This Is My Primitive Tribe
Chapter 265 - 170: Ox Plowing the Field_3

Chapter 265: Chapter 170: Ox Plowing the Field_3

He squatted on the ground, grabbed a lump of soil, and said incredulously, "So fast, really fast, much faster than when we used the Bone Plow."

Jiang Xuan smiled and said, "Of course, the combination of the Curved Plow and the ox is much faster than several people digging together."

"In the future, we need to make more Curved Plows and train more oxen. That way, we can cultivate more fields and produce more grain."

Jiang Xuan’s words once again invigorated the crowd, and they looked forward to that day.

"Continue plowing the field."

The Warrior responsible for holding the plow collected his thoughts, driving the ox towards another plot of land.

To master the skill of plowing with oxen, there is no shortcut; it requires a lot of time and effort to practice.

Soon, another field was surrounded by people again.

Everyone watched the miraculous ox-drawn plow with great interest, watching the soil turn over quickly.

Gan Song naturally wouldn’t let just one person learn; he arranged for several Warriors to take turns learning.

In the future, after making more Curved Plows and training more plow-pulling oxen, the Planting Team would be able to cultivate wider fields and produce more grain.

...

Southern Wilderness, northwest of the Vine Tribe, Frog Tribe.

"The snow has finally melted!"

Huo Meng stood outside the shabby wooden hut, basking in the sunlight, tears streaming down his face.

Although the Frog Tribe had tried their best to stockpile food before the snow, because the winter was too long, they still fell into a food crisis. Correct content is on

In this winter, more than a dozen people of the Frog Tribe starved to death, among them seven or eight were newborns.

Having been accustomed to the snowless winters of the Western Wilderness, the snow-covered Southern Wilderness subjected them to immense pain and suffering.

Fortunately, they eventually endured it.

"Go find food!"

After collecting his thoughts, Huo Meng roared, and the entire tribe came out.

They were starving, emaciated, and desperately needed food.

At present, although the snow had melted, many animals were still in hibernation, and insects were also hibernating.

With the strength of the Frog Tribe, relying solely on hunting certainly wouldn’t fill them up.

Therefore, they had to eat whatever they could find.

Non-hibernating small birds, wild beasts, insects hibernating under rocks and beneath rotten tree bark, as well as grass roots and non-rotten nuts.

Even though they ate very mixed, very poorly, they still couldn’t fill their stomachs.

The hunger would continue for some time until everything flourishes, the herbs sprout, and the hibernating animals and insects all come out; only then would they have a chance to eat their fill.

At night, with his hunger slightly relieved, Huo Meng found the Witch to discuss the future of the tribe.

Inside the wooden hut, Huo Meng and the Witch sat by the fire pit.

"Although we migrated to the Southern Wilderness, the population is already severely lacking. If we encounter a slightly bigger danger, the tribe might..."

Huo Meng’s eyes were somewhat gloomy, although he didn’t finish his sentence, both of them understood the meaning.

The Witch was silent for a moment, then asked, "What do you plan to do?"

Huo Meng said, "Before last winter, the Mantis Tribe was wiped out by someone; it was 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 was very strong. During our migration, we saw several small tribes wiped out by them, but the Vine Tribe was stronger, so they were able to wipe out the Mantis Tribe."

Huo Meng paused for a moment, a hesitant and struggling expression on his face, but eventually he became resolute.

He took a deep breath, looked at the Witch, and said, "I think that finding the Vine Tribe and becoming their subordinate tribe can make the Frog Tribe strong again."

"Impossible!"

The Witch stood up excitedly, pointing at Huo Meng with a trembling finger and loudly reprimanding, "This is betrayal of the tribe, betrayal of the Frog God!" fre\e(w)ebn ov.e l\. co.m

"The Frog God has already left us, Witch, wake up!"

Huo Meng also stood up, his emotions very agitated.

"The Warriors of the Frog Tribe decrease one by one, the giant frogs are becoming fewer and fewer. Without the protection of the Vine Tribe, I will die, you will die, and sooner or later, the Frog Tribe will be wiped out!"

The Witch wanted to say something, but his mouth opened and closed without uttering a word, unable to refute.

Huo Meng also realized he was too agitated; he sat back down and said softly, "Witch, face reality. Our Frog Tribe is no longer the Frog Tribe it once was."

"By becoming a subordinate tribe of the Vine Tribe, we have a chance to grow strong again, and the Frog Tribe can remain intact. Continuing like this, I see no hope."

The Witch also slowly sat back down, his face full of pain, but he did not refute, nor could he refute.