I am the chief of a primitive tribe

It takes several days to steam and dry the straw, so there is no way around it. You have to wait.

There is no such restriction for weaving a bamboo hat, but it is extremely laborious.

Fortunately, he only needs to demonstrate and guide the tribesmen on how to make the first few bamboo hats, and he can just ignore the rest.

The two layers of bamboo hats are woven in the same way. After weaving one layer as the base, spread bamboo leaves one by one on it, and then cut a large round piece to buckle it on the top of the hat.

Because there is no good adhesive, Mu Feng has no way to completely erase the gaps between the bamboo leaves, so he can only use the clumsy method of laying one more layer of bamboo leaves.

Fortunately, the black bamboo leaves are large and soft. After the two layers are tightly attached, the outer rough blank is buckled and water is poured on it, which can really separate the water curtain and prevent the brim from getting wet.

Many people followed him to learn, including the "carpenters" in the tribe and some women who usually do not participate in tribal decision-making.

These people rarely saw Mu Feng making things. Now was the first time they saw him making a bamboo hat. They were more surprised and puzzled than shocked.

This was no wonder, because they didn't know what the bamboo hat was used for, and why the chief poured water on it.

Seeing the expressions of these people, Mu Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly, thinking to himself: "They are even dumber than Mingguang and Lihu. These people are so old, but few of them are as smart as Baiya!"

However, he immediately realized that anyone with a smart mind would have already emerged in a small group like the tribe.

With "IQs" like Mingguang and Lihu, one became a headhunter and the other became a leader.

Han Shu in the hunting team was considered to be relatively smart and had already been designated as the tribe's future new headhunter.

Like Ke Changning, whom he had met before, whose intelligence was obviously much higher than those around him, he had already been the "Yemaduo" of their tribe, the future chief of the Blue Bird tribe.

Thinking of this, Mu Feng reacted and knew that he couldn't make a fuss about this matter, so he had to explain seriously: "This thing is called a bamboo hat, which is worn on the head. It can prevent you from getting wet in the rain, and you can also wear it on your head to prevent the sun from shining on you when it's hot, so you don't have to get too hot!"

Then the group of old men and women realized that this thing called a "bamboo hat" actually had this use.

They were surprised and shocked, and looked at the bamboo hat they were still weaving with a happy look on their faces.

"So this thing can protect you from rain!"

"Will you not get sick if you wear it on your head?"

"But it can only cover your head. Can you weave something like this on your body?"

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Listening to everyone's discussion, Mu Feng smiled and said, "There must be something to protect your body, but it's not called a bamboo hat, it's called a straw raincoat! And the material used to make the straw raincoat is not bamboo, but straw. The straw is still being processed and can only be used in a few days! You should weave the bamboo hats first, weave as many as you can!"

"Yes!"

After teaching these people how to weave bamboo hats, Mu Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Take a break from the busy schedule?

How could he!

The whole tribe is busy now, so how could he have the time to spare.

He thought about it and compared it with the day when Li Hu said it would rain, it should be about the same time.

"It seems that the tribe has to complete the collective relocation in the next two days!" Mu Feng thought, and went to see the situation of the earth building.

The inside and outside of the earthen building had been thoroughly cleaned, and the house smelled of earth from inside to outside.

Because they were all the most original and environmentally friendly materials, there was no such thing as drying to release formaldehyde as in the previous life.

The four earthen buildings all had three walls and two floors. The tribesmen lived on the first floor, and the second floor was used to store smoked meat and for protection at critical times.

The innermost wall was made of stones, mud and bamboo strips, and the ground was cement mixed with plant ash. Although it was not as smooth and slippery as the ground he had seen in his previous life, it was much smoother than the cave he lived in now.

He looked carefully in several earthen buildings and confirmed that there were no safety hazards inside and outside the earthen buildings. Then he found Li Hu and told him that the tribe could "move".

"Relocation?" Li Hu was stunned at first, then he was surprised, "Everyone?"

"Yes, four earth buildings can be moved in at the same time, and there are enough rooms!"

Li Hu was completely excited: "Does it mean that we don't have to move out if we move into the earth buildings?"

"Of course!" Mu Feng laughed, "Otherwise, why would we spend so much effort to build earth buildings?"

"Yes!" Li Hu said excitedly, "I will arrange it right away. Then, when do you think it would be better for the chief to move in?"

"Tomorrow!" Mu Feng laughed.

"Tomorrow?" Li Hu frowned in confusion, "Don't you need to ask the gods for advice?"

"Ask the gods for advice?" Mu Feng was stunned, then realized that Li Hu was talking about the witch in the tribe, and asked for divination.Divination, resignation and sacrifice were very solemn and sacred events in primitive society.

Different things require different sacrificial offerings. According to different regions and levels, the offerings are divided into large and small animals.

The chief wizard or chief priest of the tribe presides over these ceremonies and holds them according to specific rituals.

Some recite words, some divination, some perform rituals, and some even require the chief wizard of the tribe to strip naked and perform a sacrificial "dance".

To put it bluntly, when encountering a major event like relocation, you have to look at the date.

As for who sets the date, you have to ask the gods.

The key is that Mu Feng has not systematically learned how to "ask the gods for advice" and does not know how to hold it.

What makes Mu Feng feel most ashamed is that in a tribe like the Jiang family, he shoulders all the responsibilities of the chief, the wizard, and the priest!

Whether it is pretending to pray or really going up to "dance", he, the chief, has to go up!

"How can you do such a thing, in public..." Mu Feng felt horrified when he thought about it, and shook his head quickly.

Moreover, he had some other thoughts in his heart, that is, he still had a skeptical attitude towards the current world.

First of all, this world has totems, Zhuyou techniques, and many things from the previous Chinese world, but there are also many things that China did not have at the same time.

"There is no sign that there are gods, but the Zhuyou techniques that have been passed down for many years are real..."

He did not believe in ghosts and gods, but he did not deny some unclear existences.

What if he accidentally invited some "god" to possess him, and he could not get rid of it, wouldn't he be involved?

"Isn't it just a move? Why choose a day!" Mu Feng muttered in his heart.

However, he did not show it on his face. Instead, he said in a serious and mysterious manner: "Last night I observed the sky and used secret divination. Tomorrow is a good day!"

"Yes!" Li Hu was excited, "I will ask the tribesmen to prepare!"

He actually did not understand a word of what the chief said about "observing the sky at night" and "secret divination", but he understood the last sentence "tomorrow is a good day"!

At the same time, Li Hu's admiration for Mu Feng in his heart was infinitely raised: "The chief seems to be more powerful than the old chief. He has already asked the gods without holding a ceremony!"

But Mu Feng was obviously stunned when he saw Li Hu's quick agreement, and then laughed dumbly, muttering to himself: "It seems that as long as I want, every day is a good day!"