Chapter 335: Agriculture of the Xuanyuan Tribe

Xuanyuan felt that he had already grasped the truth of farming; last year, the grass seeds they planted yielded a great Harvest, which was actually enough to ensure that one-tenth of their tribe would not have to worry about food.

One must know that Xuanyuan and his people did not plant very much, and it was basically in a state of letting it grow on its own. They simply learned from Baifeng to first loosen the soil, then scatter the seeds inside, and that was it. They did nothing more, yet the yield was already much higher than what grew in the wild.

However, Xuanyuan also discovered that the grass seeds they obtained, whether in size or plumpness, were far inferior to those of the Baifeng Tribe. Yet, the Baifeng Tribe was unwilling to exchange seeds with them; even things like wheat were given to them only after being roasted. Xuanyuan even asked Baifeng why he went to such unnecessary trouble, asking if roasting them wouldn't waste more of their time and energy. Baifeng only said it was for the sake of the Xuanyuan Tribe, so that they could be preserved for a longer time.

Only now did Xuanyuan understand that Baifeng was trying to prevent their seeds from leaking out. If it were him, he would certainly do the same. These seeds were fully capable of changing the destiny of a tribe.

If even people like them could obtain such great gains, he found it hard to imagine just how wealthy the Baifeng Tribe was now. He feared they no longer had to worry about food; what they likely cared about was whether they had so much food they couldn't finish it, and if it would go moldy.

Sometimes when Xuanyuan thought of this, he would sit in restlessness. He very much wanted to use the useless things in his tribe to exchange for the Baifeng Tribe's grain, but after thinking it over, they really had nothing left to trade. Now, only the Crocodile Skin from Dayeze was needed by the Baifeng Tribe, and how much grain could such a small amount of Crocodile Skin exchange for from the Baifeng Tribe?

After getting a taste of success last year, Xuanyuan directly expanded the planting area several times over this year. However, spring farming was truly a difficult task. Although it was said that one could harvest more in the autumn, the things that had to be paid in the present also made him feel strained.

On the territory of the Lieshan Clan that he had newly occupied, he planted wheat in continuous patches. The boundless plains were the most suitable for planting, and now they were no longer afraid of attacks from the Lieshan Clan. Over these years, the strength of the Lieshan Clan had been worn down by them to almost nothing. Xuanyuan was waiting for this Autumn Harvest to end; after harvesting more grass seeds, he would launch a general offensive against the Lieshan Clan to completely annihilate them. Only with grain would he have the confidence to do this, so his focus was now placed on these farmlands. It could be said that these farmlands carried too many of his expectations.

The Lieshan Clan was weak, but they dared not unite with the Shennong Clan. The Shennong Clan now wished for nothing more than for the Lieshan Clan to be wiped out, so that he would have the opportunity to take back a portion of the Lieshan Clan's land. Linkui was thinking quite beautifully; anyway, this land was so vast that Xuanyuan could not possibly manage it all. Furthermore, he himself was the largest tribe on this land; even the Suiren Clan was far inferior to him, so they could not possibly threaten him.

Linkui had enjoyed himself for too many years, enjoying the shade of his ancestors, and had long forgotten to continue expanding his territory. Instead, he had always maintained a mindset of being the number one in the world. In reality, the outside world had long since turned upside down, and the Shennong Clan was no longer the largest tribe.

The Suiren Clan was not wealthy, but their territory was already the largest, and they were still constantly expanding, continuously absorbing other tribes. Xuanyuan was also constantly expanding, but he was relatively more cautious. While expanding his territory and increasing his population, he was raising his financial strength and constantly looking for new food sources.

What made Xuanyuan happiest was the Rice on his territory. Originally, the Rice was just scattered randomly in the swamps and Low-lying Land to let it grow. Xuanyuan did not understand how Rice should be planted, but judging by the quality of the Baifeng Tribe's rice, it was definitely not something that could be grown well so simply. However, Baifeng had never given him any hints, and he wondered if he could find out a little information during the next trade.

As for why he was happy, for one, the yield had increased. For another, the Rice seeds that Leizu brought from their Xiling were also thrown into their swamps. After two completely different types of Rice were thrown together and grown for a few years, they suddenly had a trend of changing in the same direction, and they were different from the original two types of Rice. Xuanyuan could not figure out why this was, but it was a good thing after all.

He was also somewhat troubled. He wanted to take the changed Rice to show Baifeng and see what the situation was, but he could not bring himself to do it. He always felt he shouldn't ask Baifeng, but once he thought of the stomachs of the over one hundred thousand people in his entire tribe, he made up his mind to ask during the next trade for Crocodile Skin.

Xiong returned to the camp that day with an excited mood, and then the whole camp traveled for another half day before setting up camp. By tomorrow afternoon, they would be able to successfully return to the tribe.

Seeing that his tribe had been completely wiped out, and that he himself had not been killed, hope ignited in Ya's heart. As long as they didn't kill him, even going to be a Slave would be fine.

Xiong was in no mood to care about Ya; his mind was filled only with horses, to the point that he even forgot to arrange food for Ya. Ya was left hungry for two days like this. The Soldiers of Huaxia saw that Xiong hadn't said anything, and they were unwilling to waste food on a dying man-eating beast, so they didn't bother with him either.

Over these years, Ya had been a Tribal Chief, and food had never been cut off. Even in the Winter when food was scarce, he could eat his fill. So, not eating or drinking for a day was fine, but by the second day, he felt his whole body was weak. However, he dared not open his mouth to ask for food.

Because as long as he opened his mouth to speak, he would be severely beaten. At first, it was fine; he was just telling the Soldier guarding him about his helplessness and grievances. The second time, he was beaten. From then on, no matter what he wanted to say, he would be beaten, to the point that he had to relieve himself on the spot.

Fortunately, he was wearing a Leather Skirt, so at most it just stuck to his legs. As for the smell, well, he was already smelly enough, so it didn't matter much. Weren't people of this era all like this? Of course, excluding the very clean Huaxia people.

Ya could persist without eating, but he truly could not endure not drinking. In a situation where people wouldn't give him water to drink, he could only secretly lick the water droplets on the leaves. There had been a short rain last night, a very short one, and the ground hadn't even been soaked through, but it saved Ya's life.

Xiong's letter reached Baifeng's hands, and Baifeng was also extremely excited. Among their own people, someone had finally seen the existence of horses with their own eyes. Although the last horse-seeking journey had almost cost him his life, Baifeng still could not suppress his heart and wanted to go see for himself.