After planning and construction begins.

Countless tribesmen, holding axes, sickles, pickaxes, shovels, and baskets, rumbled to the wilderness.

For a moment, the quiet wilderness became noisy, and the shouts, laughter, and singing of the tribe members were heard.

By the way, it's February now.

The sun in the sky is warm.

There is only a slight wind in the wilderness.

The withered weeds made a rustling sound under the trampling of their tribe members.

Some of the bushes that were still green were blocking the road and disappeared quickly under the axe and pickaxe.

There was a tribe who was a slut, and from time to time, he used a shoulder pole to hit the dried reeds, lifting large areas of reeds, which attracted the tribe members who were covered with their heads and faces.

But he still enjoyed it.

Finally, when his shoulder pole swept through the reeds again, two wild ducks flew out in a hurry.

With his mental preparation, he quickly threw out a basket and wanted to cover one.

Unfortunately, it was a beat slower after all, and the basket rolled all the way and rolled far away, but there was no wild duck covering it.

He had no choice but to pick up the basket, carry it on the shoulder pole, and settled down.

But I haven't walked far away, and I sprouted in solid form and hit the reeds again.

I just walked along the way, and I don’t know how many times it took.

He laughed out loud.

Finally, the blind cat met a dead mouse and he caught a wild duck.

Gaga, he screamed in panic. The wild duck that was thrusting his fingers casually, turned the duck's head to 720 degrees and could no longer make a scream.

He smiled and rubbed a straw rope, tied the wild duck's neck, and hung it on the shoulder pole.

The wild duck stretched out its long neck, drooped its webbeds, and swayed on the shoulder pole.

After arriving at the designated location, the tribe members with shovels dig up nearby in dry puddles or mud.

Digging is easy.

He took the shovel and slapped the half-dry mud. The shovel went halfway, and then stepped on it and the shovel was completely submerged into the mud.

Pull out the shovel, then change the direction of the shovel port, cut three shovels, pry it out, and a piece of mud will be cut into.

After three or four pieces of such mud are piled up in a basket, the tribe members will take them away and pile them up piece by piece at a predetermined location.

Use the pickaxe with minimal use.

Only when there are large bushes of shrubs that need to be piled up will it be used.

So, in the wilderness, there were noises and crowds of people, shovels rose and fell, and baskets went back and forth.

The wild ducks flew up from time to time, and the wild rabbits suddenly fled.

In just a few days, the river embankment that was constructed at the same time was divided into two sections, intermittently, and you could see a rough look.

...

A few days later, not only adults but also children came on the construction site.

They are not here to build river bankers, they are here to pick up food.

Yes, pick up food.

As the mud was dug up everywhere, loaches, eels, turtles, turtles, clam shells, mullets, toads... hiding in the mud appeared one by one.

The tribe members were so happy that they went fishing unconsciously.

It’s not OK to meet each other when they meet each other.

I didn't do much work, but I picked up a lot of clam shells.

But these are also food.

People who have deep feelings for food cannot let these foods be ignored.

Finally, I decided to let the children pick them up.

After arriving at the field, groups of children cheered and screamed in an instant.

Loaches were jumping around the ground, piled up in piles of clam shells, and turtles whose heads were retracted into the shells...

Everything made them ecstatic.

They were quickly excited to work.

They followed the adults who were digging mud one by one.

When a piece of mud was dug away and a pit was left behind, they rushed into the pit and groped.

After a while, he grabbed a loach from the mud pit and raised it up screaming.

The loach was still lively and slippery, and the child couldn't take two steps. With a scream, the loach broke free from his mud-filled hands and fell to the ground.

How can I escape the food I got?

The child immediately bent down and grabbed with both hands.

At this time, loaches were not so easy to catch.

In the mud, the loach has no room for movement, so he can touch it and catch it every time.

Now in the open space, the space for movement is large, and the loaches are leaping happily.

The child was caught for a long time, but he couldn't catch him.

Finally, I was anxious. I seized the opportunity and suddenly lay on the ground all over and pressed the loach under my chest.

Captured!

He giggled and laughed.

However, when he grabbed the loach and stood up, his whole body was covered in mud.

Even on the face, the sludge is a piece of the east and a ball of the west, making it a big face.

The adults next to them watched the children catch loaches and laughed, and they didn't feel tired at all when they were doing the work.

A child over there is even more amazing.

He didn't know why he touched a clam shell. The clam shell was very big and almost the size of a pottery pot, like a big stone.

He hugged the clam shell in front of his chest and couldn't walk steadily, it was crooked and seemed to fall down at any time.

Looking at the surprise and envious eyes of his friends around him, he was very proud, and his already crooked steps became even more disagreeable.

A child over there is smarter.

He touched a mullet fish and was already knocked out by the adults with a shovel.

The mullet was too big and he couldn't hold it, so he used willow branches to pass through the gills, tied them into knots, tied them into rings, put them on his shoulders, and dragged them away.

But the mullet is too big and it is very difficult to drag it away.

He saw him gritting his teeth, his eyes wide open, and his body leaning forward, almost at a 30-degree angle to the ground.

He just moved forward step by step with a flushed face.

The adult next to him kindly wanted to help him, but he disagreed and dragged the big mullet to his destination.

A child over there would not have the luck of others.

He just touched a pile of snails.

He was very distressed.

Troubled how to carry it.

The snails are not small, and he can't hold them in one hand.

He held one hand on his chest, piled the snails one by one on his arms, and hugged them on his chest.

Unfortunately, when he got a bunch of snails in his chest, he stood up and all the snails fell off again.

In desperation, he could only squat down again to pick up the snails.

After repeated several times, he could not take all the snails away at once.

He was so anxious that he was about to cry.

It made the adults beside him laugh.

...

With such a surprise, the three meals of the tribe members also became richer.

Ye Qing was worried that the mud-covered clam shells and the snails were not cleaned, so he went to the canteen to inspect it.

Fortunately, under his repeated emphasis, the tribe members had changed their previous rough cooking habits, and the snail meat, clam shell meat, and internal organs were removed.

However, he discovered the treasure in this inspection.

pearl!

He saw the pearl!

Glittering charming pearls, big and small!

Installed a few pottery basins!

His eyes suddenly grew bigger.

He walked closer, grabbed the pearls one by one, and looked at them in front of his eyes.

These pearls are huge in size, like eggs, with a round surface and colorful rays.

When he saw one, his heart beats a little.

Put it in modern times, each of these egg-sized pearls is a rare treasure.

But here, if you count it casually, there are forty or fifty.

Become rich!

Become rich!

This thought came to his mind naturally.

But then I realized that this was the primitive era. No matter how precious these pearls are, who can they be sold to?

What a pity!

He reluctantly put down the pearls.

Can't eat it...
Chapter completed!