I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

The leaf bowls were scattered on the ground with fish sticks. No one except Mufeng knew what these things were for.

They look at me, I look at you, frowning in confusion.

"Okay, now everyone is hiding like yesterday. When the original chicken, that is, the flower hair dragon appears, surround it, and then cover it with the rattan net in your hand!"

"But, they run so fast, we can't catch up!" Someone wondered.

"Don't worry, you will catch up with them later!" Mu Feng said confidently with a calm expression.

These people were skeptical, and honestly found the bushes or shrubs and hid them.

Before long, a group of primitive chickens appeared on the grass where Mufeng threw the fish sticks just now.

"It seems that Mingguang is very familiar with the animal habits in the jungle!" Mu Feng nodded secretly.

After this group of primitive chickens appeared, the entire tribe made their fists secretly, excitedly wanting to rush out at that time.

Mu Feng was even more taken aback: "My God, is this group of primitive chickens raised by someone? Why are there so many?"

In the memory of his previous life, the birds in the mountains rarely live in groups!

But right now, this group of primitive chickens doesn't look like one or two hundred!

"This is going to make a fortune!" Mu Feng was excited from the bottom of his heart, staring at the original chicken motionlessly, "Mine, it's all mine!"

This group of primitive chickens is not much different from the chickens in Mu Feng's memory.

But the feathers on their bodies are more vivid, and their heads are much larger than later chickens, especially their heads are not red combs, but a raised bone-like crown!

The most important thing is that if you look closely, you will find that there are two rows of jagged teeth in their beaks!

"It turns out that primitive chickens really evolved from dinosaurs!" Mu Feng sighed inwardly, as he had personally witnessed the ancestors of living chickens.

And he immediately thought of a question outside of his mind, and that is a question that people have been arguing about—the chicken or the egg came first.

Now it seems that if we must trace the source, the answer to this question is also available-the chicken first!

Here, Mu Feng is still "thinking about wildly", but the Jiang clan members over there are already staring at the scene before them.

The primordial chickens that had just entered the foraging area began to bow their heads to peck at the grass, and soon some chickens found the fish sticks that had fallen from the grass.

When a primitive chicken stretched its beak and pecked, a long thin fish stick was held in its mouth. Then it raised its head and swallowed continuously, and the fish stick slid into the throat along the bird's beak little by little.

This scene happened to be seen by Mu Feng, and he grinned silently.

He raised chickens when he was young, knowing that chickens eat caterpillars, long fish, scorpions, etc., all in a whole posture, so it is not surprising at all.

Especially fish meat has a special attraction for chicken too!

At this time, the other primitive chickens found the chicken's abnormality, and they leaned forward to peck away, but shook the chicken's head left and right to avoid the past. At the same time, it accelerated its neck and finally took the whole fish stick. Swallowed.

This is a typical flock of chickens grabbing food!

But not much time, other primitive chickens also found fish sticks scattered on the ground, and they fought frantically.

The fish sticks on the ground quickly ran out!

The Jiang clan people not far away still don't understand. After eating the food on the ground, you can go to eat the grass in the leaf bowl. After eating, don't they run away?

Sure enough, the original chicken after tasting the delicious fish sticks began to agitate, all "chuckling", and at the same time spreading their wings, expanding their foraging range, and bowing their heads looking for food on the ground.

Soon, these primitive chickens found the fish sticks scattered in the leaf bowls on the ground, and they shouted with joy and excitement!

"Gluck!"

"Gluck!"

The original chicken opened its mouth and was drunk with the fish in the small bowl of leaves, but before touching the fish inside, it bit the thorns and thorns on it!

The fish meat is close to the mouth, but the wood thorns are hindered!

However, the original chicken that bit the leaf bowl was unwilling to let go, as if worried that as soon as it let go, other chickens would come and **** it away.

Only in this way, the tree leaf bowl is like a large mask, not only covering the mouth of the original chicken, but also covering its eyes!

On the one hand, the blindfolded primordial chicken was reluctant to let go, and on the other hand, he couldn't see the road in front of him, so he could only sprint left and right like drunk with a bowl of leaves, and then fell to the ground!

Even so, the original chicken that fell to the ground still refused to let go!

Soon, this large group of primitive chickens, who did not know the specific number, began to collectively "drunk", each with a leaf bowl in their mouths, blindfolded and spinning around.

Because they can't see the road, they can't run far too!

After seeing this scene, the Jiang clan members who were hiding in the dark showed horrified expressions on their faces, and they were all wondering whether Mu Feng had used any witchcraft.

Otherwise, how could these primitive chickens spin around like this?

But at this time, Mu Feng ignored the thoughts of his tribe. Seeing the primitive chickens turning around, he picked up the rattan net beside him and rushed forward, yelling, "Quick, it's now!"

The Jiang clan members who were awakened by a word excitedly shouted and picked up the cane net, and they were a mess of the original chickens that were messing up!

In less than ten minutes before and after, ten primitive chickens ran away from the field, and the rest were caught by the Jiang clan!

Mu Feng counted the number, one hundred and twelve!

He couldn't help but laugh from ear to ear: "It's a good harvest again!"

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