The collected team slowly advanced, and the soldiers guarded both sides of the vehicle, watching the movements on both sides of the road with vigilance.

With a flat road, the fruit forest, which was originally only a day before walking, was now on the road. Under the current road, the grass chicken team set off in the morning and arrived at the destination at two or three o'clock in the afternoon, which took more than half a day.

The fruits that Honghong gave you are still growing on the trees. Perhaps because of the arrival of humans, the monkey group in the fruit forest has disappeared.

"Shiyue, you take people down to guard them. Shi Gang, you will be hitting people to collect fruits. We will rest here for one night tonight and return for us tomorrow morning." The bark ordered.

The two teams were busy hearing this.

The soldiers were quickly climbed up the tree like monkeys by this basket, picking the bright red fruits one by one, and throwing them into the basket.

In more than two hours, all the vehicles were filled.

"Master, why did you say that the leader asked us to bring back so many fruits? Isn't it broken if you can't eat so much?" Shi Yue asked in confusion.

"If this happens, the leader naturally has his plans. When have you ever seen the leader do something useless?" said the bark.

"Yes, the wisdom of the leader is not something we can imagine." Shi Yue agreed.

"Stop talking nonsense, you guys pay attention to the situation around you, and everyone else should hurry up and rest." Tree bark interrupted the conversation and ordered the soldiers.

After a peaceful night, the collected team returned home with a full load.

The fresh fruits came, and everyone in the tribe ran over to watch. People who had never seen these fruits looked at the buses of bright red fruits and kept swallowing their saliva.

"Two cars were sent back to the inner city, and the other cars were put into the warehouse, and then one was distributed to each tribe." Wang Lang ordered.

In addition to eating some of these fruits on a daily basis, Wang Lang’s main plan is to use them to make wine.

Even if you can't make it, brewing fruit wine can greatly improve the living conditions of the tribe.

The method of making fruit wine is also very simple. Although there are no ready-made yeasts to ferment, as long as these fruits are stored, the substances in the fruit can promote the fermentation of the fruit. This is also the original method of making wine.

Wang Lang estimated that at least dozens of jars of wine could be brewed with two carats of fruit.

For these tribesmen who had eaten such delicious food for the first time, this thing is worth a thousand gold.

If these tropical fruits are not eaten as soon as possible, they will rot and deteriorate soon. Wang Lang did not intend to make all the fruits into wine. He left them in addition to the food they usually eat, and sent someone to send some to Linhe and the copper mine.

Wang Lang's method of brewing fruit wine is simple and rough. After putting all these fruits into the jar, he sealed the mouth of the jar with animal skin and buried it directly into the soil. Just wait for a while and let the fruit ferment, after some treatment, it will be a simple fruit wine.

The two trucks of fruits were filled with nearly a hundred clay pots. Although people don’t know why Wang Lang stored these fruits like this, seeing Wang Lang’s serious appearance, you know that he is doing a very important thing.

After finishing the fruit, the next thing is to wait.

A few days later, the soldiers drove the slaves out of the cell and asked them to take sickles to harvest the ripe hemp.

Compared to pioneering the road, harvesting is much easier. Under the supervision of soldiers, the slaves worked hard to stack bundles of hemp together.

Wang Lang has told several leaders about the steps of replacing hemp.

As the hemp harvested, the tribe suddenly became extremely busy, and more than ten acres of hemp were harvested in two weeks.

And the first batch of hemp that was fermented can already be used.

The women took the numb bundles out of the puddle that smelled strange and beat them hard with sticks.

With hemp fiber, the rest is spinning and weaving.

Although he made a spinning wheel, Wang Lang was still helpless in the loom. He could only make a textile tool with low efficiency. If Wang Lang had a good understanding of the historical evolution of weaving, he would know that the weaving tool he made was called a waist machine.

Under Mu Feng's guidance, the women learned to use the spinning wheel. Seeing the messy hemp fibers turning into thin twine threads, Wang Lang smiled.

Weaving is a very tedious thing, and this is also a skill that Wang Lang requires women to master.

As the tribe gradually moves closer to private ownership, after the tribes formed one family after another, women must have a skill to make a living if they want to gain a higher status.

Wang Lang could imagine that if nothing unexpected happens, in the past hundred and thousand years, the fingers and hands of these women will be traced by these twine on their fingers. These wounds and calluses are also the glory of women, no less than the wounds on men.

The spun twine is carefully stored, waiting to be processed into cloth.

The work of weaving is very slow, completely hand-made weaving. Even if a woman sits there without eating or drinking, she can't weave much cloth even if she keeps woven.

Although the progress was slow, Wang Lang was not in a hurry. He already had materials and tools, and the appearance of cloth was only a matter of time.

Half a month after harvesting the hemp, the Liehuo Tribe once again sent people to deliver potatoes.

This time, the goods were transported by Qi Yan, who was put back before, and surprisingly, as the spy's wings, this time it was also in the team.

Chi followed Qiyan nervously. Although he tried hard to pretend to be calm, his dodging eyes still betrayed his true thoughts.

Wang Lang was stunned when he saw this guy, but he recovered in an instant. This time he could come here and learn about the recent situation of the Fire Tribe from him.

"The leader of the Salt Tribe, we meet again." Qiyan said respectfully to Wang Lang.

"Qiyan, how many Wugu have you brought this time!" Wang Lang asked.

"This time, it's still 200 kilograms. We'll send the rest slowly. I hope you can continue to fulfill the agreement we only read." Qi Yan said slowly.

"No problem. As long as we send the things on time, we will give you peace." Wang Lang looked at Qiyan calmly.

"Your mind will make the gods look at him." Qiyan said respectfully.

"You and I don't know each other either. In this way, our tribe recently received a piece of fruit. Why don't you stay and taste it?" Wang Lang said with a smile.

Qi Yan frowned slightly and said slowly: "Thank you for your kindness. We have to return to the tribe, so there is no need."

"Our leader rewards you with food, dare you refuse?" The bark beside him shouted loudly.

Qiyan was startled. Although he didn't know what Wang Lang sold in the gourd, he always felt something was wrong. However, the situation was stronger than that of others, so he nodded and said, "Thank you for your kindness."

Wang Lang smiled and said, "That's right. Let's go to the tribe to taste that kind of fruit."

When Wang Lang turned around, he gave the tree bark a look.

The bark immediately understood, nodded gently, and then said to the followers of the Fire Tribe: "These people have come from afar, and they must have worked so hard to rest with Shu Qingshui."
Chapter completed!