The gathering team moved slowly, and the soldiers stood guard on either side of the vehicle, vigilantly watching the movement on both sides of the road.

With a smooth road, the fruit forest, which could only be reached on foot for a day, is now on the road, and the team of grass chickens set off in the morning and arrived at the destination at two or three o'clock in the afternoon, which took more than half a day.

The fruit that Honghong gave you is still growing on the trees, perhaps because of the arrival of humans, the monkeys in the orchard have disappeared.

"Shi Yue, you take people to guard below, Shi Gang, you go to collect fruits with people, we will rest here for one night tonight, and return for us early tomorrow morning." Bark commanded.

When the two teams heard this, they immediately got busy.

The soldiers climbed up the tree like monkeys as fast as monkeys by this basket, picked off the bright red fruits, and kept throwing them into the basket.

It took more than two hours to fill all the vehicles.

"Mr. General, what did you say the leader asked us to bring back so much fruit, isn't it bad that we can't eat so much?" Shi Yue asked suspiciously.

"In doing this, the leader naturally has his plans, when have you ever seen the leader do something useless." Bark said.

"Also, the wisdom of the leader is not something we can imagine." Shi Yue agreed.

"Don't talk nonsense, a few of you pay attention to the situation around you, and the others hurry up and rest." Bark interrupted the conversation and commanded the soldiers.

After a peaceful night, the collection team returned with a full load.

When the fresh fruit was coming, all the people in the tribe came to watch, and people who had never seen these fruits kept swallowing their saliva as they looked at the truckloads of bright red fruits.

"Two carts were sent back to the inner city, and the other carts were all put into the warehouse, and then one was given to each clansman." Wang Lang commanded.

In addition to eating some of these fruits, Wang Lang's main plan is to use them to make wine.

Even if you can't make it, the fruit wine can greatly improve the living conditions of the tribe.

The method of fruit wine is also very simple, although there is no ready-made yeast to ferment, but as long as the fruit is stored, the substances in the fruit itself can promote the fermentation of the fruit, which is also the original method of sake.

With two carts of fruit, Wang Lang estimated that at least dozens of jars of wine could be brewed.

For these people who have eaten such a delicious food for the first time, this thing is simply worth a thousand gold.

These tropical fruits, if not eaten as soon as possible, will quickly rot and deteriorate, Wang Lang has no intention of making all the fruits into wine, leaving the two carts in Yancun as a weekday food, and sending people to Linhe and the copper mine to send some.

Wang Lang's method of making fruit wine is simple and crude, after all these fruits are packed into the jar of plums, the mouth of the jar is closed with animal skins, and buried directly in the soil, as long as you wait for a period of time, let these fruits ferment, after some processing, it is a simple fruit wine.

Although people don't know why Wang Lang stored these fruits like this, they knew that Wang Lang was doing a very important thing.

Once the fruit is processed, the next thing is to wait.

A few days later, the soldiers evicted the slaves from their cells and told them to take sickles to harvest the ripe hemp.

The harvest was much easier than the road, and the slaves worked hard to stack bundles of linen together under the supervision of soldiers.

Wang Lang had already told several leaders about the steps of the hemp.

With the harvest of hemp, the tribe suddenly became extremely busy, and more than a dozen acres of hemp were harvested in two weeks.

And the first batch of hemp is already ready for use.

The women scooped the bundles of hemp out of the foul-smelling puddle and beat them with sticks.

With hemp fibers, all that remains is spinning and weaving.

Although the spinning wheel was made, Wang Lang was still at a loss for the loom, and he could only make a textile tool with low efficiency, if Wang Lang knew more about the historical evolution of weaving, he would know that the weaving tool he made was called a waist machine.

The women learned the use of the spinning wheel under the guidance of Mu Feng, and Wang Lang smiled as they watched the messy hemp fibers turn into tiny twine.

Weaving is a very tedious thing, and this is also a skill that Wang Lang requires women to master.

As the tribe slowly moved closer to private ownership, the future tribesmen formed families one after another, and women had to have a skill to earn a living if they wanted to achieve a higher status.

Wang Lang can imagine that if nothing else, in the past hundred years and nearly a thousand years, the fingers and hands of these women will be strangled by these twine on the fingers one after another, and these wounds and cocoons are also the glory of women, no less than the wounds on men's bodies.

The spun twine is carefully stored and waiting to be processed into cloth.

The weaving work is very slow, and the weaving is completely handmade, and even if a woman sits there without eating or drinking, and keeps spinning, she will not be able to weave much cloth.

Although the progress is slow, Wang Lang is not in a hurry, the materials and tools are already available, and the appearance of cloth is only a matter of time.

Half a month after harvesting the hemp, the Fire Tribe once again sent someone to deliver potatoes.

And this time, the person in charge of transporting the goods was the beggar who put it back before, and surprisingly, the wings of the spy were also in the team this time.

Wing nervously followed behind Qi Yan, although he tried to pretend to be calm, but his dodging eyes still betrayed his true thoughts in his heart.

Wang Lang also saw this guy, and couldn't help but be stunned, but he recovered in an instant, and this time he was able to come over just in time to learn about the current situation of the Fire Tribe from him.

"There's the head of the Salt Ministry, and we're meeting again." Qi Yan said respectfully to Wang Lang.

"Beggar Yan, how many Ugu did you bring this time!" Wang Lang asked.

"This time it's still two hundred catties, and we will send the rest over slowly, and I hope you can continue to fulfill the agreement we only see." Qi Yan said slowly.

"No problem, as long as the things are delivered on time, we will give you peace." Wang Lang looked at Qi Yan calmly.

"Your heart will make the gods look at you." Qi Yan said respectfully.

"You and I don't know each other, in this way, our tribe recently received a fruit, why don't you stay and taste it!" Wang Lang smiled.

Qi Yan frowned slightly, and said slowly: "Thank you for your kindness, we still have to return to the tribe, so there is no need." ”

"Our leader has given you food, and you dare to refuse?" The bark on the side scolded loudly.

Qi Yan was taken aback, although he didn't know what medicine was sold in Wang Lang's gourd, but he always felt that something was wrong, but the situation was stronger than people, so he had to nod and say, "Thank you for your kindness." ”

Wang Lang smiled: "That's right, let's go, let's go to the tribe to taste that kind of fruit." ”

When Wang Lang turned around, he gave the bark a look.

Bark immediately understood, nodded slightly, and then said to the entourage of the Fire Tribe: "These people are also from afar, and they must have worked very hard, so they will rest and rest with Shui Shui." ”