There, two calves were chasing and playing. Wherever they passed, the dense rice grains left traces of falling.

It was like two thick charcoal pens in the child's hand were drawn randomly on the green canvas.

More buffaloes were leisurely shaking their tails and swaying their heads, biting and chewing rice ears.

The rice ears that were filling the grout were rich in juice, and white foam kept coming out from the beef's mouth and dripped from time to time.

What a lively and interesting picture!

However, what the cow's hooves trampled on was the tribe's rice fields!

This rice field is the main source of tribe food, and the rice grown... is the lifeblood of the tribe!

The tribe members were so anxious that they screamed, but they didn't dare to get close, but just surrounded them from afar.

The collision and trampling of the herd of cows is not a joke, it will kill people!

They waved wooden spears and torches, and threatened and drove away the cattle.

Many arrows of animal teeth and stone arrows were shot at the herd, but they did useless work under the thick cowhide, which at most caused some cowhide to twitch, as if a bull rogue had snatched it.

The clan leader organized his tribe members to form an arc, using roars and torches as the main means to slowly approach the cattle herd and slowly drive the bison herd out of the paddy fields.

After a lot of effort, the cattle finally surrendered, unwilling to support their round belly, chew the cow's mouth full of foam, left the rice fields, went down into the river, and wandered leisurely.

The rice fields were ruined by cattle, about twenty acres, accounting for one-quarter of the total rice fields of the tribe.

Looking at the ruined rice fields, some of the tribe members knelt on the ground, bowing to the gods, praying for the gods to mercy.

Some of the tribe members fell to the ground, beating their chests and crying.

Some of the tribe members walked into the rice fields silently, numbly the fallen rice and the rice that fell into the mud, and supported them straight.

Many rice seeds will fall down when they let go, and they will persist and repeatedly support them.

They didn't let go of some broken rice.

They also inserted the broken rice grains with immature rice ears into the mud.

I don’t know if they know that even if such half of the rice grains are inserted into the mud, they will not be able to survive.

The clan leader held the burning torch, raised his head, and looked at the sky for a long time...

Silently, ask the heaven!
Chapter completed!