"The smelting method of iron is a top secret of our tribe and must not be leaked. The smelting workshop must be guarded day and night. Except for those responsible for transporting ore and smelting iron, no one else can approach without permission!"
On the river beach, Jiang Xuan held the newly refined iron sword in his hand and issued a death order.
Shi Loach said with a serious face: "Don't worry, leader, I will personally select two teams of soldiers to be responsible for patrolling. There will definitely be no problems."
Nepeta said: "There will never be any problem with the supply of ore. I will personally take people to the Bamboo Rat tribe to trade."
Jiang Xuan nodded and said: "The manpower in the new territory is not very sufficient yet, and there are many places that need construction. You should work harder and worry more about various affairs. The tribe will not forget your efforts."
After a conversation, Jiang Xuan took Shi Loach and others back to the new territory and continued to smelt more iron tools.
These iron and bronze artifacts will enable the Vine Tribe's new territory to develop more rapidly, allowing the Vine Tribe to surpass the big established tribes in a short period of time and truly gain a foothold in the central region.
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Eastern Wasteland, Eagle Tribe.
Unlike the southern wilderness where the climate is warm and humid, the eastern wilderness at the end of September has already entered late autumn.
At this time, all the crops in the Ying Tribe's mountainous area have been harvested, and the Ying Tribe people who followed Lao Wu in farming are using rattan baskets to move grains and vegetables one by one to their settlements on the mountain.
Even the straws were not wasted because they were excellent fire starters.
For tribal people who burn fire every day, firewood is also a very important material.
The old witch sat on the field ridge, looking at the people transporting people and the bare fields, with a comfortable smile on his wrinkled face.
“You don’t have to worry about starving to death this winter.”
The old witch stood up, patted the dust on his buttocks, put his cracked and muddy hands behind his back, and walked slowly towards the mountain, just like an ordinary old farmer.
On New Eagle Mountain, the hunting team of the Eagle Tribe is back, but today's hunting results are not ideal, and everyone is a little frustrated.
Autumn is the best season to stock up on food for the winter. If you miss this period, once it starts to snow, it will be more difficult to find prey.
In the wooden house, the leader's face was also full of sadness. The Eagle tribe had a large population. If they couldn't find enough food before it snowed, the winter would be difficult.
At this moment, a tribesman who was following the old witch in farming ran in in a hurry, shouting as he ran.
"Chief...leader..."
The leader of the Eagle Tribe was already in a bad mood, and he was even more upset when he heard the shout: "What are you doing in such a panic? Is the sky falling?"
The tribesman didn't seem to notice the leader's ugly face, and said loudly to himself: "Chief, the room for storing food is not enough!"
"What? Say it again!"
When the leader of the Eagle Tribe heard this, he almost wondered if there was something wrong with his ears.
The tribesman held his head high and said: "All the crops at the foot of the mountain have been harvested today, and the wooden houses used to store food on the mountain are full. The old witch asked the leader to lead people to build a few more wooden houses."
After the Eagle Tribe man finished speaking, his face was full of pride.
When the old witch wanted to farm, almost no one in the Eagle Tribe agreed, because in their stubborn view, the benefits of farming were far less than hunting and gathering.
In the past six months, the tribesmen who followed Old Witch in farming have been ridiculed frequently, and they all feel suffocated in their hearts.
After finally waiting for the crops to be harvested, and the harvest was quite large, they could finally feel proud!
"The piles are... full. Build a wooden house?"
The leader of the Eagle Tribe still couldn't believe his ears, and even thought he was dreaming.
As the most powerful warrior of the Eagle Tribe, he is also a staunch supporter of hunting. To be honest, if the old witch had not been of high status, he would never have agreed to let him take so many people to farm.
In the past six months, except for a few visits when the land was first opened, he had almost never been to the field at the foot of the mountain.
However, he would never have imagined that the old witch actually led people to plant the land, and the harvest was far beyond his imagination.
"Come on, take me to see you."
Food is the most important material for a tribe to survive. The leader of the Eagle Tribe could no longer be reserved. He stood up immediately and hurried outside.
When the leader arrived at the place where the Eagle Tribe stored food, the place was already bustling with people.
When the people of the Eagle Tribe watched baskets of grain and vegetables being transported up the mountain and piled into hills, everyone was excited.
This was a scene they had never seen before, and the harvest from farming far exceeded expectations.
In fact, since it is the first year for the Eagle Tribe to open up wasteland for farming, it needs to face problems such as weather, pests and diseases, various animals eating, and insufficient land fertility. Even if the old witch brings back a lot of experience and technology from the Teng Tribe, the output
Still not high.
However, most tribal people's expectations for harvest from farming are too low. Judging from their experience in slash-and-burn cultivation, in addition to fruit trees, planting a hillside and harvesting a basket of food is already pretty good.
Therefore, when they saw the mountains of grain and vegetables, they were shocked beyond words.
Even the always proud hunting team did not dare to say anything because they brought back very few prey this time, which was in sharp contrast to the mountains of food on the ground.
When the leader of the Eagle Tribe walked to the piles of grains and vegetables and picked up a potato larger than a palm, his hands were trembling.
He looked at the tribesmen who were still carrying rattan baskets to transport grain and vegetables, and the excitement in his heart was beyond words.
The shaman of the Eagle Tribe also came out. He stood in front of a pile of potatoes for a long time, and then suddenly shouted: "Why are you standing there? Help me with the work. Do you have the nerve to eat these things if you don't work?"
The people of the Eagle Tribe, who were having a heated discussion, finally came to their senses, and under the command of the leader and shaman, they immediately brought various tools to help transport food, vegetables, and plant straw.
The leader of the Eagle Tribe asked a group of people to build new wooden houses to store these grains and vegetables. The entire Eagle Tribe was very busy.
When night falls, the busy leader and wizard of the Eagle Tribe finally have some free time.
The two discussed for a while, and then walked together towards the bamboo house where the old witch lived.
In the bamboo house, the old witch was cooking food with a pottery tripod.
This pottery tripod was brought back from the Teng tribe and was one of the gifts given to him by Chi Shao. There is an eagle pattern on the outer wall of the pottery tripod, which is very beautiful.
In addition to the pottery tripod, there are also simple wooden tables, wooden stools, pottery bowls, chopsticks and other items in the house. Except for the "Hundred Drafts of the Wilderness" carved from the fine stone, the furnishings are almost the same as the wooden house where the old witch lived in the Teng tribe.
Exactly the same.
"Gurgling..."
The water boiled in the pottery tripod boiled, and the aroma of grains and meat mixed together and emitted, forming an attractive aroma that filled the room.
"Squeak..."
At this moment, the door of the bamboo house was pushed open.
The new witch and leader of the Eagle Tribe walked in with his head slightly lowered. The old witch with a face full of shame apologized: "Old witch, you are right to farm, we were wrong..."
The old witch waved his hand and said: "It's all for the tribe. There's nothing right or wrong. There's so much food cooked today that I can't finish it by myself. Since you're here, let's all sit down and have a bowl."
Under the greeting of the old witch, the two looked at each other and finally sat down by the fire pit.
The old witch used a spoon to scoop out a bowl of broth for each of them, then picked up two pairs of chopsticks and said, "Do you want to use this one? This one won't burn your hands when holding food."
"good."
In the past, it would have been difficult for new shamans and leaders to accept chopsticks because it was too difficult to control two small wooden sticks to freely pick up food.
But now, they accepted it, because the old witch had proved that everything he brought back from the Southern Wilderness was useful.
The three of them sat by the firepit, eating and chatting. For the first time, the new witch and the leader really wanted to know about the vine tribe in the southern wilderness, and asked the old witch many questions.
The old witch patiently answered them one by one and told them about the rapid rise of the Vine Tribe and various creative new things. This opened their eyes to the two of them, and they also made some new changes in the future planning of the tribe.