I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

The wild boar, which had originally been impossible for the Jiang clan, was easily caught under Mu Feng's hedging rope.

Twenty or so big wild boars were **** firmly. Jiang's people passed through the tied pig feet with thick wooden sticks, in pairs, carrying the wild boars back to the tribe.

When passing by the place where the tiger was, they had already caught the wild boar and tapped it.

Forty-one small wild boars, four big wild boars, plus 21 big wild boars, a total of 66 wild boars.

This does not include a big wild boar that was killed because of resistance, and four small wild boars that were smashed to death.

"Sixty-six, a very auspicious number!" Mu Feng was so happy, he looked at the screaming wild boar back and forth, and touched his nose, "It seems a bit ruthless. Halfway through!"

And the people of the Jiang clan now look at Mu Feng as a god.

They never thought that they could catch so many wild boars at once!

"I don't know if that wild boar king will retaliate?" Mu Fengxin said, "The wild boar's revenge is still very heavy."

When he was in the mountains in his previous life, old farmers often dig traps and catch wild boars. Once the wild boars escaped, the crops on several nearby hills would suffer.

If this was left in the past, the tribe had nothing, he would naturally not worry.

But now corn is growing outside the tribe. If wild boars come to Sahuan, the cornfield will suffer.

"It seems that when I go back, I have to think of a way to guard against it!" Mu Feng thought.

They soon returned to the tribe.

Seeing that the hunting team went out to bring back so many wild boars at once, the members of the Jiang clan were all boiling.

"Great Chief Daxian!"

"Hunting team heroic!"

"God bless the big ginger!"

...

Mu Feng was speechless, only to realize that there were always chants of merit, but the way was different.

Fortunately, it was not the first time that he saw this scene. He waved his hand to signal the tribe to retreat, and then led people to put the wild boars into the pigpen one by one.

The wild boars who had just arrived in an unfamiliar environment were obviously restless and barked and raised their heads one by one in the pigpen.

From time to time, there are wild boars trying to escape from prison.

It's just a pity that what Mu Feng prepared for them in advance was a two-meter-high, one-meter-thick stone wall.

Mu Feng walked up the stairs from the outside of the enclosure to the wall of the pigpen, looking down at the wild boars and roaring at him with their heads high.

He curled his lips: "Now you just scream, you will be honest in a while!"

Sure enough, there were not too many meetings, and some wild boars had already begun to adapt to the new environment, pouting and rolling.

Mu Feng turned to Lihu beside the team and said to Mingguang, "Find a few people to look at the pigsty. Once there is a pig arch, use a stick to open it, otherwise the wall will collapse."

"Yes!" The two nodded.

"But, Chieftain!" Mingguang asked, scratching his head, "What do you feed the wild boar?"

Mu Feng thought for a while and said, "First dig some bamboo shoots from Beishan and throw them inside, then look for a few people to go to the cornfield to pick the corn back, and save them to feed the pigs!"

"Okay!" Mingguang nodded, "I will find someone to go there and pick all the corn back!"

"Don't!" Mu Feng hurriedly waved his hand, "I can't finish picking them all, save them for the remaining wild boars!"

"Why?" Mingguang wondered.

"If you don't leave them something to eat, they will run around, or they will come to us for harm."

"Oh!" Mingguang reacted, "Are you worried that the wild boar will go down the mountain to retaliate against us?"

"Yeah!" Mu Feng nodded and said with a smile, "The other thing is that we can't fully catch these wild boars at the moment, but that may not be the case in the future. Let them stay there and wait until these wild boars stop making trouble. Catch the rest!"

Mingguang suddenly realized that his eyes were full of light, and he grinned and began to smirk.

When Mu Feng was about to say something else, he saw a group of people coming near the cornfield outside the courtyard wall, almost two dozen people, all with fur on their backs, hesitatingly looking at the protective wall of the Jiang clan. Stopped.

"Guest here!" Mu Feng said with a smile.

"Huh?" Lihu and Mingguang looked back, the expressions on their faces turned from joy to anger, "Mang Dragon Club!" He ran out as he said.

Judging by their posture, there is a lot of meaning to come forward and fight.

"Wait!" Mu Feng shouted, "They are here to replace people, they are not allowed to do it!"

Lihu and Mingguang had no choice but to reply "yes", and then led people to the tribe's door to "negotiate".

As for Mu Feng, because of the identity of the great chief, he needs a "self-respect identity", and of course he will not go to the gate of the tribe to meet the people of the Manglong Clan.

Soon, Mingguang ran over and told Mu Feng: "Warchief, they brought ten jars of salt and a hundred furs to redeem people!"

"So little!" Mu Feng snorted coldly, "Didn't I say double it?"

"This..." Mingguang scratched his head awkwardly, "We were taken away from less than fifty furs."

"I'll go!" Mu Feng secretly slandered, "Why is the Mang Dragon Tribe stunned, right? Because fifty furs looted the Jiang clan, he almost killed the Jiang clan?"

"All right!" Mu Feng waved his hand helplessly, "Since they have already handed in the things, let them go!"

"But..." Lihu said again, "their warchief still wants to return the bone knives and gold tools."

"Bone knives, gold?" Mu Feng snorted coldly, "I want to be beautiful! Give him the bone knives and the gold, let them deal with us Jiang in the future?"

"That..." Mingguang hesitated.

"Let them roll!" Mu Feng waved his hand.

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