This Is My Primitive Tribe

Standing in the center of the vegetable field, Jiang Xuan saw the scene of insects eating the crops, and all kinds of "rustling" sounds in his ears.

If he can't think of a way, this large area of ​​crops will be eaten up by insects, and even if they plant tubers, the yield of the autumn harvest will be appallingly low.

"Leader, don't worry, think about it, since the witch in the dream taught you to plant, he must have taught you how to deal with this situation."

When Jiang Xuan was upset, a pair of warm hands placed on his shoulders, and his gentle voice eased his nervousness.

That is the red peony.

Jiang Xuan nodded, took a deep breath, and began to recall various experiences in dealing with insect disasters in his previous life.

The first method is manual culling. This method is the simplest, but the efficiency is also the lowest. With the Teng tribe, the crops will be gone before these pests are killed.

The second is drug treatment, which is the fastest and most effective treatment method, but the Vine tribe does not have insecticides, so this method does not work at all.

Then there is the legend of raising ducks and eating worms.

Apart from fish farming, the Teng tribe has not developed any other farming business at all, not even a single duck.

This method also doesn't work.

This doesn't work, that doesn't work either. What should I do?

Everyone is waiting for the leader to come up with an idea to deal with these pests, but Jiang Xuan has nothing to do. This feeling is really uncomfortable.

"You catch the bugs first, and I'll think of a way."

After Jiang Xuan left a sentence, he walked away depressed, hoping to take a walk and have a look to bring him new ideas.

Gan Song and the others looked at each other, and everyone could see that the leader seemed to have nothing to do.

Gan Song gritted his teeth and said, "Catch bugs!"

Afterwards, he picked up a bamboo tube, squatted on the ground and quickly caught the bugs. For every bug, he would pinch its head and throw it into the bamboo tube, so that it could be roasted and eaten.

Those tourists also acted again, including Chi Shao and others, also joined the ranks of catching insects.

While Chishao was catching insects, she glanced at Jiang Xuan from time to time, with a very worried look on her face.

These farmlands were opened up bit by bit, and Chi Shao knew very well how much effort Jiang Xuan had put into farming.

If the pest plague cannot be solved, no matter how many fields are cultivated, no matter how many crops are planted, it will be useless, it will only become food for the insects.

They are very good at dealing with beasts, but the tribesmen have no experience in dealing with such a large-scale insect plague.

Chi Shao could only be in a hurry and couldn't help.

Jiang Xuan walked slowly in the field, and his mind kept thinking about various ways to deal with the insect disaster, but he had not personally experienced the insect disaster, and lacked the experience in this area.

Is it true that the hard-earned crops will never be harvested?

Jiang Xuan was very unwilling, he walked and walked to the edge of the pond.

"Whoosh!"

In the water at the edge of the pond, a very large frog suddenly opened its mouth, and a tongue shot out like lightning, sticking a flying insect from the air, and then slowly swallowing it into its belly.

Jiang Xuan's eyes lit up, it would be great if there were a large number of frogs in the fields, they could eat a lot of bugs.

Unfortunately, it is obviously unrealistic to catch frogs temporarily. We can only rely on nearby frogs to consciously enter the fields to hunt for insects.

Jiang Xuan's eyes dimmed again, it was a drop in the bucket to eat insects with so many frogs nearby.

Jiang Xuan had a splitting headache thinking about it, and walked back to the bamboo house without knowing it.

He sat by the fire pit, watching the beating flames, and suddenly a light flashed in his mind.

"Firelight, the phototaxis of insects!"

As the so-called Yi Nian Tong and Bai Nian Tong, Jiang Xuan naturally thought of how to deal with those **** pests when he saw the fire.

Most of the pests in the Fuji tribe's fields are flying insects with wings that fly over from other places.

Because of this, when they appear suddenly, they can cause serious damage to the crops in the field.

Because the Vine tribe was unprepared, they never expected that a large number of insects would suddenly invade.

These winged insects are huge in number, reproduce extremely fast, and are extremely destructive to crops, which is very terrifying.

But they are not without weaknesses.

Their weakness is that they, like most flying insects, have phototaxis at night.

Every night is the time when their activities are the most rampant and the most destructive time.

They rely on moonlight and faint starlight to determine the direction of their flight.

At this time, if there is a lot of bonfires, it will disrupt their flight direction, and finally plunge into the fire and be burned to ashes.

Of course, in theory, whether these pests will pounce on the bonfire at night can only be known by trying.

With the mentality of a dead horse being a living horse doctor, Jiang Xuan immediately walked out of the bamboo hut and went to the field. He asked the three tourists to stop catching bugs and pick up firewood. a pyre.

Next, is to wait for the night to come.

Jiang Xuan and everyone worked hard to catch the bugs while waiting anxiously for the night to come.

Time is like flowing water, the sun rises and sets, and day soon turns into night.

When night fell, Jiang Xuan lit a torch from the bamboo house, then walked into the field and lit a handful of those firewood piles.

"Crackling, crackling, crackling..."

The dry firewood quickly burned, making a crackling sound, and piles of bonfires were lit, and the flames illuminated the night.

Those flying insects that were flying around in the cultivated fields and nibbling on the crops suddenly became overwhelmed by the sudden strong light source.

They flew around randomly, and then flew towards the fire in a spiral trajectory.

"Snapped!"

The first bug flew to the bonfire. After its wings were burned, it fell into the fire and burst into flames.

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Soon, countless flying insects rushed over like piles of bonfires, were burned to death by the raging flames, and burst.

"it is good!"

The tourists who had been waiting by the side cheered, and Gan Song's face flushed with excitement.

Standing beside a bonfire, Jiang Xuan finally let out a sigh of relief as he watched the insects fall one by one.

This method is effective, especially when dealing with these flying insects, the effect is very significant.

As long as these flying insects are burned to death, the remaining reptiles are not so destructive, and the crops of the Vine tribe can be preserved.

That night, countless insects were burned to death, and the smell of burning permeated the entire open field, making countless beasts dare not approach.

The fire burned all night, until it was almost dawn, Jiang Xuan and the others returned to the bamboo house to sleep.

The same goes for those tourists, who often need to add dry wood or dead bamboo to the bonfire to keep the bonfire burning continuously.

It was not until after dawn that the bonfire gradually went out, and everyone could go back to rest.

There is only one exception, that is Gan Song.

He watched the last bonfire go out, and picked up the scorched worm from the bonfire and put it into his mouth.

"Quack..."

The worm was roasted very crisp, and Gan Song chewed the worm a few times and swallowed it.

He walked slowly in the crops, observed the crops carefully, and found that the number of insects was very small, and finally felt relieved.

"Great, if you burn it a few more times, you should be able to burn all these bugs to death, and the things we plant can continue to grow again."

Gan Song stroked a round potato seedling with mutilated leaves, with a gratified smile on his face.