April 11th, Southern Wild Vine Tribe.

"Boom!"

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

"Woooooooo..."

On the ground, strong winds blew, flying sand and rocks.

"Salala..."

In an instant, the torrential rain quickly moved over from the distant mountains and forests, covering the entire vine tribe and washing away the big trees, houses, vegetation, and soil on the ground.

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

"Chief, come back quickly, the rain is too heavy."

In the bamboo shed next to the crop field, the members of the planting team crowded inside to take shelter from the rain, but Gan Song took a raincoat and a bamboo hat from the shed, and then rushed into the rain again carrying a hoe.

The rain was so heavy that even though he was wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat, his clothes quickly got soaked, but Gan Song didn't care.

"It rains hard and fast, so we have to dig drainage ditches in the ground. Otherwise, once water accumulates, the crops will be flooded."

Gan Song carried the hoe to the drainage ditch of the first plot of land, and then used the hoe to dig out the mud and stones blocking the drainage ditch.

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

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

After saying that, he also rushed out wearing a bamboo hat and raincoat.

There was the first one, and then there was the second one. Soon, the members of the planting team in the bamboo shed rushed out and dug the drainage ditches of the crop fields together with the nard.

In the heavy rain, their figures were hazy, but it was inexplicably touching.

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

When he looked at the busy figures in the rain, he couldn't help but sigh: "The Vine Tribe can grow so quickly because of these hard-working people!"

He thought again of the Eagle Tribe far away in the Eastern Wasteland.

As a large tribe, the Eagle Tribe obtained a lot of resources, which also spawned some lazy borers.

These moths often rely on the status of their ancestors or fathers to pursue pleasure and do whatever they want in the tribe, which is really infuriating.

On the other hand, although the Vine Tribe has not been established for a long time, it is full of vigor and everyone is working hard, which makes people feel comfortable.

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

He is no longer a shaman of the Eagle Tribe, so those matters should be left to the new shamans to solve. His only wish now is to finish carving the Great Wilderness Hundreds Sketch.

On the other side, Jiang Xuan and Huo Meng were also standing in a shed, looking at the members of the planting team who were busy in the crop field.

Huo Meng looked at the rain curtain and whispered: "Chief Xuan, our frog tribe also wants to grow more food, but we have no experience. Do you think this will work? We can send a few people to help you work and learn some planting experience?"

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

"Don't worry, Chief Xuan, we warriors of the Frog Tribe are not afraid of boredom or hard work."

Jiang Xuan nodded and said: "Then just find a few people to come over. How much you can learn depends on your own abilities."

Huo Meng was overjoyed and said, "Thank you so much, 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..."

Huo Meng was smiling beside him. He was obviously a tall and powerful man, but he even bent his waist a little for the sake of the frog tribe.

The rain fell quickly today and stopped quickly. After about half an hour, the heavy rain gradually stopped.

Although it didn't rain for long, it rained a lot, and many low-lying areas were filled with rainwater.

In the crop field, Gan Song wiped the rain off his face and breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the dark clouds gradually dispersing in the sky.

"Fortunately, the rain didn't last long."

A member of the planting team wiped the rain off his face, walked to the side of the nard, and said: "Chief, the rain has not flooded the crops, are we working in vain?"

Gan Song glared at him angrily and said, "How can this work be in vain? Summer has arrived, and there will be more rain in the future. If we don't dig drainage ditches now, we will have to dig them later."

"Who can say for sure about the weather? It never hurts to be more prepared, it just means a little more work."

The team member lowered his head in shame and did not dare to say anything more.

Gan Song took off the bamboo hat on his head and said: "Everyone has worked hard. Let's go back and change clothes first. Wet clothes stick to the body and it is easy to get sick."

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 bamboo hat through his elbow, picked up the stone hoe, and walked towards the house where he lived.

Halfway there, he washed the mud off the stone hoe by the stream before carrying it home.

"Squeak..."

Gan Song opened the door, first put the stone hoe away, and then hung the bamboo hat and coir raincoat on the wooden hooks on the wall.

These wooden hooks are made of natural branches, and the surface has been roasted by fire, leaving traces of charring.

Because most of the houses built by the Vine Tribe are made of mud bricks, there are often some gaps between the mud bricks.

You only need to nail the straight end of the wooden hook into the gap between the mud bricks, and it can be used to hang things, which is very convenient.

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

The Vine Tribe now has clothes made of two materials. One is warm animal skin clothing, which is used to keep out the cold in winter.

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

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

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

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

He added some firewood and rekindled the fire in the fire pit, then washed the pottery tripod, placed it in the fire pit, and added various foods into it.

Gan Song only has one arm, so it's not very convenient for him 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 he only has one arm left, he is no worse than others, let alone needing others to take care of him.

This is indeed the case. As the leader of the planting team, Gan Song has always worked hard and not only did no less work than others, but in many cases even did more work than others.

He was always the first to go and the last to leave, devoting almost all his time and energy to the cultivation of the Vine Tribe.

"Gulu gulu..."

The food in the pottery tripod was boiling, and Gan Song stood by the fire, waiting patiently for the food to cook. From time to time, he opened the lid of the pottery tripod and stirred it to prevent the bottom from burning.

After the food was cooked, he first removed the fire, then wrapped the handle of the lid of the pottery tripod with an old animal skin and opened the lid.

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

Because he only had one hand, Gan Song could not hold the bowl and chopsticks at the same time, so he could only lower his head and approach the bowl, and then slowly put the food into his mouth.

Gan Song ate slowly, but not too much. He filled several bowls of food in succession until he had eaten all the food in the pottery tripod.

Gan Song is a person who cherishes food very much. He never overcooks food and will finish it once he cooks it.

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

"Chief Gansong, I'm here to bring you meat."

A woman walked in from outside. She was about thirty years old, very strong, and the type that the tribesmen liked.

The most important thing is that she has not yet gotten married after joining the Vine Tribe.

The woman walked straight to the nard and placed a large piece of animal meat on the table.

This large piece of animal meat is one of Gan Song's benefits as the leader of the planting team.

"Sorry to trouble you."

Gan Song thanked the woman, his expression a little unnatural.

"No trouble."

After the woman put down the animal meat, she did not leave immediately. Instead, she glanced around the room a few times, and finally her eyes fell on the clothes that Gan Song had just taken off, which were still stained with mud.

"Chief Gansong, you see your clothes are dirty, let me wash them for you."

After saying this, the woman should pick up her clothes.

"No, no, no, don't bother, I can wash it myself."

Gan Song hurriedly ran over and held down the clothes with one hand to prevent the woman from taking them away.

"Then let me help you clean the pottery tripod and pottery bowls."

"No, no, I can do it myself."
To be continued...