I am the chief of a primitive tribe

The flower-haired dragon is the primitive chicken, that is, the ancestor of the chicken.

According to Mu Feng's own idea, it is simpler to call it "chicken". No matter how powerful its ancestor, the dinosaur, is now reduced to a bird that cannot fly in the forest.

This time he still asked Ming Guang about the temperament of the primitive chicken. Knowing the area and temperament of their occurrence, he secretly made a plan in his heart.

It must be said that although Ming Guang's reaction is a bit slow, he is still very competent in understanding the temperament of animals.

Compared with his introduction, Mu Feng only felt that the primitive chicken was nothing special compared to the domesticated chickens of later generations except that it looked a little fierce and was a little bigger.

As Mingguang said: "Although the hairtail dragon is not as big as the wild sheep, it runs faster and does not eat only grass like the wild sheep. They eat flower seeds, some small insects, and some poisonous scorpions!"

Mufeng couldn't help grinning when he heard his introduction, thinking: "As long as it can be swallowed, there is nothing that chickens won't eat."

He smiled and said to Mingguang: "Okay, bring the rattan net, bamboo spear, animal tendon rope tomorrow, and get some more thorns from the thorny wood vines, pack them up, and take them with you tomorrow. By the way, take a big fish from the cave, cut the meat into small strips and bring it with you!"

"What do you do with the hairtail?" Mingguang frowned, "Don't you dig traps?"

"No need!" Mufeng said with a smile, "This is the way to catch primitive chickens!"

"Primitive chicken?" Mingguang was surprised again.

"Oh oh!" Mu Feng suddenly realized, "Another name for the flower-haired dragon, and calling it a dragon is really an insult to the dragon, so it will be called the primitive chicken from now on!"

Mu Feng decided the name of the primitive chicken with one word. If the chicken could talk, I wonder what it would think.

"Yes!" Ming Guang stopped struggling.

The next morning, Li Hu took seven or eight people to the trap where the sheep were caught yesterday.

Mu Feng followed Ming Guang and took thirty or forty people to another direction.

Because they brought very few things, the people who followed them didn't believe that they were going hunting.

"Mu Feng!" Ming Guang turned around and asked, "We didn't even bring a bone stick, can we catch the primitive chicken?"

"Of course we can!" Mu Feng replied, "As long as you are right, we can catch it!"

"I know!" Ming Guang was happy, as if he could feel at ease as long as Mu Feng said this.

The group of people arrived at their destination not long after walking, and it took less than half the time of yesterday.

This made Mingguang and the people in the hunting team around him feel a little unreal. They had never hunted so close before.

But since Mufeng joined the hunting, they always went a short distance but always returned with a full load.

"We're here, right there!" Mingguang, who stopped first, pointed in a direction, "Mufeng, what should we do next?" Everyone looked at Mufeng.

"Simple!" Mufeng said with a smile, "Give me the cut fish strips!"

Mingguang quickly handed over the fish strips wrapped in animal skin.

Mufeng took it, grabbed a handful and walked to the nearby area, gently scattered a small piece, then grabbed another handful of fish strips and scattered another piece not far away.

"What is this for?" Everyone looked at Mufeng with confusion.

However, Mufeng did not explain, but looked up and looked around, found a large-leaf tree that looked a bit like a poplar, and turned to look at Mingguang: "Give me the animal tendon rope and a bamboo spear!"

Mingguang did as he was told and handed the two things over.

Mu Feng took it, tied it with animal tendon rope, about four meters high, tied a bamboo spear on the other end, and then threw the javelin at one of the branches with his hand.

The javelin just happened to hang on the branch when it fell.

Mu Feng clenched the rope with both hands, and his two arms struggled "Hey"!

With a "snap" sound, the branch was pulled down by him with branches and leaves.

"What is this for?" Everyone was even more confused.

Mu Feng still didn't explain, picked a leaf, about the size of a palm, pinched off the leaf stem, folded the leaf along the leaf stem grain, folded it horizontally, and then stretched it from the middle with his hand, forming a triangular bowl shape.

He turned to Ming Guang and said: "Give me a thornwood thorn!"

Ming Guang still did it, with a look of surprise on his face.

Mu Feng took the thorns and strung the leaves directly, which was equivalent to fixing the shape of the small bowl with the thornwood thorns.

Then Mu Feng took another fish strip and put it in the bowl, and threw the small bowl of leaves with the fish strip on the ground.

He turned to look at the people around him: "Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and do what I did just now!"

"That's it?" Mingguang scratched his head, "Mu, Mu Feng, can you catch Huamao... Primitive Chicken like this?"

Others also used incredibleThe eyes looked at Mu Feng, and he was obviously a little suspicious.

Mu Feng sighed and said, "Don't worry, as long as the primitive chicken appears here, we can definitely catch it!"

"Yes!" Others came forward to pick leaves, fold small bowls, and then put wooden thorns on them, put fish strips on them, and finally threw them on the ground.

There is strength in numbers, and the process is simple, so it didn't take a moment to put one or two hundred small leaf bowls on the ground.

Looking at the small leaf bowls placed in disorder on the ground, Mu Feng smiled and said, "I have used all the traditional methods of catching chickens, and I am just waiting for the primitive chicken to take the bait!"