The next day, Wang Lang asked people to press the two men to cut trees in the woods, and the four women handed them over to the women of the tribe, asking them to take these people to build houses and weave straw ropes.

Since yesterday I said that people should eat food made from corn, it is more troublesome to thresh and peel millet, and Wang Lang knew that only the method of pounding rice.

The so-called pounding of rice is to smash the shell of the millet with wood. Although this method will cause some of the grains to be mixed, this method that has lasted for thousands of years must be beneficial.

Since there was no strong container to pound rice, Wang Lang had to ask the fire to find a thicker trunk and let him dig a hole in the trunk to use it as a container.

Wang Lang found a larger pottery jar and rubbed the grains on the ears. The best way to thresh them was to beat them, because in order to bring back more seeds, Wang Lang and others only pinched the ears of the grains. There was no way to use this extremely laborious method.

After spending an hour, Wang Lang finally threshed the more than ten kilograms of millet.

After resting for a while, Huo and Jianya lifted the stump that had been dug into the hole to Wang Lang.

Wang Lang looked at the tree stump as thick as a bucket. Although the holes on it were a bit rough, they could barely be used.

"Lang, how should I use this thing?" Jianya asked.

Wang Lang said: "It's more troublesome to remove the shell of the chestnut rice, so I wanted to try to use a stick to smash the shell."

Jianya and the others looked at the grains in the clay pot, then looked at the wooden stakes, and said, "Can this work?"

Wang Lang smiled and said, "If you can try it, don't you know. You dig a hole to put the stump up."

The two scratched their heads, without saying anything, found broken branches, dug a pit more than ten centimeters deep and buried the stump.

"Lang, what else do you want to do?" Huo asked.

Seeing that everything was ready, Wang Lang said, "You have nothing to do here, go and do yours!"

The two looked at the buried stumps, and without saying anything, they took the axe and walked towards the grove.

In the woods, the two men were initially new to cutting trees with axes, but not long after, they became bored by boring labor. The endless cutting and moving trees made them very upset. They threw the axe on the ground and stayed on the ground.

The dark clouds were supervising their side. Seeing that they were not working, they walked over with a gloomy face, pointed to the axe on the ground and said, "Get up and work immediately!"

When these two men saw that they were asked to do those tired and boring things, they immediately stopped doing it, stood up and shouted at the dark clouds, pushing and yelling.

When the other companions saw the dark clouds being attacked, they immediately surrounded them and waved wooden sticks to hit the two men, screaming and stopping.

Wang Lang, who was pounding rice, heard the scream and quickly put down his work and ran out to check the situation.

When Wang Lang saw the two men with a bruised nose and swollen face, he frowned and asked, "What's going on."

"Lang, they don't work, they will attack the dark clouds." said a tribe member.

Wang Lang looked at the dark clouds and asked, "Is that true?"

Dark Cloud nodded.

Wang Lang looked at the two people lying on the ground and humming, and said coldly: "Catch them up and tie them to the wall, and don't give them food today."

For these wild and difficult-to-dressed people, Wang Lang didn't think there was anything wrong with his approach. Although the tribe's current situation is better than other humans in this world, it is just a little better. He doesn't have the ability to vote for the clan at a glance.

To develop rapidly, capturing populations is an indispensable means, which is something that all civilizations must experience.

But those who were forcibly arrested had a very lack of sense of identity with the tribe, and no one wanted to be enslaved by others. Even primitive people with no values ​​knew the benefits of freedom.

There will be oppression, and there will be resistance. The number of oppressed people can be suppressed. However, if the number of ethnic groups in the ruling class is small, then forcibly implementing slavery is the way to perish.

Wang Lang did not intend to implement slavery. Although his current practice is no different from that of slave owners, Wang Lang knew that this was just a means of both kindness and power. He used thunder to subdue these wild and difficult-to-tactic people, and then gave them benefits, so that they realized the benefits of joining their own tribe and let them know how to abide by the rules.

Assimilation is the best way to expand the population. In history, China in China caused many ethnic groups to disappear and become a member of China through continuous annexation wars.

There were no slaves in the traditional Western sense in the history of China. Since in ancient times, agriculture and industrial production were mainly self-cultivated farmers and free handicraftsmen, slaves did not have much effect in China's economic life.

Wang Lang firmly believes that civilizations built with his own abilities are almost no difficulty in absorbing and assimilating these primitive people.

People dragged the two men away and tied them to the walls of the tribe. The four women were so scared that their faces were pale when they saw their companions look so miserable. They didn't know when such a fate would come to them.

People didn't care about the ideas of these people, they just came over and took a look and went back to do their own things.

After a busy day, people were already hungry. People who returned to the tribe suddenly smelled the fragrance. They had never tasted this smell before. This fragrance made their stomachs growl.

Looking in the direction where the fragrance came, I saw the women and children surrounding Wang Lang, holding bowls, stretching their necks and drooling.

The men immediately realized that it must be Wang Lang who had eaten the meat rice. The hungry people threw down their axes and ran towards Wang Lang like wind.

Jianya sniffed the fragrance in the air intoxicatedly and said, "Lang, what is this thing? It smells so fragrant!"

Wang Lang kept stirring the millet porridge in the clay pot with wooden sticks and said, "This is the food cooked by corn, and you can eat it after a while."

When the men saw that they couldn't eat it, they immediately sighed, scratching their heads and wished they could immediately serve it out and taste it.

The four women were also swallowing their saliva, standing outside looking at the place, praying that these people would give them some after eating.

Not long after, the millet bacon porridge was cooked. Wang Lang tasted it and it was just right. For Wang Lang, who hadn't eaten rice for a long time, this simple millet porridge is better than all the meat in the world.

People swallowed their saliva and waited for the results of Wang Lang's tasting.

Wang Lang put down the wooden stick and said, "It's delicious!"

People cheered all of a sudden, and the women and children held bowls and rushed to Wang Langsheng to get the bowls. Seeing this, the men ran over to get the bowls as if they were slower and they couldn't eat them.
Chapter completed!