The next day, Wang Lang asked the two men to go to the grove to cut down trees, and the four women handed them over to the women of the tribe to take them to build houses and weave straw ropes.

Since he said yesterday that he wanted people to eat food made from corn, it was more troublesome to threh and peel the millet, and Wang Lang knew that there was only one way to make rice.

The so-called rice is to smash the husk of the millet with wood, and although this method will cause some of the grains to be crushed, this method that has lasted for thousands of years must have merit.

Since there was no sturdy container for rice, Wang Lang had to ask Huo to find a thicker trunk and ask him to dig a hole in the trunk and use it as a container.

Wang Lang found a relatively large clay pot to rub the grains off the ears of grain, and the best way to thresh was to beat, because Wang Lang and they only pinched the ears of grain in order to bring back more seeds, and they had no choice but to use this extremely laborious method.

It took an hour for Wang Lang to finally threshh the dozen catties of millet.

After resting for a while, Huo and Jianya carried the stump that had been dug to Wang Lang's side.

Wang Lang looked at the stump as thick as a bucket, and although the hole on it was a little rough, it could barely be used.

"Lang, how do you use this thing?" Solid Tooth asked.

Wang Lang said: "It is more troublesome to remove the shell of chestnut rice, so I wanted to see if I could use a stick to smash the shell down." ”

The two of them looked at the grains in the clay pot, looked at the stake, and said, "Can this work?" ”

Wang Lang smiled and said, "If you can't try it, you will know, you dig a pit and erect this stump." ”

The two scratched their heads, didn't say anything, found the broken branches, dug a pit more than ten centimeters deep and buried the stump in it.

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

When Wang Lang saw that everything was ready, he said, "There's nothing for you here, go and get busy with you!" ”

The two looked at the buried stump, and without saying anything, took the axe and walked in the direction of the grove.

In the grove, the two men were at first curious about cutting trees with axes, but it was not long before they became bored with the boring labor, and the endless cutting and moving of trees made them very irritable, and threw the axe to the ground, and lay on the ground and did not move.

Seeing that they were not working, the dark clouds that were supervising them beside him walked over with a gloomy face, pointed to the axe on the ground, and said, "Get up and work at once!" ”

Take two men, see them and let them do those tiring and boring things, immediately stop doing them, stand up and shout at the dark clouds, push and shout.

When the other companions saw that the clouds were being attacked, they immediately surrounded them, and brandished wooden sticks and struck at the two men, and they screamed and stopped until they were beaten.

Wang Lang, who was cooking rice, heard the screams and hurriedly put down his work and ran out to check the situation.

Wang Lang saw the two men with blue noses and swollen faces who were beaten, and asked with a frown, "What's going on." ”

"Lang, they don't work, they have to attack the dark clouds." A clansman said.

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

Dark Cloud nodded.

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

For these wild and untamable people, Wang Lang didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his approach, although the current situation of the tribe was a little better than that of other humans in this world, it was only a little better, and it didn't have the ability to make people raise the clan to vote at a glance.

In order to develop rapidly, capturing the population is an indispensable means, which is something that all civilizations must go through.

But the forcibly captured people have an extremely lack of tribal identity, no one wants to be enslaved by others, and even primitive people with no values know the benefits of freedom.

If there is oppression, there will be resistance, and if the number of oppressed people is small, it can be suppressed, but if the ruling class is small, then the imposition of slavery is self-defeating.

Wang Lang did not intend to practice slavery, although his current practice was no different from that of slave owners, but Wang Lang knew that this was just a combination of grace and power, using thunder to subdue these wild and untamable people, and then giving them benefits, making them realize the benefits of joining their own tribe, and letting them know to obey the rules.

Assimilation is the best way to expand the population, and the historical Chinese people have disappeared through continuous annexation wars and become a member of the Chinese people.

There was no slave in the traditional Western sense in Chinese history, because in ancient times, agriculture and industrial production were dominated by yeoman farmers and free craftsmen, and slaves did not play a big role in China's economic life.

Wang Lang firmly believes that the civilization established by his own ability is hardly too difficult to absorb and assimilate these primitive people.

The two men were dragged away and tied to the wall of the tribe, and the four women turned pale with fright when they saw the miserable appearance of their companions, not knowing when such a fate would befall them.

People didn't care what these people thought, they just came over and took a look and went back to doing their own thing.

After a busy day, the people were already hungry, and the people who returned to the tribe suddenly smelled a fragrance that they had never tasted before, and the smell made their stomachs growl.

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

The men immediately realized that Wang Lang must have made the way of eating chestnut rice, and the hungry people threw down their axes and ran towards Wang Lang like a wind.

Jianya intoxicated sniffed the aroma in the air and said, "Lang, what is this, it's so fragrant!" ”

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

When the men saw that they could not eat it, they immediately sighed, scratching their ears and cheeks, and wishing to taste some of it at once.

The four women, too, swallowed their saliva, stood on the periphery and stared at the place, praying that the men would give them some after they had eaten.

It didn't take long for the millet bacon porridge to be cooked, Wang Lang tasted the taste, the saltiness was just right, for Wang Lang, who had not eaten rice for a long time, this simple millet porridge was 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!" ”

The people cheered at once, and the women and children scrambled to let Wang Langsheng with bowls, and the men ran over to get the bowls when they saw this, as if they couldn't eat it if they were slow.

In the quiet night, the tribe was full of the sound of sucking and drinking porridge, even if they were sweating profusely, people were very happy to eat, and the women, because they had not made any mistakes, also got the right to drink porridge, squatting in the distance to eat, smiling, completely forgetting that there were two companions tied to the wall.