After talking to Wuyun, Wang Lang didn't know how much Wuyun listened to, but at least he could understand that using slaves was not good for the tribe. As for the others, they were guys who could just eat, and they didn't have the messy idea of ​​Wuyun.

In the next few days, the tribe was very busy, and threshing more than 100 kilograms of millet was a very troublesome thing. It took people a few days to clean up the ears of grain and burn a large area of ​​grass.

People miss the taste of millet porridge very much. After the threshing was completed, people looked at Wang Lang and wanted to take some out to satisfy their cravings, but Wang Lang simply refused.

The yield of these primitive millets is relatively low and they are planted very extensively. It is good to have a yield of 100 kilograms per mu. These 100 kilograms of seeds can only be planted for more than ten acres of land. Each seed is a very precious wealth. Wang Lang was heartbroken after eating more than ten kilograms last time. This time, no matter what others asked for, Wang Lang was unmoved.

Wang Lang ignored people's sighs and carried the seeds to the burned wasteland with people.

"Lang, how do you grow this corn?" Jianya asked.

"Just grab a handful and sow it down, and use your feet to step the seeds into the soil." After Wang Lang said that, he grabbed a handful of seeds, and regardless of the distance, he dissipated directly. He walked over and stepped on the seeds exposed on the ground into the soft soil with force.

When others saw that growing corn was so simple and crude, they didn't say anything more. They began to sow seeds like Wang Lang. Several children followed the adults and jumped down the seeds, as if they were playing games.

This rough and broad planting method allowed people to quickly plant more than ten acres of land, and not a single grain of more than one hundred kilograms of seeds was left.

After planting corn, people returned to their previous lives, catching prey, fishing on rafts, and peacefully and busy three months passed.

In the past three months, people have captured a lot of alive prey. In a corner of the tribe, people have built several animal pens and placed the caught prey inside to raise them.

These prey are small herbivores, the most of which are deer, as well as a few wild boars and a few sheep with long horns.

From the day when Wang Lang planted the millet, he began to carve regular characters on the wall of the house to record the time. The millet grew very well. Although it was a little messy, after more than three months, after more than ten acres of land, golden ears of grain were shaking in the wind.

The maturity of millet also attracted a large group of birds. Faced with these annoying guys, people were very troubled and could only send people to drive away these birds in turn. As for herbivores, due to the large number of people hunting during this period, many animals avoided here far away and would not come to waste these crops.

After three months of study, the six people were able to have a simple communication with others. After being able to communicate, Wang Lang gradually understood the general situation of this grassland.

According to them, this grassland is very vast, and it is just a marginal area of ​​the grassland. There are many small human tribes living in the east. As for the grassland close to the swamp, tribes occasionally migrate here, and the level of civilization of these people is similar to their previous tribes.

The civilization development of grassland tribes is at least one era slower than that of forest tribes. If the humans in the jungle are in the early Neolithic period, then the level of civilization of grassland tribes is only in the early Paleolithic period.

The IQs of these people are fine. Wang Lang doesn’t know what caused this huge gap, but the level of civilization of the grassland tribe is so low, which is good news for Wang Lang. It will be much easier to continue to annex these tribes in the future.

These six people didn't even have a single name because when they were found out, they were being hunted by moans, so Wang Lang asked them to be surnamed Kong because they were too lazy to name them. For simplicity and convenience, Wang Lang asked two men to be called Kong Yi and Kong Er, and the four women were Kong San to Kong Liu.

During these three months, the tribe held two more wrestling competitions. The first time was Jianya that still defeated everyone, but because he was already married, he naturally could not give him the right to pursue women. As a reward, Wang Lang gave his beloved tin dagger to Jianya.

Last month's competition was considered for various reasons, Wang Lang did not let Jianya participate. This time, the gang finally won the victory and became a couple with a woman named Honghua in the tribe. This woman also has a child of seven or eight years old. Wang Lang didn't know when the two of them got hooked up.

After waiting for three months, it was finally time to harvest.

Standing by the valley, Wang Lang touched Fanxing's bulging belly and said, "We can do the job of harvesting millet. Your current task is to give birth to the child safely, and I don't know what you are here to do."

Fanxing smiled and said, "You said that this time the receipt of goods is a very important thing for our tribe, and we also have to sacrifice to the gods. I don't want to miss this very sacred thing, and it's not interesting to stay in the tribe myself."

"You can do it here, but you can't go to the fields to work. Do you remember?" Wang Lang said seriously.

Fanxing curled his lips and said, "Remember, you have been with me many times since the morning, how could you not remember it?"

Wang Lang snorted and ignored Fanxing, turned around and whispered to the people: "The God guided us here, so that we could find corn, so that we could have food to fill our stomachs, and our children could grow up healthily. Today is the day to harvest corn. In order to thank the God for the gift, we will offer our sacrifices to the God."

Speaking of this, Wang Lang looked at Jianya and said, "Bring a sacrifice!"

Jianya swallowed and led a deer to Wang Lang.

The deer did not notice that death was coming at all, and she lowered her head and ate the grass under her feet leisurely.

Wang Lang took a tin dagger, walked to the deer, and gently stroked the deer's soft fur.

"What a pitiful deer! Your death is valuable. Your death will witness the rise of a tribe. If there is a next life, don't be a deer anymore. Don't hate me, go all the way!" Wang Lang simply saved the deer.

Closed his eyes and cut the deer's neck suddenly. The blood spurted out dyed the grass red, and the arteries were cut. The deer struggled violently, but not long after, it lay on the ground and twitched constantly, gradually losing its breath.

Wang Lang put the deer next to the field and knelt on the ground with his tribe members to kowtow to heaven. Everyone's expression was very solemn and serious. This matter was second only to their survival.

"The gods are here, and I offer you a sacrifice today. Please bless our tribe with sufficient food and good health." After Wang Lang finished speaking, he bowed deeply to the sky and said some respectful words to the gods. The entire sacrificial process ended.

After people stood up, Wang Lang said, "The gods will receive the soul of this deer and will definitely bless our tribe. Now we start harvesting corn, and we will eat corn venison porridge tonight!"

The crowd immediately cheered and ran into the field to harvest ears of grain wildly. Millet porridge was the best motivation for them.
Chapter completed!