For the fields on the lower slopes, they dug irrigation ditches, but for those on the higher slopes, the Beastmen and their families had to haul water bit by bit with stone basins and ladles.
Fortunately, in the year they had been cultivating the fields, they hadn't had any major pest problems.
Occasionally, a few dirt-mice would burrow in and gnaw on the plant roots, causing some mischief in the fields.
Whenever that happened, the tribe's cubs would run over, furiously digging with their chubby little paws to unearth the dirt-mice, getting a hearty meal in the process.
The tribal trade was imminent, and they couldn't delay any longer. Otherwise, they might get caught in the heavy rains and floods of the great rainy season on their way back.
Before she left, An Jin instructed the tribe members staying behind to feed the sheep, insects, and chickens, to remember to gather fodder from the mountains, and to properly spread beast manure as fertilizer on the fields...
