I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

Eating meat and soup is a joy in life.

This is Mu Feng's most real feeling at this time.

A few people around had already yelled excitedly.

"Warchief!" Mingguang became excited. "We didn't know that the original chicken was eaten like this before!"

Lihu suddenly said: "Have you not caught a few of them?"

"Haha!" Everyone laughed.

Mu Feng couldn't help but laugh. He originally thought that Lihu was so stubborn.

Mingguang squatted, stared and said: "I have the skill to catch primitive chickens, I might as well catch other beasts!"

But he immediately said: "But no one thought that the warchief could catch so many at once! Now we have a way to catch primitive chickens. Tomorrow I will go to the woods to look for them to see if there are other primitive chickens! "

"Yeah, yes!" Mu Feng nodded, "The chicken cage is big enough, and one or two hundred more are no problem. If it doesn't work, we can make another chicken coop!"

"At that time, there are really many primitive chickens, so eat them one by one!"

"That's really great!" Lihu flushed, "In that case, I'm afraid there is no big tribe, right?"

Mu Feng smiled and said, "I don't care if the big tribe has it or not, but our Jiang family will do this in the future, even better than this!"

After saying this, he felt a weird feeling and thought to himself: "If this is heard by people in the previous life, I'm afraid I will laugh at me for being a rice bucket who only knows how to eat.

But what the under-eye people need to solve most is the problem of food and clothing. They can’t fill their stomachs, so what else can they talk about?

Food is the top priority for the people! "

Mu Fengxin felt at ease, and said: "Recently, hunting teams don't have to risk going out hunting. Every day, find a few people to go out to the trap to see if there are any sheep. If so, bring a few!"

Lihu nodded: "I see, Warchief."

After a pause, he said bitterly, "Unfortunately, there is not enough salt in the tribe. Otherwise, soak the grass with salt and go out to hunt twice. We will definitely have more wild sheep than we have now!"

"This is no way!" Mu Feng calmly shook his head, "The tribe is short of salt and fur, and will not go out for now. In addition to catching sheep, Uncle Mingguang can also take people to Dalong Lake to catch fish, as well as primitive chickens. !"

"If Maduo from the Blue Bird Club is the one who speaks, she will be back in two or three days. When we have salt again, we can go out hunting again!"

"The damned Dragon Ministry!" Mingguang said bitterly, "If they hadn't kept their promises, how could we have almost died out!"

"You must have revenge!" Mingguang clenched his fists and slammed the bluestone slab.

Mu Feng's heart shuddered, and suddenly it occurred to him that several days had passed, and there was no further information about what the Mang Dragon Ministry was about to come.

If they come back, wouldn't the tribe be unlucky again?

"No, regardless of whether the Mang Dragon Clan comes or not, they must have a sense of worry, otherwise one day they suddenly come, and the entire tribe will be unlucky!"

Thinking of this, Mu Feng said again: "Although we can't take revenge right now, the defense of the tribe must be done well. So, let's only send ten people out to catch sheep tomorrow, and everyone else is in the tribe!"

"Huh?" Mingguang was surprised again, "Why?"

"Prevent the Mang Dragon Ministry from coming to looting at any time!" Mu Feng yelled, "Only when the tribe's defenses and weapons are done can we ensure that we will not be defeated when they come again!"

"Yes!" Everyone realized the seriousness of what Mu Feng said, and their expressions became a little panicked.

It can be seen that in addition to hatred and shadows left by the Mang Dragon Ministry.

Seeing the look of a few people, Mu Feng shook his head secretly.

He wanted a few people to pay attention to this matter, but he didn't expect to make them so depressed.

He clapped his hands: "Don't worry so much. Please cheer up. Tomorrow, as long as you do as I say, as long as the people from the Dragon Clan dare to come, we will be able to defeat them!"

"Huh?" Everyone looked at Mu Feng together, "Warchief, do you have a way?"

Especially White Fang, his big eyes are full of admiration: "Brother Mufeng, are you true?"

"It must be true!" Mu Feng promised.

The next morning, the ten hunting team members who had gone out from the tribe, and those who could do hands-on work were called to the thatched hut.

Mu Feng began to lay out his plan.

"Lihu, drew 20 people from Qingzhuang to dig well water and mud, add dry thatch to it, and paste it in the cracks of these stones like I did!"

"Attention, the reconciled mud cannot be too soft or hard, the thatch can not be too long, the long ones should be cut off and put in the mud! It must be made uniform, then paste the gaps, and then smooth it out!"

After Mu Feng demonstrated it again, he handed it over to Lihu, no matter the people in the tribe opened their eyes and looked surprised.

"Mingguang, take out another twenty people and go to Beishan to chop black-skin bamboo. It should not be too thin. If it is as thick as my forearm, cut it into such a long section and send it here to make a javelin!"

"As for the others, pick up all the stones outside the wall, take them here and divide them into piles and put them away!"

Someone couldn't help but ask: "Warchief, what use are we doing?"

Mu Feng grinned and said, "Of course it is to protect the tribe!"

"This time, as long as the Dragon Ministry dares to come, I must let them come back and forth!"

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