The operating technique of the curved plow is very simple. The curved plow made by Rio does not have complicated parts such as plowshares, plow arrows, and plow spurs. The user only needs to use the plow rudder close to the ground at the end of the plow beam as a fulcrum, and lift or press the plow handle to adjust the depth of the plowing. With Leo's few words of guidance, even children and women can master it. Soon, the young and strong people in the village moved to other places, leaving only the elderly, women and children on the wasteland. The child was leading the donkey in front, the woman was operating the plow behind, and the old man was following behind picking up grass roots and stones. Pulled by a donkey, the iron plow cut through the soft soil, easily turning over the grass roots and gravel buried in the soil. The wasteland that had been burned black by the fire was turned into arable land at a rapid speed. All the men moved to the slope on the west side of the Hewan Peninsula. Land reclamation is not just about turning over the land. In addition to leveling the land and clearing debris, Uliyan also has to lead people to dig a canal at least five feet deep along the hillside on the inland side of the river bay peninsula, connecting the swamps and small lakes in the south to regulate excess or insufficient water in the farmland. Although the wasteland in the northern part of the peninsula chosen by Uriankhai was the flattest and most suitable for initial reclamation. But after all, it is naturally formed land, and the terrain still has many differences and ups and downs, and does not meet the standards of farmland. In some places, bushes grew several meters high, while in other places, there was only mud.
Most places can be leveled slowly by manpower, but some places can only be irrigated by diverting canals or drained by ditches. After sowing, a small dam must be built on one side of the river bank before the river water rises in summer to prevent the surging river water from flooding the farmland on the river bay peninsula. Everything has its pros and cons. There must be a reason why there are no trees growing on such fertile land on the River Bay Peninsula. Although Leo was injured and unable to farm, he was not idle. While watching the iron plow working, he took the hemp stored in the camp and twisted it into hemp ropes. The original owner had lived as a semi-savage for more than ten years and had already mastered all the skills for survival in the wild. Not to mention the ready-made hemp silk, he could even peel tree bark and twist it into hemp rope in the wilderness with his bare hands, and make a rope trap that could hang wild boars. The various knowledge and even common sense brought by the souls of the time travelers make Leo even more powerful. Just like the hemp rope in the hand, the original owner's technique of twisting the hemp rope was completely self-created. He mainly used great force to make miracles happen. He had to tie a knot every meter to prevent the hemp rope from unraveling. But with Leo's current intelligence and dexterity, the hemp rope he wove was only as thick as chopsticks, but it was stronger and more durable than the ropes as thick as fingers in the past. As he moved, a rope more than one meter long with a small net bag in the middle appeared in his hand. One end of the rope was braided into the shape of a wheat ear, and the other end was braided into a ring. Leo put the ring on the index finger of his right hand while holding the wheat ear at the other end. Leo picked up an egg-sized pebble and put it into the net bag, then gently swung the rope. As the rope swung faster and faster in the air, Leo loosened his grip and the stones in the net bag flew out instantly, flying over the river beach that was dozens of meters wide and falling into the calm waters of the Anzeno River. Sling! The wisdom of our ancestors! Even in modern times, its legends are still everywhere. After trying the feel of it, Leo put it aside and started weaving the second sling. Olivia and the little mouse on the side also helped to twist the hemp rope when they saw this. The difference was that the slingshot Olivia made was almost exactly the same as Leo's model, while the one made by the little mouse looked like a giant centipede. I can't even straighten it! After making more than thirty slingshots in one breath, Leo stood up, looked at the sky, and called out to the villagers not far away: "Militia, follow me to the river!" After everyone was gathered, Leo distributed a sling to each person and then demonstrated the technique of slinging stones.
Like the javelin, the slingshot only requires hands and is very easy to learn. It is also much more powerful than the soft bow and bone arrows made by the villagers. In small-scale battles, especially against small alien races like ogres and goblins that have no armor protection, it is extremely useful. But there are also many flaws, the biggest of which is the hit rate. For the militiamen who had just practiced stone throwing, it was difficult to hit any object, or even to throw the pebbles correctly forward. "Don't use too much force, just swing it gently, that's right! Be gentle, and let go when the stone reaches the front. You, you, you! What the hell is this? Do you think you're a trebuchet?" Leo patrolled back and forth and instructed the militiamen. When he saw one of them trying to put a pebble the size of a shot put into the sling bag, he kicked it directly. Under his command, most of the militiamen successfully launched pebbles into the river in front of them. The wide river surface suddenly splashed with water. There were also a few rash militiamen who threw pebbles everywhere. One of the pebbles flew straight towards Leo's forehead, making him see stars. Leo covered the big bump on his forehead and stared at the militiaman who made the mistake in disbelief. How did you manage to shoot accurately with your back to the target at 15 meters? Although Leo had anticipated this and repeatedly warned the militia not to use force and to move away early, the pebbles thrown by the slingshot were still quite powerful. If the militia had used a little more force, the hit on the forehead would have been more than just a bump. For the next hour, the militiamen familiarized themselves with the use of slings. When they were able to skillfully throw small pebbles into the river in front of them, Leo began to teach them the vertical slinging method, which was also the common technique of ancient Greek slingers. After they became familiar with both techniques, Leo allowed them to gradually increase their strength and throw the pebbles farther. At the same time, the selected pebbles gradually became larger and heavier, finally reaching the size of goose eggs. The goose egg-sized pebbles thrown out through the slingshot began to show their terrifying nature. At the beginning, Leo didn't dare let them throw such heavy stones. If they hit someone by mistake, the result would be broken bones or injuries. Despite this, this kind of training was still too easy for the militiamen. Compared with the hard work of plowing the soil and digging ditches, training with slingshot seemed like a game. But at the same time, they could also feel the power of the slingshot. After all, no one present could throw a goose egg-sized pebble fifty meters away with bare hands, but it could be done easily with the slingshot. The little mouse nearby was also practicing with a slingshot, but her arms were too weak and she could only throw small stones a short distance away. But compared to the clumsy militiamen, her throwing of stones was unexpectedly accurate, and each pebble landed in a very small area. Looking at the militiamen scattered on the river beach, excitedly training with slingshots, Leo's heart was filled with fighting spirit. I make a small invention every day, and I don’t believe that I can’t help everyone survive!