to a tacit understanding later on, the plowing speed continued to increase, and the rows of soil turned over quickly.
When the crop field was completely plowed and the oxen dragged the plow ashore, everyone at the scene cheered.
"Success, success!"
Gan Song waved his fists excitedly, his face flushed with excitement.
Jiang Xuan was also very happy. Finally he no longer had to rely entirely on manpower to plow the land.
Old Man Heishi breathed a sigh of relief. He had been making the Quyuan Plow for a long time, and now it was a success. Finally, his hard work had not been in vain.
The soldier responsible for plowing the land looked at the turned over land and felt as if he was in a dream.
He squatted on the ground, grabbed a piece of soil, and said in disbelief: "It's so fast, it's really fast, it's much faster than us digging with a bone."
Jiang Xuan smiled and said: "Of course, the cooperation of Quyuanli and oxen can dig much faster than a few people digging together."
"In the future, we will make more curved shaft plows and domesticate more oxen. In this way, we can cultivate more fields and produce more food."
Jiang Xuan's words made everyone excited again, and they looked forward to that day.
"Keep plowing."
The soldier in charge of holding the plow calmed down and drove the cattle to another field.
There is no shortcut to mastering the art of plowing with oxen, you just need to spend a lot of time and effort practicing.
Soon, another crop field was filled with people.
Everyone watched with great interest the magical oxen pulling the plow and the rapid turning of the soil.
Naturally, Gan Song couldn't let just one person learn it, so he arranged for several soldiers to learn it in turn.
Later, more curved shaft plows were made and more oxen capable of pulling plows were trained, so the planting team could cultivate wider fields and produce more food.
…
Southern Wasteland, northwest of the Vine Tribe, Frog Tribe.
"The snow has finally melted!"
Huo Meng stood outside the simple wooden house, bathing in the sunshine, with tears streaming down his face.
Although the Frog Tribe had tried their best to stock up on food before the snow fell, they were still in a crisis of food shortage because the winter was too long.
During this winter, more than a dozen members of the Frog tribe starved to death, seven or eight of them newborns.
After getting used to the snowless winter in the Western Wilderness, the heavy snow-covered Southern Wilderness caused them great pain and torture.
Fortunately, they finally got over it.
"Go find food!"
After calming down, Huo Meng roared loudly, and the entire tribe came out.
They were hungry, skinny, and in desperate need of food.
Now, although the snow has melted, many animals are still hibernating, and insects are also hibernating.
With the strength of the Frog Tribe, they will definitely not be able to eat enough just by hunting.
Therefore, they can only eat what they find.
Small birds that do not hibernate, wild beasts, hibernating bugs under rocks and rotten tree bark, as well as grass roots and unrotten nuts.
Even though they have eaten very miscellaneous and poor food, they still cannot fill their stomachs.
The hunger will continue for a while, until everything flourishes, the grass sprouts, and all the hibernating animals and insects come out, then they have a chance to eat.
At night, Huo Meng, whose hunger had eased a little, found Wu and discussed with him the future of the tribe.
In the wooden house, Huo Meng and Wu were sitting next to the fire pit.
"Although we have moved to the Southern Wilderness, the population is already seriously insufficient. Once we encounter a slightly greater danger, the tribe may..."
Huo Meng's eyes were a little melancholy. Although he didn't finish his words, both of them understood the meaning.
Wu was silent for a moment and said, "What are you going to do?"
Huo Meng said: "Before last winter, the Mantis tribe was wiped out by the Vine tribe. I even personally took people to see the huge stone with the Vine tribe's totem pattern on it."
"The Mantis tribe is very strong. During the migration, we saw several small tribes wiped out by them. But the Vine tribe is stronger, so they can wipe out the Mantis tribe."
Huo Meng paused for a moment, with a look of hesitation and struggle on his face, but he finally stood firm.
He took a deep breath, looked at the witch, and said, "I think that finding the Vine Tribe and becoming their affiliated tribe can make the Frog Tribe grow stronger again."
"impossible!"
Wu stood up excitedly, lit fire with trembling fingers, and shouted loudly: "You are betraying the tribe and the frog god!"
"The Frog God has left us, Wu, wake up!"
Huo Meng also stood up, feeling very excited.
"One less warrior of the Frog Tribe has died, and there are fewer and fewer giant frogs. Without the protection of the Vine Tribe, I will die, and so will you. Sooner or later, the Frog Tribe will perish!"
The witch wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't say a word, and he couldn't refute.
To be continued...