After a few busy days, the captives' small courtyard was finally framed, and they only needed to paste grass and mud to move in.

The rice fields have almost been turned over, and there are a few shovels where they can dig, and as for those tenacious tree stumps, Song Xuan also asked them to dig up the soil around them.

It's still early to plant rice, so let them dry it more during this time, and the snake will come to the small fire from time to time to slowly burn them.

Even if it can't be burned clean, as long as it doesn't affect the follow-up planting, as the so-called wet millennium, dry millennium, and not dry or wet for half a year, Song Xuan believes that as long as the intervention is appropriate, he is still sure that he can get a suitable piece of land before planting.

In addition to dealing with the trees above, Song Xuan also asked the captives to dig a canal from the upstream, although the tribe is facing the river, but after all, the terrain is much higher, as for the waterwheel or something, although Song Xuan knows the principle, but according to the existing technology of Teng Snake, it is not quite able to make it.

So it's more rude and simple to use the most traditional way, anyway, now the tribe has enough manpower, and it's quick to do it.

In order to ensure that water could be brought in even when the water was dry, the first point of the canal was three or four miles from the tribe, but it was not entirely for the cultivation of rice.

Song Xuan mainly wants to bring water to the tribe, this also saves the province to go down every day to fetch water, as long as it is properly protected, the water in the river of the Teng Snake tribe is better than all the water in Song Xuan's previous river, the taste is clear and sweet, this is also the benefit of primitive society, everything is in the cleanest state.

Seeing that the captives were in full swing, Song Xuan handed over the task of guarding them to Shi Yong, and he brought back the few archers he had captured earlier to the tribe.

The first time he saw the bow and arrow, Song Xuan became extremely interested, so when he chased them later, he also captured them alive as much as possible.

Although the bows and arrows of the Wuyu tribe are not so refined, their power is still quite good, and at least at a distance of fifty or sixty meters, they can still maintain good accuracy and strength.

Song Xuan also observed the captured bows and arrows, the length was not particularly special, it was bent out of wood, the length was basically shoulder-length, but it was longer than the toy bows that Song Xuan saw, which seemed to be similar to the Qing bow in Song Xuan's memory, all of which increased the power by length.

The bowstring looks like the tendons of some kind of beast, and it is not difficult to obtain this, and the tribe hunts many beasts every year, large and small, and many of them.

Song Xuan observed, and felt that the difficulty was still in the choice of wood and the production of the bowstring, because the wood had been polished many times, Song Xuan asked all the tribes but no one could recognize it, and as for the bowstring, no one knew how to make it.

The bows in the tribe are all casually bent into wood, and then tied with a leather rope, although the length of the two is about the same, but the power is one heaven and one underground, so I wanted to ask these people to ask, with Shi Yan on the side to translate, Song Xuan is not worried that they can't understand:

"It's your weapon."

Seeing that a few people nodded, Song Xuan continued to ask.

"Do you know how that works?"

Several people shook their heads and said they didn't know, and one of them said that the bow and arrow were snatched back from other tribes by the Black Feather tribe, and they were just using it.

However, the eyes of several people when they spoke, in addition to being afraid, also looked at the person in the middle from time to time, and sometimes they wanted to speak and stopped, obviously knowing something but not daring to say it because of scruples.

After asking a few questions one after another, several people prevaricated with the idea that they didn't know, or that they were nonsense, and Song Xuan's remaining patience was gradually exhausted like this.

Although I don't know the specific materials yet, as long as I am willing to work hard and cut down some of the surrounding trees, it is not difficult to find the most suitable materials.

Since you don't eat the toast, you can only come to punish the wine, Song Xuan pointed to the bow, stared at the eyes of the person in the middle, and asked word by word:

"Do you know what kind of wood it's made of?"

Seeing that Song Xuan was about to be angry, this person's eyes dodged, and finally looked at Song Xuan firmly, shook his head and said that he didn't know.

Song Xuan was no longer polite to him, and when he saw Shi Meng supervising the people coming back carrying the wood, he shouted:

"Fierce, bring two people over!"

"Hehe~ Divine Messenger, what's the matter?"

Shi Meng has also been proud of the spring breeze these days, and there are more than 50 people under his hands, which is the peak moment since he became the leader.

Song Xuan didn't talk nonsense, pointed to the person in the middle and said:

"Drag him out, erect a pole, and hang him up!"

"The man hangs at the gate of the prisoner's yard!"

Although the captives couldn't understand Teng Snake's words, they knew that things were going bad the moment Song Xuan pointed at him, and when they were grabbed by the arms of the two people and pulled out, they finally wanted to say the result:

"Sensi! Sensi! Wu Da Bang Bang Bang ...... Wu Da Ji Li......"

"The oracle, he said he knew what kind of wood was used......

Listening to Shi Yan's translation, Song Xuan still waved his hand, signaling Shi Meng to take the person out quickly, since he had already given him a chance, he couldn't help Song Xuan's ruthlessness.

After capturing these captives, Teng Snake did not abuse them except to make them kneel hungry for a day, even if the work was a little slower, at most it was a kick, and as for the food, although it was not very rich, it was barely enough to fill the stomach.

Song Bixuan thought that it was okay for them, but the two sides had a deep hatred, and if he didn't kill them to sacrifice the flag, he could still give them a way to live, which could be regarded as benevolence and righteousness.

Since he didn't appreciate this, he had no choice but to let him be the chicken who killed the chicken and set an example for the monkey.

After dragging the person out, Song Xuan didn't rush to continue questioning, and sure enough, after a while, there was a scream, Song Xuan went out to take a look, Shi Meng was really powerful.

The wood that had just been brought back came in handy, and the remaining branches at the top were just used to hang him, and his hands were tied with ropes, and he was hung upright, and Shi Meng also took off the clothes on this person directly, and his body was full of scars from being whipped with wooden sticks.

Seeing Song Xuan come out, he shouted again:

"Sensi! Wu Da Ji Li......"

Song Xuan retreated directly into the house, and Shi Meng below saw that he still had the strength to shout, and then he jerked again.

The screams spread throughout the tribe, and they could be heard clearly even outside, and the captives didn't even dare to raise their heads when they passed by, so they quickened their pace and walked over, now they couldn't even save themselves, so naturally they couldn't care about the lives of others, but they were still curious in their hearts, what did this person do wrong to be treated like this.