I am the chief of a primitive tribe

After a round of archery competition, the archery skills of each group were roughly the same. Due to the influence of the bow and arrow, the archers with better archery skills hit the ninth ring, and only eight people hit the tenth ring.

Mu Feng had a general understanding of the archery skills of these people.

After this round, he could almost determine the distribution of archery in the tribe.

The eight people who hit the tenth ring can be trained to become "snipers" and teach them more advanced hiding skills, especially relying on the terrain of the Jiang clan.

The twenty-two people who hit the ninth ring can be further trained and trained as the main force of archers. In the future, whether hunting or fighting against the enemy, Mu Feng hopes that they can kill the enemy with one shot.

As for the others, in Mu Feng's opinion, they still need to practice more.

During the competition, the Jiang clan members have been attracted by such competitions.

Before this, they didn't even have enough food to eat, so how could they have the leisure time to tinker with these things.

Although they can't go up to compete now, they can watch and cheer on the side.

Especially when they found someone shooting arrows, they were talking and laughing, or even making noises to disturb, and the chief ignored them, so they became louder and louder.

"I said Ji Mu, have you not eaten? Why are you so weak!"

"Fang Shi, where did your strength go after eating so much?"

"Huang Guo, you have to aim, otherwise it will be off!"

...

Life is noisy.

Ming Guang frowned and looked at Li Hu, and found that he was also quite impatient. The two came to Mu Feng together and asked in confusion: "Chief, the tribesmen are talking too loudly now, and the warriors of the hunting team can't concentrate on shooting arrows!"

Mu Feng didn't look at them, and focused on watching Mu Ye shooting arrows.

When Konoha was shooting arrows, a little brat ran to the rake to disturb Konoha, rolled his eyes and yelled at Konoha: "Brother Konoha, look at me!"

A man in the same group with Konoha hurriedly shouted: "Shut up, Qingmao!"

Konoha was not annoyed, but smiled and said: "Qingmao, you'd better let me shoot more accurately, otherwise this arrow will hit your butt, it hurts!"

"Ah?" The little brat was so scared that his face turned pale, and he quickly covered his butt and ran away.

Konoha smiled slightly at this time, raised his hand to pull the string, and quietly loosened it a little, and shot at the target with a "whoosh", hitting the ten rings!

"Well, good!" Mu Feng then turned back to look at Mingguang and Lihu, "Do you think we should ask these tribesmen not to talk?"

Mingguang and Lihu nodded: "Their talking will distract these people and they can't concentrate on archery."

Mu Feng shook his head: "But in the future, whether hunting or fighting against enemies, no one will let them aim quietly. Wild animals will run around, and even chase them. And the enemy will rarely stand there stupidly for them to shoot, and will even throw drumsticks and stones at them. If they can't stand any interference, how can they ensure that they hit the target?"

The two of them realized that the chief was doing this on purpose, and immediately shut up in anger.

After the archery competition, it was weightlifting. Weightlifting is more "gentle" than archery. You only need to lift weights and stones.

This item is a test of the tribesmen's strength.

He also wants to know what the physical strength of the people in the tribe is now.

Fortunately, after this competition, most people performed well, and nearly one-third of people felt that the weight of the stones could be increased.

However, they did not know that Mu Feng's original intention was not to do so, so they stopped insisting after begging Mu Feng to increase the weight to no avail.

The last item was wrestling, which was the highlight of this competition.

Considering that it was already evening after the first and second items, and that archery and weightlifting were both mentally and physically demanding competitions, Mu Feng announced that wrestling would be held the next day.

In order to show his importance to this competition, Mu Feng asked Ji Yang to slaughter chickens, sheep, and wild boars that night to hold a primitive version of the "carnival".

A fire was lit in the courtyard, and the tribesmen sat around the fire inside and outside, holding barbecue in their hands or drinking from pottery bowls, feeling extremely satisfied.

There was a fire in the center of the venue, and next to the fire was Mu Feng, who was surrounded by people.

Mu Feng stood alone in the center of the courtyard, the fire shining on his face, making him look like a god.

He held a leg of lamb in one hand and a pottery bowl in the other, and for a moment he felt a little emotional.

One is fate.

The other is the magic of fate.

The combination of the two made him, a modern man, stand in the center of this primitive tribe, leading them to live a "modernized" life step by step.

At this moment, he felt a sense of "drinking and singing, what is life like".

"What a pity, there is no wine!" Mu Feng sighed in his heart, "If only we could brew some grain wine!"

He couldn't help but think of the time when he entered the Tibetan area for examination before he traveled through time.During the trip, he also tasted the unique highland barley wine in Tibet.

Although he didn't drink much, he remembered the taste of highland barley wine after drinking it for a while.

The wine was light yellow in color and light in aroma. When it entered the mouth, a mixture of slightly sour and slightly bitter quickly stained the tip of the tongue. When he closed his mouth and swallowed it, a spicy and warm feeling surged into the throat. But when he opened his mouth and exhaled, a sweet taste from the bottom up surged from the throat, making people feel indescribably warm.

"It is said that the wine brewed from corn tastes good!" Mu Feng made up his mind that once there was enough corn or other grains were found, he must brew wine.

First, wine can solve the problem of bland diet at the moment, and second, wine can also disinfect.

But now it's just a "little carnival" that he improvised. Ten things are not perfect, and you can't force it.

But the Jiang clan obviously didn't have so many pursuits.

Now they can sit here and eat and drink on a rainy day, which should have been a difficult day, and can also gather together to roast fire and have fun. This is already a "happy life" they have never enjoyed before.

After breakfast the next day, all the Jiang clan members came to the Moon Tower, looking forward to today's wrestling competition.

Everyone knows that the two rounds yesterday did not involve confrontation, but today they will wrestle in pairs.

In order to prevent accidents, Mu Feng deliberately spread a layer of hay in the venue to reduce the damage to people when they fall to the ground.

Since it is wrestling, there are naturally rules for wrestling.

Mu Feng emphasized the requirements of "no killing", "no harming the same clan", "otherwise expelled from the Jiang clan", and then let Mingguang and Lihu host it.

Because it was wrestling, the atmosphere in the entire Yue Building was instantly ignited from the first pair:

"Sang Ruo, beat him up!"

"Huang Shi, I gave you all the chicken legs yesterday, you can't lose!"

"Wang Ye, if you can win today, I'll ask my dad to cut more meat for you!"

"Just blow the gun, if Uncle Ji Yang hears it, he'll skin you alive!"

"Hahaha!"