This Is My Primitive Tribe Chapter 29

In the first year of the establishment of the Vine tribe, the night of May 8th was sunny.

"Buzzing..."

"Snapped!"

Lying on the bed, Jiang Xuan accurately shot a mosquito that was about to lie on his thigh to **** blood.

But not long after, two more mosquitoes flew over, circling around him, looking for the best place to **** blood, which was very annoying.

After killing five mosquitoes, Jiang Xuan finally sat up helplessly, without any sleepiness.

As the weather gets hotter day by day, the number of mosquitoes surges and becomes very rampant. They bite people from time to time, sucking a drop of blood and leaving an itchy bag, which makes people very uncomfortable.

Not only mosquitoes, but other insects also increased in number. All kinds of flying insects flew in through the gaps in the bamboo house, and then flew around the fire pond. Some even threw themselves into the fire and were burned to ashes.

Jiang Xuan sat on the bed and said helplessly, "If only there were mosquito coils."

If there are mosquito coils, mosquitoes will not dare to blatantly come to bite people, and those bugs will also be smoked away or fainted.

It's a pity that you can buy a box of mosquito coils for a few dollars in the previous life, but in this wild and primitive world, you can't find it.

When Jiang Xuan was helpless, Chi Shao seemed to hear the movement and came over to him.

"Why don't you sleep?" Chi Shao asked with concern.

"There are so many mosquitoes that I can't sleep because of the bite." Jiang Xuan's expression was helpless.

After hearing Jiang Xuan's words, Chi Shao thought about it, picked up the spear, and said, "Bring a torch and go out with me."

"it is good!"

Jiang Xuan didn't know what Chi Shao was going to do, but he was still very curious.

There are more than a dozen prepared torches in the bamboo house, which are made of broken bamboo, bundled with a lot of oil-rich branches, and then tied.

Because the tribesmen do not have electrical appliances, torches are the most important lighting tools at night. Generally, some are made in advance. When they are to be used, they can be lit directly in the fire pit.

Jiang Xuan took a torch, lit it, and followed Chi Shao to open the door of the bamboo house.

Going out at night is actually a very dangerous move, but the Fuji tribe is guarded by ancient vines, and there are no beasts nearby. As long as you don't go far, it is still relatively safe.

"Chichichichi..."

After walking out of the bamboo house, the sound of insects around became more obvious, one after another, it was very lively, but it did not seem noisy, but added some life to Xia Ye.

"Gu Gu Gu..."

"Quack, quack, quack..."

There are unknown birds chirping on the trees, and in the pond and by the creek, there are various frogs screeching first.

Jiang Xuan listened to the sounds of various animals and the cool night wind, only felt that his irritable mood was relieved a lot.

If it weren't for the annoying flying insects attracted by the firelight, this kind of night walking would feel better.

"Snapped!"

A snake appeared in front, and after seeing the firelight, it did not go away. Chishao used a spear to press the head back a little bit, then cut off the snake's head with a stone knife, and put the snake's body into the animal skin bag that he carried.

Chi Shao's movements were like flowing clouds and flowing water, very smooth, and even the expression on her face didn't change.

Many animals are attracted by the firelight at night, and the same is true of snakes. This unlucky snake is only attracted for a little longer, and it becomes the food of the Vine tribe.

Then, Chishao caught two more unfortunate frogs and unfortunate big bugs, and finally came to the forest on the left side of the bamboo house and found a bunch of low plants.

This is a kind of wild grass. It doesn't look much different from ordinary weeds, but when you get close, you can smell an unpleasant and strange smell.

This smell can't be said to be fragrant or stinky, anyway, it doesn't smell very good.

While cutting this grass with a stone knife, Chi Shao explained to Jiang Xuan: "This is called stinky grass. When the people of the hunting team spend the night outside, they like to cut a few handfuls of grass and throw some into the fire from time to time to drive them away. mosquito."

Chishao cut a lot of peony, then found a cane everywhere to tie it up, carried it in his hand and walked back.

After the juice in this bundle of smelly stinky grass flowed out, the smell became even more obvious. Jiang Xuan was surprised to find that even fewer flying insects were attracted by the firelight.

After returning to the bamboo house, Chishao placed a large bundle of stinky grass next to the fire, and took out a bunch of red-hot charcoal from the fire, took out a handful of stinky grass, bundled them up, and placed them on top of the charcoal .

Under the charcoal fire, some smoke came out of the stinky grass, and the unpleasant smell was instantly aroused, and the whole bamboo house was filled with this smell.

Even the three youngsters in their sleep frowned slightly, opened their sleepy eyes, glanced at the fire pond, and after confirming that there was no accident, they lay down again to sleep.

Although the taste is strong, the effect is still very obvious.

Jiang Xuan was surprised to find that almost all of the flying insects surrounding the fire pond and those annoying mosquitoes had been smoked away.

Chishao said: "Tie the stinky grass into bundles and put it on the charcoal fire, it can burn for a longer time. If you throw it directly into the fire, it will be burned to ashes in a short time."

Jiang Xuan nodded and said, "In the middle of the night, if the mosquitoes come again, I will put another bundle of stinky grass on it."

"It's enough if you know, I'll deal with these prey first."

Chishao yawned, and quickly cleaned up the snakes, frogs, and big bugs caught on the road, and then hung them over the fire to smoke and roast.

She thought about it, washed her hands again, and went to sleep.

Washing your hands is not because you love cleanliness. Tribes don't pay attention to this.

Mainly because Jiang Xuan likes to be clean, and every time he gets his hands dirty, he washes them carefully. Over time, Chishao has also developed a good habit of washing hands.

Jiang Xuan lay on the bed again, and after waiting for a while, there were no more annoying mosquitoes to **** blood.

He smelled that strange smell and gradually fell asleep...

The next day, Jiang Xuan had just walked out of the bamboo house when Gan Song with a worried expression ran over with a few tourists.

"Boss, it's not good, there are a lot of bugs in the field, and the things we plant are almost eaten up."

"what?"

When Jiang Xuan heard these words, he immediately woke up. He immediately thought of the plague of insects.

He didn't even have time to wash his face, so he hurriedly said, "Take me to have a look."

The grain crops in the ground are very important winter food for the rattan tribe.

After working so hard for so long, I have finally cultivated so much land and planted so many food crops, which must not be destroyed by insect plagues.

Jiang Xuan followed Gan Song to the field, and saw that countless insects were frantically gnawing at the crops in the field. Many of the leaves of the crops were eaten up, and even the tender stems and leaves were not spared.

Those tourists are trying their best to catch the bugs, but their speed is too slow. Compared with the huge number of bugs, they are really stretched.

Jiang Xuan was shocked and angry, it really was a plague of insects!

"Boss, what should we do? There are too many bugs to catch."

Gan Song, who has always been calm, can't hold back anymore. He poured a lot of effort into these crops. Seeing the crops being eaten by insects, he felt that his heart was bleeding.

"Don't worry, I'm trying to figure out a way."

Jiang Xuan forced himself to calm down, constantly searched his mind for various experiences on pest control, and tried to find a way to suit the current situation.

Chapter end