Chapter 345: Chapter 207 Gan Song’s Daily Life
April 11, Southern Wilderness Vine Tribe.
“Rumble!”
In the sky, dark clouds gathered, and lightning flashed with thunder.
“Whoosh whoosh…”
On the ground, a fierce wind blew, sweeping up sand and rocks.
“Swoosh swoosh…”
In an instant, torrential rain moved quickly from the distant forests, enveloping the entire Vine Tribe, washing down trees, houses, grass, and earth.
The heat in the air was quickly suppressed by the rain, the warm wind turned cold, and the ground cooled rapidly.
“Leader, co back quickly, the rain is too heavy.”
Next to the fields in a bamboo shelter, the mbers of the Planting Team crowded inside to take shelter from the rain, but Gan Song took a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat from the shelter, and then grabbed a hoe and dashed back into the rain.
Even with the bamboo hat and straw raincoat, his clothes were quickly soaked, but Gan Song didn’t mind.
“The rain is heavy and urgent, I must dig open the drainage ditches in the fields, or once water accumulates, the crops will flood.”
Gan Song shouldered the hoe, went to the drainage ditch of the first field, and dug open the mud and stones clogging the ditch with the hoe.
After finishing, he hurried to the next field.
In the bamboo shelter, the Planting Team mbers exchanged looks, and eventually, one person gritted his teeth, grabbed a hoe, and said, “I’ll go help the leader.”
With those words, he also donned a bamboo hat and straw raincoat and dashed out.
With the first, ca the second, and soon, all the Planting Team mbers rushed out to join Gan Song in digging the drainage ditches in the fields.
In the heavy rain, their figures were hazy but inexplicably moving.
The Old Witch, having just finished carving several herbs, put down his chisel and hamr, rubbed his old back, and walked to the door.
As he saw the busy figures in the rain, he couldn’t help but sigh, “The Vine Tribe grew so quickly thanks to these hardworking tribesn!”
He thought of the Eagle Tribe far in the Eastern Wilderness.
As a large tribe, the Eagle Tribe acquired abundant resources, fostering so lazy parasites.
These parasites often relied on their ancestral or parental status, indulging in luxury and behaving recklessly, which was infuriating.
In contrast, although the Vine Tribe hadn’t been around long, it was full of vitality, with everyone working diligently, bringing comfort to those who observed.
The Old Witch shook his head and returned inside.
He was no longer the Witch of the Eagle Tribe, those issues would be left for the new Witch to resolve; his only wish now was to finish carving the Great Wilderness Hundred Herbs Map.
Elsewhere, Jiang Xuan and Huo ng were standing in a shelter, watching the busy Planting Team mbers in the fields.
Huo ng looked at the rain and whispered, “Chief Xuan, our Frog Tribe also wants to plant more crops, but we lack experience. How about we send so people over to help you, and learn so planting skills?”
Jiang Xuan said, “Sure, but learning to plant is a tedious and hard task, not as thrilling as hunting.”
“Don’t worry, Chief Xuan, our Frog Tribe warriors aren’t afraid of tedium or hardship.”
Jiang Xuan nodded and said, “Then find a few people to co over, how much they learn depends on their own abilities.”
Huo ng was overjoyed, and said, “Thank you, Chief Xuan.”
Jiang Xuan waved his hand and said, “A strong Frog Tribe is also good for our Vine Tribe.”
“Yes, yes, yes…”
Huo ng chuckled beside him, clearly a tall and robust man, yet for the Frog Tribe’s sake, he bent his back slightly.
The rain that ca quickly, also stopped quickly, and after about half an hour, it gradually eased.
Though the rain didn’t last long, it poured heavily, filling many low-lying areas with water.
In the fields, Gan Song wiped the rainwater off his face and looked at the sky where the clouds were slowly dissipating, feeling relieved.
“Good thing, the rain didn’t last too long.”
A Planting Team mber wiped rainwater off his face, walked to Gan Song’s side, and said, “Leader, the rainwater didn’t flood the crops, did we work for nothing?”
Gan Song glared at him and said, “How could it be for nothing? The Xia Family is here, there will be more rain in the future, if we don’t dig drainage ditches now, we’ll have to do it later.”
“Weather is unpredictable, it’s never a bad thing to prepare more, even if it’s just so extra work.”
The mber bowed his head in sha, not daring to say more.
Gan Song took off the bamboo hat on his head and said, “Everyone worked hard, let’s go back and change clothes first, wet clothes sticking to our bodies can cause illness.”
The Planting Team mbers nodded and dispersed in threes and twos.
Gan Song, with only one arm, slipped the bamboo hat’s string through his elbow, grabbed the stone hoe, and headed to his residence.
On the way, he cleaned the mud off the stone hoe by the creek before carrying it ho.
“Creak…”
Gan Song pushed open the door, placed the stone hoe properly, then hung the bamboo hat and straw raincoat on the wooden hooks on the wall.
These hooks were made from natural branches, their surfaces scorched with fire, leaving charred marks.
Because most of the houses built in the Vine Tribe now were mud-brick houses, there were often gaps between the bricks.
Just by nailing the straight end of the wooden hook into the brick gaps, it could be used for hanging things, very convenient.
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