I am the chief of a primitive tribe

"Weaving a chicken coop?" Everyone looked at Mu Feng, their eyes full of confusion.

Bai Ya in the crowd looked up, his eyes full of questions: "Brother Mu Feng, what is a chicken coop?"

"Chicken coops are used to tame primitive chickens!" Mu Feng pointed to the sheepfold, "The place where sheep are raised is called a sheepfold, and the place where chickens are raised is called a chicken coop!"

After a pause, he said, "But these primitive chickens have not been successfully tamed yet, they cannot be placed in a small chicken coop, they must be placed in a large chicken coop!"

"Big chicken coop? Why?" Bai Ya frowned, tilted his head and thought again and again, but still couldn't figure it out.

"Because they are still wild, suddenly lost their freedom and were locked up, if the space is too small, they are easy to be angry to death!" Mu Feng explained with a smile.

"Angry to death?" Bai Ya was stunned, his frowned brows twisted into a knot, his face full of confusion, looking even cuter.

"Yes!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "If the place is too small, they will not eat or drink, and then starve to death!"

"Will primitive chickens get angry?" Bai Ya looked at the tied chickens curiously, full of disbelief.

Mu Feng sneered and shook his head, thinking: "Raising chickens is a technical job!"

In fact, what he said was the truth.

When he was still in modern times, he caught wild pheasants. Whether they were placed alone in a chicken coop or with domestic chickens, they would starve to death in a short time.

But if it is a relatively spacious place, whether it is a single chicken or a group, they can survive well.

This is the benefit of coming from modern times. For things like raising chickens, he has unimaginable experience for the group of people in front of him!

"Okay, now let's make a big chicken coop with me, big enough to put all these chickens in it!"

Mu Feng picked up a few rattan sticks in one hand and a bone knife in the other hand, sharpened a section of the rattan stick, and then inserted it diagonally into the ground, with the tip penetrating ten centimeters into the ground.

Then Mu Feng cut a few more canes and inserted them into the ground parallel to the previous canes at intervals of five or six centimeters.

Then he inserted more canes, and the prototype of a diamond-shaped fence came out.

Then he used his hands to weave the upper part of the canes to interlace the canes, so that it would be more stable.

"Now you can take the canes and weave a cane net like this. After forming a big circle, it will become a big chicken coop!"

Mu Feng looked at the length of the canes, thought for a while and said: "Pay attention, try to diagonally move the canes to the middle, so as to prevent the primitive chicken from rushing out of the chicken coop!"

His idea is very simple, that is, to weave this chicken coop into a "bottle mouth" cage with a wide bottom and a narrow top, so that even if the primitive chicken can fly a distance, it cannot rush out of the chicken coop.

After all, chickens cannot fly vertically over a two-meter-high obstacle, and flying diagonally will be restricted by the cage with a wide bottom and a narrow top.

This is also Mu Feng's experience in raising chickens in his previous life.

As expected, there is strength in numbers. Almost everyone in the tribe who could contribute came to weave the fence chicken coop, and it was "completed" in less than half an hour.

Mu Feng asked someone to leave a gap, and he made a small fence door by himself and tied a rope on it.

In this way, a large chicken coop with a ground bottom and a cage opening facing the sky, nearly three meters high, and an area of ​​two or three hundred square meters was woven.

Looking at such a large chicken coop, Mu Feng suddenly had a feeling that if this was applied for a Guinness record in his previous life, it would definitely be another world record.

He asked Li Hu to put the original chickens in the chicken coop one by one, but found that eight chickens were already dying, so they were directly pulled out.

Mu Feng counted them and found that there were 36 roosters and 68 hens among the remaining 104 chickens.

Based on the principle of "domestication and reproduction", Mu Feng picked out the old and weak roosters from the 36 roosters and left 12 in.

In this way, the first batch of edible chickens has 32!

32 chickens, which is the total number that the Jiang clan has not eaten in the past few years!

After all, the primitive chickens run too fast.

This can be confirmed from the primitive chickens running in the chicken coop until only the afterimage can be seen.

The chickens are put away, but the question is how to raise these chickens.

Sure enough, Mingguang asked: "Mufeng, how to raise these primitive chickens, they don't eat grass!"

"This is easy!" Mufeng said with a smile, "There are grass spikes that dried up last autumn and winter around the tribe. Find someone to pick the grass spikes and throw them in. In addition to grass spikes, everyone can also turn the soil to catch earthworms, small insects, large-leafed grass... all can be fed to primitive chickens!"

"Oh, by the way, don't forget to dig a pool in it, build it with stones, and give it water once in the morning, noon and evening every day."

"Also, put some dry thatch in it!"

"Dry thatch?" Mingguang was surprised, "What's the use of this?""If nothing unexpected happens, you will know tomorrow!" Mu Feng smiled mysteriously, and then waved his hand, "Okay, everyone go back to work."

Then he looked to the west of the tribe, and saw Li Hu and his men coming back from afar. It seemed that they did not return empty-handed.

Before the Li Hu people reached the protective wall, they began to shout loudly: "Great Chief, Great Chief, look, we have caught a few more wild sheep!"