"ditch?"

"Well, wait a moment to go down and measure the water level to see how much water can be accumulated by such a heavy rain. At that time, dig a long ditch below, fill the other side with soil, and raise the place where you want to put things. In this way, when the rain falls, it will all accumulate in the ditch, so that other things will not be submerged."

Ah Jiu thought for a while: "Yes, but there are not enough people."

Digging ditches is a physical task, not just a few dozen people. What's more, the bottom of the valley is long and narrow, and the ditch can't be too shallow. It needs to be measured in the early stage...

Rong Yue became annoyed: "There aren't enough people..."

At this time, Bai Tao suddenly pushed the door and came in: "Lord Yue, look who is back!"

Two shining bald heads appeared in front of him.

Rong Yue said in surprise: "On the stream by the stream! You are back!"

The bald-headed brothers were soaking wet, and there was no way to cook a fire in the wooden building, so Rong Yue invited them to her and Tian Yang's tent.

The fire was blazing, brothers, you told me about the situation of the salt department.

"There are a lot of people, I don't know how many, but their tribe is very long, they circled around the salt mine, and they couldn't reach the end of the road for a long time..."

"There is a market in their tribe every day, so they do business with themselves."

"They actually salted the meat! It's too extravagant, so much salt, to keep the meat fresh..."

"There are a lot of beauties."

Xibian smashed Xi's head.

"Well," Rong Yue asked, "Has the leader of the other party tasted our ketchup?"

"Oh!" Speaking of this, the two brothers became enthusiastic: "Tast it! At first, the head of the salt department was holding Bao Xing to greet him, and he didn't even look at us, but since he tasted the tomato sauce, he invited us to enter. the main account..."

"Then he kept asking us how we made this sauce."

Rong Yue laughed: "You didn't say anything."

"How is it possible!" The two brothers vowed: "I definitely didn't say it! Besides, they couldn't make it without tomatoes. We used the jerky we brought and exchanged some sugar, and the rest didn't last long."

"Well done." Rong Yue praised them, and the two brothers blushed with joy.

Although he was interested in ketchup, the leader of the salt department had seen many good things, and his response was not too eager.

For the reason of distressing his daughter, he is more polite to the bald brother, but he is not particularly excited, or he is determined to get ketchup.

The stream hesitated for a while, and said, "Actually, the Moon Sacrifice, the Salt Department, although it is very prosperous, I think it's better for our Xingyue tribe."

"Oh?"

"Some of them have so much jerky at home that they can't be piled up and hang outside the tents, but those who are not full are still not full."

Xishang also said: "I also saw a man starved to death alive. Someone dragged him out of the account and threw him into the big pit outside the tribe."

"Yes, ordinary people in their tribe use salt mines in exchange for food. If they don't dig for a day, the whole family may starve."

"If you can't dig it, you can only admit bad luck."

"Some cubs are only a little old, and they will help them dig."

"It's pathetic..."

The people of the Xingyue tribe have also deeply experienced the cruelty of survival, but the small tribe is closely related, and some people have unexpected accidents, and there will be more people to help.

But big tribes like Yanbu are more cruel, and the two brothers on the creek are not used to it.

Rong Yue thought about it for a while, and then asked, "Have you walked around, do you think there are many craftsmen in the Salt Department?"

"Craftsman?" The brothers on the stream by the river looked at each other: "Is there a lot..."

Craftsmen use their craftsmanship in exchange for food. Those with stronger abilities have more work, while those with weaker abilities often linger on the edge of food and clothing.

Xishang said: "I saw some craftsmen who couldn't make useful things, so they could only grope themselves to make some small toys to play with the cubs of wealthy families. People who are not short of food will occasionally change them, but the craftsman is hungry. The face is yellow and the skin is thin..."

"Yeah, it's miserable, that toy is quite interesting, I watched the wooden bunny come to life, twist something and put it on the ground, and it will move around on its own..."

Rong Yue pricked up her ears: "Huh? Say it again?"

The old wood has not eaten for two days.

He had a cramp in his stomach, took a spoonful of water from the bucket and poured it into his stomach.

The cold water made the stomach even colder, but somehow relieved some of the burning pain.

He put two sour fruits on the head of the wooden bed, and there was a half-year-old boy sleeping on the bed. This is his cub, Little Wood.

When Xiaomu was growing, he was thinner than other people's cubs because he couldn't get enough to eat all the year round.

With such a body, it is absolutely impossible to dig salt mines, and in the future, I will still be a carpenter with myself. But……

The old wood sighed.

Ever since his old nemesis, Sledgehammer, has been appreciated by the leader, he has been repeatedly suppressed.

He could no longer use the skills he had learned from his master, and no one was willing to ask him to do the work. In desperation, he could only make some gadgets by himself and sell them in the market.

Carpenters like him are all bottom-level carpenters.

If they don't do the job well and no one hires them, they will be reduced to selling useless little things.

The old wood numbly packed the little rabbit woodcarving and the little bug woodcarving that he had made yesterday in a cloth bag, and he was about to open the door and go to the market.

The wooden door creaked, and the clear voice of the young man came from behind: "Aba."

The old wood sighed, turned his head and smiled at the little wood: "There is fruit by the bed, let's eat it."

Little Wood shook his head: "Abba, I'll go to the market with you."

After all, the half-teenage boy did not wait for Dad to respond, and went to get the fruit, one in his mouth and the other in front of the old wood.

Old Wood felt sour in his heart, opened his mouth and took a bite.

The sour fruit was not fully ripe, but it made his tongue swell, and his stomach became turbulent again.