The day of harvest has finally arrived, which means that the day for the tribe to move eastward is also near.
The river surrounding the cultivated land is getting shallower and shallower. If it continues, the sun in the dry season will evaporate all the water in the river, and the tribe will be without water for a long time. Now, except for the hunting team, which still needs to go out to hunt normally, the entire tribe is almost
Everything has stopped. The tribes have to harvest the food in the cultivated fields in the shortest possible time and then move eastward.
Soon after dawn, the entire tribe gathered in the farmland. Adults and children huddled together bustlingly. Under the leadership of the wizard, the people first worshiped the ancestral dragon god who protected Damon, and then began their work. The chief
Elder He was resting in the shade of a tree from a distance like an old landowner.
The tribal farmland is actually just a field planted with some potatoes, and the management is very loose. It seems that the harvest should be average. If the land area was not large enough, Zhou Jiping would not see the point of such an effort. The potatoes grow underground, so
Of course, digging requires tools, but the tools of the tribesmen are nothing more than wooden tips and animal horns. These things were temporarily picked from Luyan, Zhou Jiping's defense fortification. How can such a large area of field be dug with such tools?
What kind of efficiency can we talk about?
At the beginning, Zhou Jiping planned to help and do some work together, but Yilin stopped him. Yilin said that this kind of work was done by women and untouchables, and Zhou Jiping could not do it. After hearing her reminder,
Zhou Jiping just raised his head and took a closer look, and it was true: in the entire cultivated land, except for women and children who had just learned to walk, there were occasionally one or two men, who were recognized by the tribesmen as being as useless as Larn.
useless person
And those tribal warriors were patrolling the farmland like overseers, posing as arrogantly as hunters. Looking at their thin little bodies, they really couldn't show off the majestic aura of the hunters.
Looking back at Yilin, I was about to ask her why she didn't go to work, but she saw Yilin raised her chin towards the farmland, putting on a arrogant expression and followed Yilin's gaze.
While Gallier was working, he looked angrily at this side - well, a child is a child, even if she is married. Besides, is she considered married? Zhou Jiping simply didn't ask her.
This year's work is indeed not easy - this is what Zomayo told Zhou Jiping. Zomayo is excited. The food has not been destroyed much by animals this year, and there should be a good harvest. As a tribal warrior guarding the cultivated land, he
There are also benefits to be gained. Of course, these benefits are not bonuses. At most, they are just status and food security when he gets old.
The farming warriors were also excited. Their respect for Zhou Jiping could not be higher. Not only could he hunt wild boars, but he also killed leopards that attacked tribal children. Moreover, such a powerful man could stay with them in such an approachable manner.
This made them feel extremely proud. Zhou Jiping did not have the arrogance of other hunters, which made people even more fond of him.
In just half a day, everyone was surprised by the harvest. The amount of sweet potatoes and cassava harvested in half a day was almost double that of previous years!
This is also easy to understand. The time when Zhou Jiping came to the tribe's farmland happened to be the final maturity period of these potatoes. If the destruction of animals could be prevented at this stage, it would be equivalent to saving most of the harvest.
Seeing that the harvest was good, Zhou Jiping was also happy to enjoy this rare leisure time. He took Yi Lin and others for a walk around, looking at his hands behind his back, but at the same time he cared about guarding his Dantian.
Zhou Jiping is extremely satisfied with the progress of his internal energy in the past two days. Now, he can feel that the true energy is flowing smoothly in Xiao Zhoutian. With just a little thought, the true energy will continuously flow into the Ren and Du meridians, especially the two meridians of Ren and Du.
It was the area where he had suffered a waist injury before. After these few days of nourishment, he could hardly feel the impact of the injury. The only thing that worried him was whether the speed of cultivation was too fast?
When I was in my hometown, I heard people say that opening up the Little Zhoutian, that is, the two channels of Ren and Du are called "building the foundation in a hundred days." It can be seen that opening up the Xiaozhoutian is not something that can be easily accomplished. Now it only took me less than ten days to open it.
Little Zhoutian, is there anything wrong with such a fast speed? Even if I told my master that I have some talent, and I have practiced internal skills to some extent before, I feel in my heart that my progress is still too fast. It's like a
When a person who doesn't know how to swim walks in the river, the buoyancy of the water lifts the person up and prevents his feet from touching the ground, and he will feel uneasy.
At the moment, Zhou Jiping is trying to calm down his mind, practicing step by step according to the essentials of internal strength, striving to lay a solid foundation as much as possible, so that he can enjoy it in the future. The reason why kung fu is called kung fu requires a moment of effort and a moment of concentration to maintain it.
With this vague thought, Zhou Jiping couldn't help but think of a poem: "There are hundreds of flowers in spring and a moon in autumn, and there is a cool breeze in summer and snow in winter. If there is nothing to worry about, it is a good time in the world."
When he first read this poem to his master, Zhou Jiping was also melted away by the calm and indifferent connotation of the poem. This poem comes from the nineteenth chapter of Zen Master Huang Long Huikai's famous book "Wumen Pass", which means "
A normal mind is the way!" Only today did Zhou Jiping realize the Zen meaning in the poem more and more
As more output from the farmland is displayed in front of people, joy is written on everyone's face
But don’t forget, this is the African continent, and it will not let Damon people always be immersed in joy. In the afternoon, disaster happened.
A woman digging sweet potatoes died, bitten by a poisonous snake
Zhou Jiping, who had just finished practicing Qigong in hiding, heard the news and rushed to the scene of the accident. He saw a woman in her thirties lying on the ground. Her life had come to an end. Her face was gray, showing sickly bruises and flushing, and her head was
She leaned back hard, opened her mouth wide, and breathed hard. People were helpless and could only gather around her and watch her die slowly until her eyes that asked for help were no longer there, and the look of life in her eyes disappeared.
On the woman's bare feet, Zhou Jiping found a trace of a snake bite. The woman was poisoned with nerve poison. Her respiratory system was paralyzed and she died of suffocation. Not far away, a snake was beaten to death.
The one who was beaten to death by the tribal warriors who came after hearing the news didn’t need to be looked at. Zhou Jiping could guess that it must be a cobra.
This is a helpless thing. It is a farming warrior that no one wants to see. Although they have some responsibilities, no one can drive away the insects and snakes on such a large farmland. This woman was too careless and lost her life.
Before the chiefs and elders who were watching could speak, Zhou Jiping directly issued an order: All tribal warriors on the cultivated land should use a loose formation to sort out the entire cultivated land, especially the plots that are about to start harvesting. The soldiers should hold spears and move
In front of the sweet potato digger
After hearing this arrangement, the chief and the elders returned to the shade of the tree without any expression.
That afternoon, the woman who had just died was buried on the spot, wrapped only in a straw mat. Just a moment ago she was working with people with the joy and satisfaction of digging sweet potatoes. Now she was lying on a newly dug grave.
In the pit, next to her were the tools she used when she died and a piece of sweet potato she had just dug out. Maybe next year, the land where she was buried will grow the largest piece of sweet potato in the land.
Maybe next year the sweet potato diggers will dig up a piece of sweet potato growing with the bones.
Next year, where will I be next year? Will I be able to return to China smoothly? Shaking his head vigorously, Zhou Jiping shook away the messy and negative thoughts in his heart, secretly reminding himself not to let bad emotions affect his mood.
The people who had just died affected the joyful mood of the people harvesting on the farmland, and the atmosphere became dull.
It wasn't until later in the day that people's emotions were aroused again
Generally speaking, it takes three days to harvest the entire farmland of the tribe, but today's harvest in one day exceeded that of previous years. There were a lot of sweet potatoes, cassava, potatoes and other wild fruits that Zhou Jiping couldn't name.