Chapter 317 - 196 Nix Tribe Sightseeing (3) —— School
Xibarita sighed, "This road built by the Segestica people is really awful. After running back and forth a few times today, I reckon this cart needs to be repaired again. Akegu, when will our construction team properly fix this road?"
"It’ll probably take a while. Right now, the Public Works Department is focused on building wooden bridges and expanding the settlement, so they don’t have the manpower to fix the road yet."
"Oh..." The old man responded, sounding a little disappointed.
Akegu changed the subject: "Uncle Xibarita, I noticed that a couple of days ago your transport team was mostly using ox carts to haul timber, and those carts carry a lot. How come you’ve switched to donkey carts recently?"
"Isn’t it obvious? Ox carts, though slower, can carry more and are steady and reliable... But it’s all that old Volenus’s fault. He went to our captain and said, according to the Political Affairs Hall meeting, that the oxen will soon be allocated to the Labor Department. They want to use them to plow fields, so they must be well-fed and can’t be overworked..." Xibarita complained.
Akegu didn’t join in the grumbling but instead gently advised, "Uncle Volenus isn’t wrong. Cultivating the land is the most important task for our tribe..."
"Of course, we know farming is crucial, so everyone agreed to switch to donkey carts, and we’ve even assigned people to feed those oxen properly, preparing to hand them over to the Agricultural Department when the time comes. It’s just that we’ve spent so much time with those oxen that we can’t help but feel a little attached..." Xibarita sighed again.
Akegu’s eyes darted around before he suggested, "Uncle, if you love oxen so much, why not keep a few at home in the future?"
"Of course, I’ll raise cattle in the future! And not just cattle—I’ll raise donkeys, horses too! I have fifty or sixty acres of land; I can totally afford it!" Xibarita declared confidently.
"Right, right," Akegu quickly echoed in agreement.
Suddenly, Xibarita let out a "Huh," raised his donkey whip, and pointed to the roadside. "Speaking of Volenus, there he is!"
By the roadside fields, quite a few people were scattered about: some inserting wooden stakes, some pulling ropes, some measuring distances, and others bent over recording... Although their tasks were different from what the villagers typically did, their focus and hard work were the same.