I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

The making of the two-piece bow was taught to a few people. Except for the obvious lack of strength of White Fang, the other three were already able to make it proficiently.

According to Mu Feng's plan, each of the tribe's hunting team should have a bow as soon as possible, and the tribe's most basic defense force should be formed first.

Then promote bows and arrows to the entire tribe, and all the people are soldiers!

In the early morning of the next morning, Mingguang called all the hunting team members to the thatched hut, and placed a single bow and a double bow, and let each hunting team try their own bows to see which one suits them. Kind.

As a result, of the fifty-eight members of the hunting team, including Mingguang, 22 were able to open two-piece bows, 30 were able to open single-piece bows, and the remaining five were the same as Han Shu. They felt that the strength of two-piece bows was still small .

That is, six people may need three bows!

Mu Feng was a little excited, but he didn't expect so many people to be able to open a hard bow!

After determining the number of bows to be made, Mu Feng began to arrange people to chop bamboo and make bows.

Except for the first ten bows that he needed to personally guide, the rest of the single and double bows were all guided by Lihu, Mingguang and Hanshu.

For this reason, Bai Fang was very depressed, pouting his little mouth and complaining in front of Mu Feng: "Brother Mu Feng, I will also make a double bow!"

Mu Feng smiled helplessly: "You know how to do it, but your strength is too small. When the bowstring is not strong enough, a bow is wasted!"

White Fang is still a little angry, her eyebrows twisted into lumps, she looks like an angry little daughter-in-law: "Everyone has things to do, but I can't even do a bow!"

Mu Feng smiled and shook his head: "So I want to do something, it's simple!"

He looked fortunate: "Oh, I still think there are so many things I can't do, and I don't know if you want to help me?"

Bai Ya immediately turned his sorrow into joy, his pretty face was full of smiles: "I can help you!"

Mu Feng smiled and said, "Actually, it's also about improving the power of bamboo arrows!"

"Improve the power of the bamboo arrow?" Baiya suddenly became energetic, staring at Mu Feng with big eyes, "Say it!"

Mu Feng smiled and said: "Bamboo arrows are actually easy to crook during the flight, so they often miss the shot."

"But I think you are very accurate when shooting arrows?" White Fang's brows wrinkled, his expression puzzled.

"That's because the distance is short, if it is farther away, it won't work!" Mu Feng shook his head and explained, "So if you want to shoot the bamboo arrow more accurately, you need to help with something on the tail of the arrow!"

"Tie things?" White Fang reacted and smiled sweetly, "Do you want me to tie things to Zhujian? Okay, what do you say, I will do it?"

Mu Feng nodded: "Okay! Take you to the chicken coop to cut the feathers!"

"Cutting the feathers?" White Fang wondered, "What is the feather cutting?"

"The tail feathers and wing feathers of the chicken body can be cut off and tied to the tail of the arrow, so that the arrow can be more accurate when flying!" Mu Feng used the simplest words to make Bai Ya understand, "The feather tied to it is called Jian Ling. "

When it comes to "arrow feathers", he still feels a little pity. The most suitable for arrow feathers is the goose tail, and then the goose tail and duck tail.

The worst thing is the feathers on the chicken body, but also the wings and tail.

It's a pity that Mu Feng is the only chicken who can produce feathers now!

But fortunately, cutting chicken wings and feathers can not only make arrow feathers, but also prevent the chickens from escaping.

Because Mingguang had told him more than once, he had to see the chicken in the chicken coop several times, and he almost "escaped from prison".

At the same time, Mingguang asked Mufeng whether he wanted to raise the chicken coop or make another chicken coop.

Either way, it seems to be very troublesome.

Now I’m going to make arrow feathers, so I don’t need them anymore, just cut them to save trouble.

Mu Feng glanced at White Fang without paying attention, and spent another 50 achievement points in exchange for a pair of scissors. In the bottom of his heart, he was quite speechless about the reduced achievement.

"I originally thought about the increase, but I didn't expect to decrease it after I found the clay."

"The 1150 points after the lard residue, plus the 200 points of the cress, it took another 200 points to exchange for the double bow, plus the 50 points spent here. Oh my god, only 1,100 left!"

Screaming and wailing, Mu Feng still understands the principle of high pay and high return, shook his head and brought white teeth to the chicken coop.

How to cut chicken feathers is a simple matter for him, but not necessarily for White Teeth.

From picking up scissors to picking chicken feathers, and then down to scissors, there is nothing that does not require a Mufeng teacher.

Mu Feng grabbed a chicken, grabbed the wings of the chicken, and gestured at it with the scissors: "I see it, just cut it down here, it can grow longer! Here, only these few can be used for the tail! "

As Mu Feng said, he cut off a few chicken feathers and handed it to White Fang: "Look!"

With a look of excitement on his face, Bai Ya took the scissors in Mu Feng's hand, and was about to reach out to pick up the chicken that Mu Feng had handed over. Unexpectedly, the chicken flopped in front of her.

"Yeah!" White Fang was so frightened that Hua Rong was pale, screamed, "This chicken is so fierce!"

He quickly threw the chicken out.

This fell well, the chicken that landed just hit the other chickens, and the chickens jumped and the feathers flew randomly.

Mu Feng and Bai Fang have chicken feathers on their heads and bodies.

Especially the white teeth, with a lot of chicken feathers on his hair like a spider web, and he is blushing with his feet in circles on the ground.

"Brother Mufeng..." The white teeth sounded like gnats, obviously very embarrassed.

Mu Feng looked at it while plucking the chicken feathers, and saw the red clouds rising by the ears of the white teeth, and his big eyes were full of unease.

"Haha!" Mu Feng didn't care, "Hurry up next time!"

"Okay!" Baiya nodded solemnly, and Mu Feng couldn't help but laugh with his serious appearance.

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