Da Ji vaguely remembered that yesterday Qiao Huan said that the night in Erzhai might not be peaceful, and he stayed up late waiting for the movement, but in the end he was still old and tired, and he didn't know when he fell asleep.

When he woke up at dawn, Da Ji listened to the movement outside and found that there was nothing abnormal, so he stepped over a few sleepy children and climbed down the kang to open the door and go out.

There was fog in the morning, and the sky was wet. In a few days, the bracken should be ready to be picked, the tooth cabbage should have sprouted, and the tender dandelion should have grown leaves...... Oh, now don't be afraid of running out of food, as long as the woman goes out to pick. Come back and rinse it in white shabu, and put a little mammoth oil, there is really nothing to say about the taste.

There are seven pairs of mammoth tusks hanging outside the door of the Great Hime House, and no one is uncommon now.

What are you going to do today? Cultivate?

Da Ji looked at the rows of houses in front of him, and still felt that something was not very real. Sometimes I get stuck in the memories of my previous life and find it difficult to extricate myself.

Qiao Huan came over with dark circles under her eyes and bowed deeply to her, making her feel even more unreal.

"What's wrong? How many people died last night? Is there anything wrong with him? Da Ji felt frightened, a thunderbolt on a sunny day. It seems that he is too old to be woken up even when something like this happens.

What if something happened to the forest trails, what would the tribe do? I'm afraid that everything in front of me will disappear immediately, right?

Qiao Huan was a little inexplicable: "I'm grateful to you...... What dies more? We went to bed late last night and nothing happened. ”

"Huh? Nothing happens? So what is this thanksgiving? Da Ji knew that he was afraid that he had missed something again. But she's almost used to it.

A little later, when Lin Ji was asked by three hundred people to tell his story again, Daeki knew what she had missed.

She also reacquainted herself with this tribe and Lin Ji, and then she regretted it, a few months ago, she shouldn't have thought about exchanging Lin Ji, as for such a thing as competing with him for the right to speak, it was even more wrong.

She felt that she should not serve the old man, but also work hard, try to maintain the rules of this tribe, and maintain everything that the tribe has.

……

Originally, after the exercise, the story was told in groups, but some leaders couldn't tell the story clearly when they repeated the story of Lin Ji, and asked Lin Ji to retell it, so the group meeting became a conference.

Lin Ji realized that these were useful, so he went into the town at night and turned over some lectures and training books, and now he talks about it again, it becomes more vivid and infectious.

After he finished speaking, he asked a few leaders who had expressed themselves to go up and speak, and he whispered a few more people below to continue to heat up the atmosphere. By the time Daihime went up to express his remorse and gratitude, the atmosphere of the whole tribe became fanatical.

The conference was followed by a group meeting. Everyone bowed to the god Jizu Li in the sky, bowed to Lin Ji and Da Ji again and again, bowed to the leaders of all sizes, and applauded and encouraged everyone to tell about their past sufferings and their determination for the future.

Lin Ji is interspersed with many groups, motivating and guiding from time to time, so that the whole atmosphere has been continued.

Bear Paw stood up and repented of his mistakes in a hoarse voice, saying that he would work hard in the future to compensate the tribe.

The people who were going to steal and resist last night also stepped forward, handed over their hidden supplies, and voluntarily accepted the double punishment. After these people were tortured, they were forgiven by everyone and cared for by everyone.

Those who have done wrong things, those who have been lazy, and then repent one by one in the group, and then they are encouraged, forgiven, and finally become intimate.

The small meeting was followed by the conference, and some typical characters were pulled out to retell, and those who spoke well were encouraged to speak at the conference, and those who stuttered were also encouraged to stand up and say a few words casually.

What started as a morning meeting-like event lasted almost a day. Breakfast and dinner were eaten casually with the distributed jerky, and the whole process was extremely touching, you eat a bite of mine, and I will feed you one. Everyone evened out the best part of the meat, and the pile in front of Da Ji and Lin Ji was like a hill.

Da Ji and Lin Ji couldn't finish eating, so they distributed it to the children and the old and weak, and the result was unanimously praised by everyone.

Finally, Po Tu stood in front of the people and shouted, "Do you have confidence in our farming? ”

"Yes!"

"What if someone invades our tribe?"

"Kill!"

"What if someone hurts our Keiko?"

"Kill!"

"What if someone hurts our Daihime?"

"Kill!"

……

The crowd was frenzied, and Da Ji, who was standing on the edge of the crowd, gradually calmed down, and asked Lin Ji: "Farming has been delayed for a day, it doesn't matter." ”

"It doesn't matter if you sharpen your knife or chop wood." Lin Ji replied with a smile.

Although he felt that the atmosphere at the scene was a little exaggerated, Lin Ji had never been more stable in his heart.

This form of things had a certain audience when information was developed and education was popularized in later generations. He felt that it should also be useful at this time, but he didn't expect the effect to be so amazing.

Once an ignorant person is superstitious about something, it is more difficult for him to get out of it than for a knowledgeable person.

Lin Ji knew that if he made it like this, he was afraid that the painting style of the Ji Lin tribe would change from then on. But seeing them like this, he felt very safe for no reason.

If nothing else, if someone really kills him now, at least half of the people here will be able to fight for him. And the combat power that erupted will definitely surprise everyone.

With a little more thought, it shouldn't be a problem to make these hundreds of people monolithic.

After such a day, it was good for the morale and spiritual construction of the tribe, and the farming was postponed for a day, but Lin Ji believed that it would be easy to catch up with the progress later.

Sure enough, when I woke up the next day, men, women and children were all in high spirits. The routines are meticulously conducted. Tasks such as digging tree roots, turning over the land, and repairing ridges were assigned, and teams rushed to the fields.

The number of bronze farm tools is limited, and there are only a few pieces in each group, and those who do not have bronze tools are not noisy, and they are dried with tools such as bamboo, wood, stone and bones, lest they fall behind.

Before the freeze, the tribe reclaimed about 100 acres of land, and then cut down about 400 acres of forest. In the winter, the ground freezes as hard as stones, so digging up the roots of the trees is basically left to the present.

With all kinds of tools in place, the people of the tribe are now not afraid of hardship or tiredness, and the progress is not slow.

For this year's planting, the forest site is mainly going to plant corn and sweet potatoes, in addition to planting a little kudzu perilla cabbage and the like.

Corn and sweet potatoes had gained a little under the pretext of pig face, and Daiki took it out. But these are not enough to plant hundreds of acres, and a lot of forest traces are taken out in small cities and soaked or raised seedlings in batches.

After the corn has been soaked for a day, it is sown directly on the turned land.

After the sweet potato seedlings are raised, the seedlings are cut and planted.

After that, the fields are divided into people, and the responsibility system is carried out, and when the autumn comes, we will see who can cultivate well.

As the days of cultivation passed, the roots of the trees on the ground disappeared one by one, the fields appeared one by one, and the rows of corn sprouted and pulled leaves, and the hearts of the Jilin tribe became more and more cohesive, looking forward to the autumn harvest that the forest traces repeated countless times.