I am the chief of a primitive tribe

"Great Chief!" Li Hu and Ming Guang were both dealing with slaves at the second-layer protective wall. Seeing Mu Feng coming, they hurried forward.

"Well, how are the slaves?" Mu Feng asked.

Ming Guang grinned and said, "What else can they do? They wanted to resist at the beginning, but I let Han Shu and the others beat them one by one and they became more obedient. It's just that my hands hurt a little bit!"

"You beat them with your hands?" Mu Feng was surprised, "Didn't you use a stick?"

Ming Guang shook his head, "I did, but the stick got irritating after beating them too much!"

Mu Feng was helpless. He wanted to say, "It's better to hit someone than to be beaten passively." But when he turned around and suddenly saw that the people of the Black Tooth Tribe still had resentment on their faces, he immediately became angry again.

Obviously, the people of the Black Tooth Tribe now understood that the Jiang clan would not kill them, but tied them up like a beast and made them work.

Although the food was small, they would not die in a short time.

Since they were all being beaten for work, these people were too lazy to hide their emotions.

Mu Feng snorted, "It seems that I am too kind. If I don't kill you, you really think I am a good man and a believer!"

"Li Hu, go and get some of the soaked mulberry bark and ramie skin!" Mu Feng shouted.

"Chief, you want..." He immediately realized that Mu Feng's tone was stiff, and hurriedly shut up, "Yes!"

So he trotted back to the tribe, took back two small bundles of wet ramie skin and mulberry bark, and handed them to Mu Feng.

Mu Feng took it, pulled it twice with his hands, tried it, nodded with satisfaction, and then squatted on the ground and twisted six or seven ramie skins, and then twisted three or five ramie skins, mixed them together and divided them into three equal strands, and began to weave ropes one by one.

"Chief, what are you doing?" Seeing that Li Hu didn't say anything, Mingguang asked cautiously.

"You'll know soon!" Mu Feng said, "It seems that we have to use some tricks on these people. Do you really think that our Jiang family has no way to deal with them!"

After that, Mu Feng stopped talking and started to weave ropes directly - to be exact, he was weaving whips!

After a while, a whip rope about two meters long was woven. Mu Feng found a handy wooden stick, carved a dent on one end of the stick, and then used animal tendons to fix the thick end of the whip rope on the dent, tied it tightly, and then looked at Li Hu and Ming Guang: "You move aside!"

Seeing Mu Feng's grim expression, the two of them didn't say anything nonsense and hurriedly retreated to the side.

Mu Feng looked at a nearby tree that had not been cut down yet, and waved the whip at a branch about the thickness of a thumb, and whipped it down.

There was a "snap" sound, and the branch broke!

Li Hu and Ming Guang's eyes lit up: "New weapons?"

"Weapons?" Mu Feng was stunned, frowned and thought, then shook his head and said, "Let's not talk about weapons first. This is called a whip. If these slaves are disobedient or dare to hate our Jiang family, they will be whipped with a whip! A few whips won't kill people, but it will hurt!"

When saying this, Mu Feng deliberately raised his voice: "The forehead where the whip is hit will be red, swollen, and painful. If the skin is broken and infected, it will die! But it won't die immediately. It will hurt and itch every day, and it will take a long time to die!"

When he said this, he looked at the slaves and found that their eyes were a little evasive. The hatred was reduced a lot, and it was replaced by more fear!

Mu Feng sneered, "You don't have to think I'm cruel, because you asked for it. You were the first to rob us. Since you failed, accept the fate of failure! If you can't accept it, then die!"

After a pause, he sneered and asked, "Who wants to die now? Stand up and I'll help you!"

He looked around and waited for these slaves to express their opinions.

But for a long time, these slaves lowered their heads, looking at each other, and no one dared to stand up!

Who would actively seek death if they could live?

Mu Feng snorted coldly and added: "Mingguang, if you don't obey again, dissolve the salt water and soak the braided rope before whipping!"

He was no longer bothered to look at these slaves at this point, and waved to Li Hu and said: "Li Hu, come here, I have something to tell you!"

Li Hu recovered from the shock of Mu Feng's series of thundering methods just now, and hurriedly walked up to him: "Captain, do you have any instructions?"

Mu Feng waved his hand: "Take your people to cut black bamboo again, slice it into bamboo strips, as thin as possible, and cut them into one meter long and half a centimeter wide. I want them to be useful!"

"Yes!" Mingguang nodded.

When he was cutting bamboo strips earlier, Mu Feng had given him his own ruler, so that he could measure the bamboo strips and already know the unit of length.

"In addition, fromSelect some people from the tribe who are not members of the hunting team, who are over 12 years old, and let them bring bone knives and ropes tomorrow and go out with the hunting team! "

Li Hu's face lit up: "Great Chief, are you going to expand the number of hunting team members again? Are they too young?"

"No!" Mu Feng shook his head, "Just take them out to see the situation outside and know the dangers of the wilderness outside."

After a pause, he said: "Children who have always stayed in the tribe are not as good as young and strong people who are used to the dangers of the wilderness to deal with dangers!"

Li Hu was stunned and nodded heavily: "I understand!"

"Then where will you take them tomorrow, hunting?"

"No, I will take them out to cut straw tomorrow, and by the way, see if there are any things that can be used on rainy days and bring them back." Mu Feng explained.

"Shovel, things that can be used on rainy days?" Li Hu was puzzled.

"Well! "Mu Feng nodded, "The straw is used to weave raincoats, and the bamboo strips are used to weave bamboo hats. Wearing them on our bodies, we can go out on rainy days in the future without getting wet in the rain, which will naturally reduce the chances of getting sick!"

"Raincoats, bamboo hats?" Li Hu was confused again. Obviously, this touched on his cognitive blind spot again.

Mu Feng sighed, thinking, "The chief is just worried," and waved his hand: "Okay, it doesn't matter if you don't understand now, you will know when I make these things!"

Li Hu scratched his head, and seemed to see the chief's worry about his "stupidity", but his attitude towards work was not vague at all: "Yes!"

"Okay!" Mu Feng waved his hand, "You go and discuss with Mingguang to determine who will go out and who will stay in the tribe to take charge of the tribe."

After a pause, he said, "Since you are the leader, you will slowly adapt to your identity in the future! "

Li Hu seemed to understand but still nodded honestly: "Yes!"