Chapter 241: No Longer Irrigating

The night only had loud thunder and small raindrops, one could even say it didn't rain at all, because the ground wasn't even wet. Baifeng had hoped for nothing, and all the tribespeople felt the same; they all felt a bit disappointed.

However, Baifeng was not too worried, because he could still feel the humid south wind today, and the clouds in the sky were increasing; they were all thick, high cumulonimbus clouds, which meant that rain would definitely fall. Last night's rain was just telling them that the humid southeast monsoon had finally arrived, catching the tail end of the rainy season. From this, one could also judge that the coast or the south must have suffered from floods; it was just unclear which tribe's territory it was.

Those few drops of rain last night were not without effect; at least it was much cooler now, and everyone didn't feel as tired when working.

The Rice still needed to be irrigated; even if he knew it wouldn't be long before it rained, perhaps even today, the supply to the Rice could not stop for a moment. He had to do the work well himself and could not place all his hope on Heaven.

Sui was already carrying a big belly, but it didn't affect her movements at all. Right now, she was strolling under the sun with Baifeng. She loved this boundless farmland very much; to her, food was everything, and even Baifeng was not as important as food.

Saying it this way might make Sui seem heartless, but this era was just like this. How could there be any deep love to speak of? It all came from the reliance on food. As long as you had enough food, you could harvest enough love.

However, in the current situation, even if a tribe with more grain and greater wealth came to snatch Sui, or came to lure Sui away, Sui would not go with them. The powerful, gentle, and wise Baifeng, with the addition of such financial resources, was undoubtedly the best man of this era. No matter how wealthy other tribes were, their men would not have the charm of Baifeng.

Because the sun was still quite hot, a tribesman followed behind the two of them, holding a huge lotus leaf as a parasol over their heads. No one felt it was inappropriate; this was the treatment a Tribal Chief should have.

After noon, the thunder sounded again, but this time the dark clouds moved relatively slowly and covered a very large area. Baifeng estimated that it would definitely rain this time, and it wouldn't be the kind that flashed by in an instant.

Baifeng also told everyone not to go out and to take shelter from the rain at home first. However, the main Soldiers had already prepared their tools and were ready to listen to instructions at any time to go out and drain water for the farmland and various parts of the tribe. This rainstorm looked like it was coming with ill intent; although it didn't look like the kind that could cause a disaster, the rainfall would definitely be heavy.

The dark clouds arrived, and the rain smashed down directly. The raindrops were large and the density was high. Before long, the entire tribe was submerged in the heavy rain.

Baifeng had been estimating the time, because he had to infer the current situation of various aspects of the tribe based on the rainfall and the time. After raining for more than an hour, the rain began to lighten. Looking at the raindrops like a beaded curtain under his eaves and the gathered rainwater, Baifeng generally estimated that their tribe's drainage system was about to reach its limit, so he blew the Whistle and took a shovel himself to the front line.

The water channels were under some pressure, but they could still withstand it. There was only a shallow layer of accumulated water in the tribe, so the problem was not big. They just cleared the water channels and that was it. However, they still left people at the channel openings to watch. They had rain capes woven from thatch and bamboo hats, so there was no problem in the rain; it was just that their feet had to be soaked in the water, which was not very comfortable.

They opened a gap in the water channel for the Rice fields to let out the excessively deep accumulated water, and then there were no more problems. These things in their tribe were not considered major events, but they had to be done.

The rain became lighter and lighter, and their work was gone. People were left to watch the main areas. Baifeng felt a bit bored, so he strolled in the light rain. Hearing the roaring Dahe, Baifeng simply climbed onto the city wall to take a look.

The water level of the Dahe had risen sharply, to a degree that even he felt a bit scared, but it was still far from their city wall and not worth worrying about. It was just that the river was unusually muddy now, looking like a river of mud flowing. Baifeng thought that with so much mud, it would definitely be possible to create a fertile alluvial plain.

The Rice fields that had beautifully enjoyed the precipitation no longer needed them to irrigate; they just needed to wait for it to mature. Looking at this year's situation, it would definitely be a Harvest year, but before the grain was put into storage, there was no profit.

Their wheat had been gradually cleaned up. After all the wheat ears were cut down, they were not in such a hurry; they only worked during the day and would no longer work overtime at night.

The husks became a delicacy for the cattle. For them, the husks were very good fodder, not to mention that there was still wheat that hadn't been threshed clean on them. This could all help them gain some fat.

The cleaning process for the wheat had to rely on the wind. They couldn't pick it out bit by bit; with so much grain, they wouldn't finish picking it until next year's Autumn Harvest.

Relying on the wind to blow away the wheat husks, shriveled wheat, and dirt from the tossed wheat, their wheat was considered clean enough to this extent. When loading it into the Grain Storehouse, they would carry out a final cleaning, manually picking out the obvious impurities.

The Grain Storehouse they were using now was newly built, and the quality could be said to be very good. It was not afraid of leaking rain or being broken into by rats. It was just that rats could still possibly crawl into the Phylum. They had no cats to use.

Letting dogs in was also not right; a dog catching a rat is meddling in other people's business. This actually didn't count for much. In the absence of cats, dogs should catch rats, but dogs were not agile enough and it was difficult to catch the rats in the storehouse.

The Nuliqu had a problem, but no one reported it. When it rained heavily last time, several houses leaked badly. The Soldiers of the Baifeng tribe did not know, because they would not go in under normal circumstances. They were only responsible for counting the number of people every day and arranging for the Slaves to work. To them, as long as the number of Slaves going out and returning every day was sufficient and the arranged work was completed seriously, the rest did not matter to them.

It was only when a Worker of the Baifeng tribe happened to pass by that he noticed something wrong at the foot of the wall. After observing carefully, he felt that the house was leaking, so he opened the room door himself and went in to see. Sure enough, water was flowing all over the ground along the foot of the wall, seeping into the foundation. He immediately reported this news to Baifeng.

Baifeng naturally went over to take a look himself. After seeing it, he also believed that this had a great safety hazard, but they had no new houses to live in, so they could only persist for now.