In order not to waste his arson, Wang Lang decided to sow the next season of corn tomorrow.

Since coming to this grassland, Wang Lang suddenly felt that he was simply an arsonist, and in less than a year, he set two fires on this grassland, and if there was a judicial institution in this world, he estimated that he would definitely be pulled out and shot more than a dozen times.

Yesterday's tragedy did not affect the mood of the people, and after the scorching smell of the tribe had cleared, the people continued their daily work as usual, and the wall began to be brick-wrapped on this day.

Large quantities of bricks were transported to the construction site, and people walked back and forth like ants carrying building materials and digging foundations under the fence.

At this time, Wang Lang is carefully burying those potatoes that have sprouted next to the vegetable field, if a large number of potatoes cannot be obtained again in a short period of time in the future, these dozen potatoes will be used as seeds to cultivate for a long time.

After pouring the manure water, Wang Lang looked forward to the smooth emergence of these primitive potatoes.

The next day, except for the nearly 100 men who had built the wall, all the rest of the tribe went out with rudimentary tools and began planting for the new season.

The last bumper harvest made people realize the benefits of intensive farming, and this time there was no need for Wang Lang to remind them, the old people of these tribes took the initiative to take these newcomers to plant facing the loess with their backs to the sky.

After having sufficient manpower, this time, Wang Lang is very ambitious, he plans to sow nearly fifty acres of corn at a time, as long as these grains get a bumper harvest, then the harvest of grain is not only enough for these people to eat for half a year, but also may have some surplus.

In this way, as long as there is a surplus of grain, the extra grain can be used to make wine.

Although Wang Lang doesn't like to drink much, he knows that alcohol is a good thing, and in addition to drinking, the distilled high-grade liquor can be used as alcohol.

There is basically no medicine in the tribe, as long as the body is scratched, it is likely to take the life of a strong adult, if there is alcohol for disinfection, at least a large number of people can be guaranteed to live in good health.

Wang Lang, who has no common knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine, although he hopes to find herbs that can cure diseases, but with his ability, even if the herbs are placed in front of him, he can't recognize them, even if they are highly recognizable ginseng, in this wild era, he is likely to not be able to distinguish whether it is radish or ginseng.

In ancient legends, there was a Shennong who tasted a hundred herbs, but as Wang Lang, who had no noble sentiments, he did not have the spirit of selfless dedication, even if he asked others to do human experiments, he did not want to use his own people to try.

"When I wipe out the Fire Tribe and use those cannibalistic guys to test the poison, God will surely forgive me!" Wang Lang muttered to himself.

The sowing went smoothly, the burned land became very soft, and a small pit could be made with a light digging with a bone rake, and with the joint efforts of more than 100 people, more than a dozen acres of land were planted in one day.

In the evening, after dinner, Wang Lang looked at the dark night sky and frowned.

Before dusk the sky becomes gloomy, and at night it is even darker and you can barely reach your fingers.

In this weather, Wang Lang knew that the heavy rain was finally coming, and the last heavy rain came quickly and did not have any impact on agricultural production.

But good luck doesn't happen again and again, and such gloomy weather makes Wang Lang can't help but recall the heavy rain on the way to migration.

That terrible rainstorm caused the destructive force, Wang Lang may forget in his life, if he hadn't found the cave in advance, it is estimated that more than a dozen people would have been swallowed by the flood.

"Forest fire!" Wang Lang had a gloomy face and called Lin Huo over loudly.

Lin Huo came over with a torch and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Go and call someone, move all the clay pots and clay pots in the tribe outside, I guess this rain is likely to cause flooding." Wang Lang said very solemnly.

Lin Huo looked at the night sky without a single star, and said, "Probably not, it hasn't rained a few times for so long, maybe this time it will stop for the next time." ”

"It's better to prepare in advance, if there is a flood, the water of the river is undrinkable, we have to collect enough water in advance." Wang Lang said.

Lin Huo nodded and said, "Okay, I'll do it now." ”

Wang Lang waved his hand, let Lin Huo retreat, looked at the dark night sky, his expression was extremely solemn, frowned and organized the women, saying that those horned dragons in captivity in the fence were driven to the thatched huts built, and if these horned dragons died in the heavy rain, it would definitely be a big blow to Wang Lang.

In the dark night, the tribe is busy with tension, and after all the prevention work is done, people hide under their houses or grass huts, waiting for the heavy rain to come.

At midnight, thick lightning lit up the night sky, and the rolling thunder shook the dirt of the grass hut.

Soon after, the pouring rain poured down, and seeing such dense rain, Wang Lang said secretly: "Sure enough, just like last time, the flood will definitely happen." ”

Fanxing hugged Wang He, came to Wang Lang's side, and said, "Lang, if there is really a flood, those dikes should be useful!" ”

Wang Lang sighed and said, "Everything that needs to be done has been done, now I can only hope that the gods will bless me." ”

"Boom!"

Another muffled thunder sounded, and the terrible thunder frightened Wang He into tears, and Fanxing hurriedly hugged the child in, trying his best to calm down the crying child.

One hour, the pouring rain showed no sign of abating, and Wang Lang, who was worried, rushed out of the house and ran towards the lookout in the rain. The stars tried to stop it, but it was too late.

Lin Huo, who lived next door to Wang Lang, saw Wang Lang rushing out, and ran out after him.

"Lang, it's raining so hard, what are you doing running out?" The sound of the rain, the forest fire could only roar loudly so that Wang Lang could hear it.

"I'll have to see what happens to the dikes, and if they can't stop the flooding, we'll have to get out of here." Wang Lang roared and walked up to the high platform with unhurried steps.

Lin Huo gritted his teeth, and then followed.

It was pitch black outside the tribe and it was impossible to see anything, and the dense rain made it difficult to breathe.

"Click!"

The thick lightning lit up the night sky, and with this light, Wang Lang could see the light condition of the river embankment.

Although the river has risen a lot, there is still a lot of distance to cross the embankment, and the embankment stubbornly keeps the raging water out.

Wang Lang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay, let's hurry down, it's too dangerous here." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a thick bolt of lightning fell from the sky and slashed into the dense jungle, where a little fire flashed, but was soon extinguished by the rain.

Seeing this scene, Wang Lang didn't dare to continue to stand on a high place, and the two hurried to the ground and ran back to their residence.