This Is My Primitive Tribe-Chapter 43 - 40 Five-Colored Duck

The first year of the Vine Tribe’s founding, July 26.

"Chief, the road to the riverside has been completed."

In the bamboo house, Gou Teng stood in front of Jiang Xuan, extremely excited to report to him.

Over a month ago, Jiang Xuan instructed them to clear a path straight to the river, removing all the shrubs, reeds, weeds, and the like along the way.

Actually, when the Vine Tribe was developing farmland, they had already left a roughly three-meter-wide road in the center of the farmland, so now they were simply extending this road forward.

The reason for clearing a path to the riverside was because as the population increased, food consumption also surged, and the fish in the creek were no longer sufficient to meet the demand.

Once the road is open, the Vine Tribe can attempt fishing by the river.

This river is over twenty meters wide, and the water is deep. Since it hasn’t been fished before, the fish resources in the river are extremely abundant.

If the fishing industry can be successfully developed, just the fish from this river can feed many people.

Under Jiang Xuan’s orders, Gou Teng led five or six people, using methods like digging, chopping, and burning, and spent a month and a half to finally clear the road.

"You guys worked hard. Come, take me to have a look."

Jiang Xuan walked outside, with Gou Teng following closely behind.

The bamboo house is located on relatively high ground, while the open area is lower. From in front of the bamboo house, one can see most of the open area at a glance.

Jiang Xuan looked out over the land and first saw a large pond, followed by fields arranged in tiers that stretched into the open area. There are around thirty acres, and the crops are already lush and thriving, looking very promising.

Further ahead is a large crescent-shaped open space, covered with countless shrubs, reeds, and weeds, all lush and green.

In the center between the farmland and the open area lies a roughly three-meter-wide road stretching from in front of the bamboo house and extending several hundred meters directly to the river.

Although the road is not large and in many places is covered by tall grass and trees, it connects the bamboo house to the small river, which is of great significance.

When the people of the Vine Tribe want to go to the river, they don’t have to hack through the thorns and spend a lot of time—they can just follow the road.

As they say, to get rich, first build roads, and this principle applies here too.

After finishing the view, Jiang Xuan led Gou Teng onto this road.

He walked past the pond, past the farmland, and along the road into the vast open area.

The surrounding trees and plants were very tall, the road was somewhat rocky, and far from smooth, with quite a few stumps on the ground, yet Jiang Xuan was still very excited.

"Rustle... rustle..."

They walked through several hundred meters of open land and through towering reeds, until Jiang Xuan and Gou Teng finally reached the gravel-covered riverbank.

In front of them was a small river over twenty meters wide with endless flowing water, clear and teeming with countless fish swimming back and forth.

Not far away, a group of waterfowl was swimming in the shallows, occasionally diving to eat small fish and shrimp, not even bothering to flee when people approached.

"Hey, that waterbird... looks a bit like a duck!" Jiang Xuan exclaimed in surprise.

This type of waterbird had a beak similar to a duck—flat—and its feathers were colorful, quite large in size, appearing rather plump.

"Chief, what’s a duck?" Gou Teng had never heard of the term before.

"A duck is..."

Jiang Xuan suddenly didn’t know how to explain it, so he vaguely said, "It’s a type of waterbird that’s tasty to eat and can lay eggs."

"Oh." Gou Teng scratched his head, instinctively feeling it wasn’t that simple, but he didn’t continue asking.

Jiang Xuan looked at the large waterbirds, much bigger than ducks, and his eyes gleamed.

After July, although the weather remained hot, this world was entering autumn, as the thirty acres of crops planted in the fields gradually began to mature.

At the same time, the cave that Da Jiao was digging grew larger, and the insects being raised multiplied.

With adequate food, the Vine Tribe is ready to begin developing livestock farming.

Jiang Xuan has been contemplating what kind of animals the Vine Tribe should domesticate.

For mammals, he first thought of a large bamboo rat found on the mountain, because bamboo rats were herbivores with a very diverse diet.

It not only eats bamboo but also reeds, small shrubs, various plant tubers, leaves, vines, and more, with extremely wide food sources.

Moreover, the large bamboo rat is less prone to illness, easy to keep alive, and has a strong reproductive ability, with a lot of meat—it’s a very good candidate for farming.

As for birds, Jiang Xuan initially opted for a type of wild chicken from the bamboo forest, even capturing a few chicks to raise some time ago.

But the awkward thing is, after separating from the mother bird, those chicks were extremely fragile and died easily, marking the Vine Tribe’s first livestock farming failure.

Now, Jiang Xuan has his eyes on this bird that resembles a large wild duck.

Compared to wild chickens, the waterbirds clearly have a more diverse diet, greater disease resistance, and are able to forage in the water independently.

As long as the water area is large enough, there might not be much need to feed them—the birds can satisfy themselves in the water.

"Let’s find a way to catch a few and try to raise them!"

Jiang Xuan licked his lips. If these waterbirds are similar in habits to ducks, he has great confidence in taming them.

Even if they can’t be tamed in the first generation, he can confine them, have them breed a second generation, and raise them from birth—this way, they can still be domesticated as poultry.