Zerg Overlords of Civilization

Chapter 32 The Beginning of Farming

After possessing a large number of tools, the Guman tribe has now shed its primitive atmosphere after half a year of construction.

The simple thatched huts are no longer the mainstream, replaced by numerous tile-roofed houses.

These buildings are mainly made of stucco and bricks, with roofs covered by terracotta tiles, and are distributed in orderly rows within the tribe.

During the day, the sunlight shines on the tiles, reflecting a faint luster, and the dust that accompanies the wind even gives them a slight splendor.

In the early autumn, Gu Hao began to organize his tribe to build the city wall.

The main reason why the city wall was built so late was the lack of manpower, and Gu Hao was not worried about anyone daring to invade the Gu barbarian tribe, so he gave priority to building houses.

The scale of Guhao's urban construction is very large. Even now, there are still a lot of open spaces, but the general regional divisions have been established.

The housing area is a dense area characterized by tile-roofed houses, with moderate distances from each other to facilitate mutual care and to prevent the spread of fire.

The market is located in the area near the city gate. In order to facilitate transactions within and outside the tribe, the tribesmen display various items. The bustling market has become the most active place in the tribe.

In this change that spanned the ages, although the Guman tribe started late, it gradually revealed its strong strength under the leadership of Gu Hao.

The digging bug has already broken out of the egg. Although it still needs half a year to grow before reaching the adult stage of half a meter, it is still in the juvenile stage.

But the size of to centimeters is enough for them to work in the ground, and it is enough for them to turn over in the soil.

More than 400 digging bugs entered the farmland, seeming to have a steady stream of power, and soon opened up large areas of the field.

The builders burrow rapidly through the ground, the soil turning and splashing beneath them.

Just like a small forklift working hard, it works hard to open up new layers of soil and prepares for a new round of sowing.

The digging bugs seemed to realize their task and kept digging, driving away the soil, leaving only neat furrows.

Then, the farmers of the Guman tribe followed closely behind, holding hoes and baskets, and accurately planted autumn seeds such as radish and other shade-loving radishes into the newly plowed furrows.

They work with satisfaction and joy on their faces, planting seeds for the upcoming harvest season.

Everyone takes every seed in their hands seriously, because that may be the hope of their season and the guarantee of survival.

The whole earth seems to have been injected with new life, waiting for the seeds to grow.

Today's Gu barbarian tribes no longer rely solely on gathering, hunting, fishing and other methods to survive.

The various crops grown have begun to occupy the diet of some Gu barbarian tribes.

Because of the autumn harvest, Gu Hao finally got the first batch of cultivated garlic, pepper, pepper, chopped green onion and other seasonings.

In an open space in the center of the city, Gu Hao used an iron pot and began to teach the tribesmen how to use seasonings to cook.

Gu Hao skillfully placed the pot on the fire, then put the chopped vegetables and seasonings into the pot and stir-fried.

The firelight reflected on his focused face, and the shovel in his hand flew in the pot, making a clicking sound.

For the Gu barbarian tribe, this is a new way of cooking and a new way of life.

At this moment, there was a gentle breeze, and many tribesmen who were working smelled a strange aroma.

They stopped what they were doing and waggled their noses in the air, trying to find the source of the scent.

They followed the aroma to Gu Hao's cooking place. Looking at Gu Hao's busy figure beside the fire, their eyes were full of curiosity and expectation.

Gu Hao put the fried vegetables into the ceramic plate, which immediately caused the tribesmen to rush to taste it.

"Everyone, try it and see how it tastes."

Xie grabbed a piece with his hand and put it into his mouth, then his face immediately showed an expression of surprise.Xie praised: "Gu, what kind of magical food is this? I have never tasted anything so delicious!"

Gu Hao said with a smile: "This is just a small part of our life in the future. In the future, our life will be even better."

Food culture was successfully introduced into the Guman tribe.

In just one week, the Guman tribe has evolved from simple ways of preparing food such as roasting and boiling to stir-fry.

A few smokes have risen from the tribe, which is a new breath of life and a symbol of a new way of life.

Smoke rises under the blue sky, like thin lines connecting heaven and earth.

They permeate the air, carrying the aroma of food and making people salivate.

Every household excitedly invites acquaintances to taste their own cooking. Although many people are novices, the dishes they make often fall into the category of dark cuisine.

But the new way of life still makes the Guman tribe full of enthusiasm.

Gu Hao looked at everything in front of him with satisfaction. This atmosphere made him very satisfied.

Although the Gu barbarian tribe is still some distance away from true civilization.

But if things continue to develop like this, Gu Hao believes that the prototype of civilization will definitely appear.

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The radish seeds began to sprout, and small green tips poked out of the soil, as if announcing their arrival to the world.

As time goes by, these small green tips gradually grow into radish seedlings.

They thrive in the sun, with growing leaves and thicker roots.

In the end, those radishes that were once just seeds have turned into plump radishes, waiting for people to harvest.

The weather is getting colder, and the north wind is blowing in the air, bringing a hint of coldness.

Whenever night falls and the cold touches the earth again and again, everything indicates that winter is coming.

The leaves began to gradually turn from bright to yellow-brown, and the leaves fell one after another. The naked branches showed the desolation of autumn.

At this time, the Guman tribe finally began its final autumn harvest.

The last batch of rice has turned yellow, and the radishes have plump roots and lush leaves.

The tribesmen, wearing coarse cloth and holding farm tools, came to this ripe golden land.

A lively scene unfolded, and the chirping voices, combined with the sound of sharp tools being buried, formed a sense of autumn harvest joy.

The Guman tribe members pulled up ripe radishes in an orderly manner. The tops of the radishes were green and the lower half were crystal clear, like naked gems.

The plump rice that Gu Hao had worked so hard to cultivate was also cut off in bunches with the efforts of the tribesmen, and gathered into golden piles of rice.

This is not only an autumn harvest, but also the beginning of the Guman tribe entering the farming era.

Radish will be one of the main vegetables this winter, and the staple food will be a large amount of pickled fish and other miscellaneous animal meat.

The harvested rice will be saved as seeds. These seeds were cultivated by Gu Hao for almost half a year before he succeeded (sincerely!).

Now I finally planted a batch of seeds just in time for winter.

In this way, the Gu barbarian tribe will be able to directly use ready-made seeds next year instead of wasting time waiting for another season.

(End of this chapter)