The woman looked at Gan Song resentfully and said, "Leader Gan Song, why do you always reject me?"

Gan Song lowered his head and said, "I am already disabled."

"But I think you are very powerful, even more powerful than people without disabilities, and I want to live with you."

Facing the straightforward and tough woman, Gan Song looked a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say, so he just kept shaking his head.

The woman had no choice but to sigh: "Well, I'll go back first. I hope you won't refuse my kindness when you come here next time."

The woman left quickly, and Gan Song looked at her back in a daze.

In fact, why doesn't he want to start a family? But his physical disability makes him very sensitive and has some low self-esteem.

He is afraid of being rejected by others, so he always strives to do better than others.

He is afraid of being abandoned, so he dare not accept anyone easily.

Therefore, he devoted himself to the planting business of the Vine Tribe, and rejected women's kindness again and again.

Maybe one day, he can untie his knot, and then he may find a woman and start a family.

He used one hand to wash the piece of fresh animal meat, cut incisions with a sharp bronze knife, then rubbed it with salt and hung it on the fire pit to smoke.

The fire that lasts day and night, combined with salt, can prevent the meat from spoiling.

Then, he washed the pottery tripod, pottery bowls, and chopsticks, and washed and hung up the muddy clothes.

By the time he finished doing this, it was already dark.

Gan Song pushed the wooden handle against the door, then lay down on the bed and fell asleep soon.

The next day, at dawn, Gan Song got up on time, ate something, and then went to the fields with the hoe.

Today, the planting team came with three warriors from the frog tribe. Gan Song followed Jiang Xuan's instructions and did not teach the warriors from the frog tribe, but just arranged for them to work.

As for how much the Frog Tribe warriors can learn the planting techniques of the Vine Tribe, it depends on them.

"Walk!"

In the newly opened crop field, Gan Song held the plow with one hand and grabbed the reins of the cow, driving the cow forward slowly.

As the oxen advanced, the plows quickly turned over large chunks of soil.

It is actually difficult to plow the ground with an ox with one hand, but just as it is difficult to dig the ground with a stone hoe with one hand, as long as you overcome the difficulties, you can always find a suitable method.

Gan Song is now very skilled in driving cattle to plow fields.

"stop!"

After plowing a piece of land, Gan Song lifted the curved plow and drove the cattle to the open space next to him. He first put down the curved plow, then went over to untie the boomerang-shaped yoke rope on the cow's shoulder, and then put the cow down.

The rope was wrapped around the horns of the cow.

"Go eat grass!"

Gan Song patted the cow's back, and the cow, which was freed from its restraints, immediately walked to the side and slowly gnawed on the grass on the ground.

Gan Song washed the mud off his hands and feet in a nearby ditch, and then sat on a flat stone to rest temporarily.

He looked at the busy planting team soldiers on the crop fields and the crops that had just sprouted seedlings, with a comfortable smile on his dark face.

Looking at the crops in his spare time is his greatest pleasure. No matter how much he looks at it, it is never enough and he never tires of it.

At this moment, a frog tribe warrior passed by while working. He looked curiously at the plow, then at the cattle, and at the plowed ground.

"Chief Gansong, can an ox plow the ground?"

"Of course you can. Cows can plow the ground much faster than people."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! When Gan Song talked about this, his face showed a proud look, because other tribes, let alone plowing the fields with oxen, did not even know how to plant, so they could only let it go

Plants grow naturally with very low yields.

The Frog Tribe warrior looked envious, because the more he saw in the Vine Tribe, the more he realized that the gap between the two tribes was very big, and sometimes he even had the idea of ​​joining the Vine Tribe.

Of course, I can only think about it.

Even if he wants to join the Vine Tribe, others don't necessarily want him to. What's more, the Frog Tribe contains more memories of him and some things that are difficult to let go of.

The frog tribe warriors wanted to learn how to plow the fields with oxen, but Gan Song suddenly saw something, stood up with a sudden sound, and strode towards the crop fields in front of him.

"Stop, stop!"

Gan Song pointed at a soldier in the crop field and shouted loudly.

The soldier was weeding the weeds. When he heard the sound of the spikenard, he immediately stopped and looked at the spikenard in bewilderment.

Gan Song walked to the soldier and saw that a large layer of soil had been removed from the ground. He cursed bitterly: "You shoveled so deep that you even shoveled off the lateral roots of the red crystal rice. You want to kill it."

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"Head...leader, I'm not...I don't have..."

The soldier was so scolded that he was completely stunned. He stood there and didn't know how to explain.

Gan Song glared at him: "How do I usually teach you? Have you turned a deaf ear to it? If the red crystal rice is broken, there will be no harvest in the autumn, and the tribe will drink the northwest wind!"

Gan Song snatched the stone hoe from the soldier and said, "Look, I'll teach you one more time. If you still can't learn, just go and clear up wasteland!"

Gan Song took a deep breath, then bent down and carefully shoveled the weeds next to the red crystal rice seedlings.

Unlike that soldier, he only shoveled a thin layer and would not hurt most of the lateral roots of the red crystal rice.
Chapter completed!