I am the chief of a primitive tribe

Small bowls of leaves filled with fish strips were scattered on the ground. No one except Mu Feng knew what these things were for.

They looked at each other, frowning in confusion.

"Okay, now everyone hides like yesterday, and wait until the primitive chicken, that is, the flower-haired dragon, appears and surrounds it from all sides. Then just cover it with the vine net in your hand!"

"But they run so fast, we can't catch up!" Someone was puzzled.

"Don't worry, you will catch up with them later!" Mu Feng said calmly.

These people were skeptical and honestly found grass or bushes to hide.

Not long after, a group of primitive chickens really came to the grass where Mu Feng threw the fish strips just now.

"It seems that Mingguang is very familiar with the habits of animals in the jungle!" Mu Feng nodded secretly.

After this group of primitive chickens appeared, the whole tribe clenched their fists secretly, and they were excited to rush out at that time.

Mu Feng was even more surprised: "My God, are these primitive chickens raised by anyone? Why are there so many?"

In his memory of his previous life, birds in the mountains rarely live in groups!

But this group of primitive chickens looks like no less than one or two hundred!

"I'm going to get rich!" Mu Feng was excited, staring at the primitive chickens, "Mine, all mine!"

This group of primitive chickens is not much different from the chickens in Mu Feng's memory.

But their feathers are brighter, and their size is much larger than the later chickens, especially their heads are not red combs, but a protruding bone-like crown!

The most important thing is that if you look closely, you will find that there are two rows of jagged teeth in their beaks!

"It turns out that primitive chickens really evolved from dinosaurs!" Mu Feng sighed in his heart, and he personally witnessed the ancestors of living chickens.

And he immediately thought of a question in his mind, which is a question that people in later generations have been arguing about - which came first, the chicken or the egg?

Now it seems that if we must trace the origin, the answer to this question has been found - there were chickens first!

Mu Feng was still "thinking wildly" here, and the people of the Jiang clan over there were already staring at the scene in front of them with wide eyes.

The primitive chickens that had just entered the foraging area began to peck at the grass with their heads down, and soon a chicken found the fish strips that fell in the grass.

I saw a primitive chicken stretch out its beak and peck, and a thin and long fish strip was caught in its mouth, and then it raised its head and kept opening its mouth to swallow, and the fish strip slid into its throat little by little along the bird's beak.

This scene happened to be seen by Mu Feng, and he grinned silently.

He raised chickens when he was a child, and knew that chickens eat caterpillars, long fish, scorpions, etc., all in a whole posture, so it was not surprising at all.

Especially fish meat, which also has a special attraction for chickens!

At this time, the other primitive chickens noticed the abnormality of this chicken and came up to peck it away, but this chicken shook its head left and right to dodge it. At the same time, it swung its neck faster and finally swallowed the whole fish strip.

This is a typical group of chickens fighting for food!

But soon, other primitive chickens also found the fish strips scattered on the ground and scrambled for them frantically.

The fish strips on the ground were quickly snatched away!

The Jiang clan members not far away still didn't understand. After eating the ones on the ground, they could eat the ones in the grass leaf bowl. Wouldn't they run away after eating them?

Sure enough, after tasting the delicious fish strips, the primitive chickens began to get restless, all "clucking" non-stop, and at the same time spread their wings to expand their foraging range, and lowered their heads to find food on the ground.

Soon, these primitive chickens found the fish strips in the leaf bowls scattered on the ground, and they shouted with joy and excitement!

"Cluck, cluck, cluck!"

"Cluck, cluck, cluck!"

The primitive chicken opened its mouth and pecked at the fish in the small bowl of leaves, but before it touched the fish inside, it bit the thorny wood thorns on it!

The fish was right next to its mouth, but it was blocked by the wood thorns!

But the primitive chicken that bit the leaf bowl was unwilling to let go, as if it was worried that as soon as it let go, other chickens would come and snatch it away.

But in this way, the leaf bowl was like a large mask, not only covering the mouth of the primitive chicken, but also covering its eyes!

The blindfolded primitive chicken was unwilling to let go on the one hand, but on the other hand, it could not see the road in front of it, so it could only run left and right like a drunk with the leaf bowl in its mouth, and then fell to the ground!

Even so, the primitive chicken that fell to the ground still refused to let go!

Soon, this large group of primitive chickens, whose exact number was unknown, began to get "drunk" collectively, each holding a leaf bowl in their mouths, blindfolded and staggering around.

Since they couldn't see the road, they couldn't run far!

The Jiang clan members hiding in the dark were horrified when they saw this scene, and their hearts were filled with doubts.Did Feng cast some kind of witchcraft?

Otherwise, how could these primitive chickens be spinning in circles?

Mu Feng didn't care about the tribe members' thoughts at this time. Seeing the primitive chickens spinning around on the ground, he picked up the vine net beside him and rushed forward, shouting, "Quick, now!"

The Jiang clan members who were awakened by this word shouted excitedly and picked up the vine net, and covered the primitive chickens in a mess!

In less than ten minutes, more than ten primitive chickens ran away from the field, and the rest were all caught by the Jiang clan members!

Mu Feng counted the number, 112!

He couldn't stop laughing: "Another big harvest!"