An open space with plenty of sunshine was selected and the teenagers were asked to clear away the leaves and branches that had not completely rotted on the ground, revealing the black fertile land below.
Tang Xuanming nodded with satisfaction, took out a simple plow from an ignorant young man, and put a rope in the young man's hand.
The young man was ignorant and didn't know why Tang Xuanming did this.
But these days, they have become accustomed to this kind of ignorance. Everything is done according to Tang Xuanming's requirements, and it can't be wrong anyway.
Tang Xuanming held on to the plow with a smile and said to the young man: "Pull forward. Stop when I tell you to stop, and turn when I tell you to turn."
Tang Xuanming still understood simple plowing. He had never practiced it, but he had seen a lot in the countryside.
It's just that the oxen that originally pulled the plow were replaced by humans.
"Walk!"
"Slow down, slow down!"
When Tang Xuanming promised that the boy who did the best job would get a bow made by himself, the boy was so energetic that the whole pear flew up.
Although they were not yet adults, each of them was stronger than an ox and could pull the plow very quickly. Originally, Tang Xuanming did not have many seeds to plant, so he only had to turn over a small piece of land.
But he couldn't hold back the energy of the four young men. Thinking that they would need to be familiar with this way of working in the future, Tang Xuanming simply asked one young man to pull the plow and another to hold the plow, plowing all the surrounding open space of several acres.
Free labor is not used in vain.
"Brother Tang, what are you doing digging around here? It's quite tiring. I haven't tried this kind of exercise before. Are you adding a new exercise method to the tribe?"
Pi Dazhuang seems to focus all his energy on cultivation. At any time, he seems to be thinking about how to become stronger.
"Why do you think so?"
"Brother Tang, you have been teaching us how to become stronger, and it is very effective. During the last winter hunting, my father was lying in bed. When the witch doctor announced that there was no way to treat internal injuries, he thought he was going to die. He held me
His hands told me a lot."
Pi Dazhuang's expression was calm, and he did not feel any sadness even when he mentioned life, separation, and death. For Dahuang, survival and death were extremely normal things.
When the young man talked about his father Pihu, he looked at the sky in the distance and the ever-changing clouds. The breeze blew his hair, revealing his childish face, with a look that did not suit him.
The vicissitudes of this age.
Those eyes shone with a bright light. Tang Xuanming was very familiar with that light. The eyes of Ge Nie, Master Ban, Wei Zhuang and others all had that light in the bright moon of Qin Dynasty. It was the light of hope.
No matter how bad the environment is, they will never forget their ideals and beliefs, and will fight to the death to pursue it.
All the figures in various schools of thought have this light in their eyes.
Tang Xuanming was stunned for a moment, buried a wheat seed in the soil, and asked, "What did he say?"
Tang Xuanming was also curious about the strongest man in the tribe. Pihu was the only one who had cultivated elephant patterns.
"My dad said a lot, and I have forgotten most of them. What I remember most clearly is the words he kept repeating, get stronger, get stronger, and lead the tribe out of here."
"Go out? Where?"
Pi Dazhuang shook his head, thinking of the weak man lying on the bed. That man had always been strong, and his broad back always brought him a sense of security.
Of course, every time I beat him, I would beat him until he cried for his father and mother.
The man lying on the hospital bed at that time was very weak and his face was pale, but his words were still as sonorous and powerful as before. He still remembered those bright eyes and sonorous words very clearly.
Pi Dazhuang looked sideways at Tang Xuanming and asked with a hint of hope: "Brother Tang, can you take us out? Get out of the wilderness and see a more distant world."
"Will do!"
Tang Xuanming patted the soil on his hands, and dozens of wheat seeds were planted by him. Looking at the plowed land, he seemed to see endless wheat fields in the future.
He whispered: "Yes, we will walk out of here, go to the end of the world, and travel to the ends of the earth."
The other three teenagers murmured secretly: "Uncle Tang started to say something we couldn't understand again. Uncle Tiger said that if he does this often, we have to report it to him to prevent Uncle Tang from going crazy."
Tang Xuanming smiled casually and ignored their murmurings behind their backs. He just secretly remembered the appearance and names of the three of them in his mind, and prepared to let them come up to demonstrate his inner strength next time.
He has always been very generous and has never been a petty person, so why would he care about them?
Pi Dazhuang shuddered secretly, feeling the fear of being dominated by Tang Xuanming in the tribe again.
He quickly said: "Brother Tang, do we need to do anything else?"
"Well, put these stakes around it, fence it with stumps, and don't let anyone get in there."
"Okay, I'll do it right away."
Pi Dazhuang glanced sympathetically at the three companions who were still muttering, and after a second of silence for them, he happily began to pat the wooden stakes into the ground one by one with his hands.
"Last time these three brats laughed at me. This time they were beaten into pig heads. I will laugh at them for a month."
The last time he was beaten into a pig's head, he reflected deeply.
After countless reflections, he determined Tang Xuanming's petty character, and therefore, he was sure that those three companions would not have an easy time in the future.
boom!
boom!
boom!
One after another, the boy with wooden stakes roughly slapped his hands into the ground, which was very rhythmic.
The other three teenagers were doing the same thing. This kind of collapsed painting style made Tang Xuanming's mouth twitch, but he was already somewhat used to it.
Strong physique and strength are very convenient for doing many things. Hammers and hammers will not be invented here. After all, you can just use your palm.
Tang Xuanming speculated that this was the reason for the backward hunting technology here.
As long as the Ant King's method breaks through to a higher level, it will be easier to capture more prey.
He can run faster than a ferocious beast, and his strength is more terrifying than that of a ferocious beast.
With their physical quality, there is no need to make some complicated tools and just pursue the evolution of the Ant King Method.
"Okay, Brother Tang!"
The simple work was completed quickly, and the young man looked at Tang Xuanming with longing eyes.
"I'm not gay!" Tang Xuanming's first reaction was when he was looked at by a tall man with tendons all over his body, and then he almost slapped the smiling young man in front of him away.
Fortunately, he quickly remembered the promise he made to the young man and thought about it for a while. Under the expectant eyes of the four young men, Tang Xuanming had no intention of defaulting on his debt.
"Go to the forest and chop me some green steel wood as thick as an arm. It is the best bow material found so far."
The teenagers burst into cheers, but did not rush into the forest wildly.
The dangers of the forest have been engraved in their minds since childhood. They quickly returned to the tribe and asked the hunters in the tribe to lead the team.
It's not that they weren't naive and lively enough or wild enough, but that most of those who were wild-tempered and rashly walked into the forest didn't come back alive.
Then every time a naughty child disappeared, all the naughty children in the tribe would be beaten up.
Stinging and beating again and again made them remember this lesson - no underage hunter can go into the wild without the leadership of an adult hunter.
Chapter completed!