I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

After carefully experiencing the changes brought about by the Wood Dao Derivative Technique, Mu Feng took a look at other skills.

It found that each skill has its own characteristics. The characteristics of the earth-based skills are related to the earth, and the gold-based skills are related to various metal essences...

What surprises Mu Feng the most is that when the Wood Dao Derivative Technique and the Thick Soil Technique are combined, it can speed up or delay the growth of creatures in a piece of soil!

"This is simply a magical skill!" Mu Feng said in surprise.

But the achievement points exchanged for these skills also made him feel suffocated.

There are fewer achievements in the art of earth way, but it also requires 5000 achievements!

"Achievement points!" Mu Feng drilled into his fist, "It seems that we still have to find a way to grow the tribe, so that the achievement points will be earned soon!"

"Now I am waiting for Lihu to come back and find a way to catch wild boars." Mu Fengxin said, "From the perspective of the system, as long as the task is beneficial to the development of the tribe, you can get achievement points."

"There are currently domesticated chickens and sheep in the tribe. Horses, cows, pigs, and dogs are still lacking in the six animals. Pigs have also been settled. Are the other three animals near the tribe? It seems that I have to ask Mingguang later. If it doesn't work, just go a little further and look for it."

"Domestic livestock can't completely solve the food and clothing problem of the tribe. After all, no one can eat meat for a long time. If you want to solve this problem fundamentally, you must rely on planting."

"Only by planting crops can the tribe have a way out!"

"It seems that in addition to domesticating animals, you also need to find crops that can be grown." Mu Feng recalled carefully, "I don't know where I crossed, and what is suitable for growing here."

He thought carefully and felt that he was still on the earth, and it should be the ancient land of China.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to understand the content of the people around him as soon as he traveled, and what he saw and met was very close to the history he had studied before.

But to say where it is, he is not very clear.

He remembered that Grandpa seemed to have said a few words, saying that the Jiang family was originally a big tribe that migrated from the extreme west.

In this way, Jiang's current place should be located in the east, but he is not sure where the "east" is.

As for whether it is in the south or north of China, judging from the pine forest and the large black bamboo forest, it should be a bit southerly.

After all, geographically, the large bamboo with the thickness of the mouth is only found in the south.

But the problem is that the black-skin bamboo is something he hasn't heard of in his previous life, especially when spring is under the mountain, everything blooms and sprouts, but the lake on Dalong Mountain is still ice and snow, which reminds him of these characteristics in the north.

"It's hard to be sure!" Mu Feng scratched his head. "If you can be sure of this, you might know which animals and wild crops are nearby!"

"Wait!" Mu Feng seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly took out the metal stick seized from the Mang Dragon Department and took a closer look. "If you can see what the material of this piece of metal is, can you tell where you are now? Era?"

It's a pity that no matter how much he studied, he couldn't see what kind of metal this black and black stick was, so he had no choice but to give up.

When he got this stick before, he also asked the people in the Mang Dragon Club, saying that they also picked it up, and didn't know what it was.

This made Mu Feng, who originally wanted to judge the location from the meteorite record, nowhere to go, so he had to give up.

Ignored that night, the next morning, Mu Feng planned to go around the tribe to see if he could find some wild vegetables to earn achievement points.

As a result, Lihu was invited to teach them how to make tables and benches in the thatched cottage. Mu Feng had to patiently demonstrate to them again, to make sure that the few elderly people onlookers would be able to do it before it was over.

In the afternoon, Mingguang finally came back and went straight to Mufeng's cave.

"Warchief, I brought you all the things you wanted!" Mingguang yelled from afar, "There are also wild boar infestation areas, which have also been figured out!"

"Okay!" Mu Feng walked out of the cave excitedly, watching a few people putting deadwood on the ground, clusters of tree flowers on the deadwood were damaged a lot, but they were not taken off.

"This..." Mu Feng was a little speechless.

He forgot to say that he could pluck the tree flowers and bring them back, but they all carried them back intact.

Although this is the reason for attaching importance to the warchief, this is too hard to turn around!

Mu Feng couldn't laugh or cry: "These tree flower mushrooms can be cut off with a knife against the roots, and you must not cut off the roots!"

"Ah? Don't you want to grow mushrooms?" Mingguang asked questioningly, "How can I grow the mushrooms if I cut them off?"

Mu Feng patiently explained: "Mushrooms are fungi, which are different from other things. As long as you don't dig out the roots, they will cut one stubble and grow again!"

"That's it!" Mingguang's eyes lit up, "Doesn't it mean that our tribe must have endless mushrooms?"

Mu Feng nodded: "I said so, but if the nutrients in the dead wood are used up, there will be no way for the mushrooms to grow!"

"Huh?" Mingguang was surprised, "Is the mushroom gone?"

"Yeah!" Mu Feng nodded and explained, "As long as the roots of these mushrooms are transplanted to other decayed wood before the wood is completely decayed."

"By the way, take care to put all these woods in the shade where the sun is rare, build a shed with thatch, and pour water in the morning and evening. In this case, the mushrooms will grow faster!"

Mingguang was puzzled, but still nodded to follow suit.

"As for these shepherd's purse roots and wild onions..." Mu Feng pointed to a small piece that had already been planted in front of his door, "I just continued to plant along the Longzi I dug, and just water it!"

"Yes!" Mingguang nodded.

"By the way, tell me about the wild boar."

Mingguang's eyes lit up: "Finally it's the topic!"

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