I am the chief of a primitive tribe

Mu Feng's hint was enough for Han Shu to understand, but he didn't point it out. As long as Han Shu figured it out before shooting, it would be twice as effective with half the effort.

Sure enough, after Han Shu thought about it seriously for a while, the light in his eyes gradually grew brighter.

He said nothing, frowned and stared at the leaf that Mu Feng mentioned for a long time without blinking.

"Brother Mu Feng!" Bai Ya asked in a low voice, with a puzzled look on his pretty face, "Why is he standing there stupidly?"

"Shh!" Mu Feng made a gesture to silence and smiled, "Just wait and see!"

Sure enough, not long after, Han Shu took a deep breath, picked up the bow, put the arrow on it, squinted his eyes, slowly raised the bow, and shot an arrow at the leaf.

As expected, the arrow went straight through the leaf!

Everyone was shocked!

"Han Shu!"

"Han Shu can be so powerful!"

Everyone was shocked by Han Shu's archery skills.

On the other hand, Han Shu did not say anything at this time, but frowned and thought carefully, obviously recalling the feeling of the arrow just now.

"Hmm!" Mu Feng smiled, raised his hand to signal everyone not to make noise, let Han Shu feel it himself.

Everyone immediately dared not breathe.

After a while, Han Shu respectfully put down his bow and arrow, saluted on one knee with one hand: "Thank you for the guidance, great chief!"

Mu Feng waved his hand: "Okay, get up, you have a good understanding!"

Han Shu stood up and said seriously: "But I still can't shoot arrows as fast as the great chief!"

Mu Feng smiled: "Don't rush at this moment, now you have mastered the trick, practice diligently and you can get faster and faster!"

"Yes!" Han Shu nodded seriously.

The people around him cast admiring eyes towards Han Shu, and at the same time they became more and more awed by Mu Feng.

Just now, Han Shu was almost the same as them. After a few words of guidance from the great chief, he can now shoot arrows into the shaking leaves?

If he could shoot at leaves, did it mean he could also shoot at flying birds?

And all this was just because the chief said a few words.

The tribe has always admired the strong, and this has nothing to do with age.

Especially the archery skills of the chief just now were obviously far better than Han Shu's. How could they not be in awe?

"Okay, everyone has seen it. As long as we practice well and can shoot the target accurately, the chief will also teach us, and then we can be like Han Shu!" Mingguang shouted at the right time.

Not to mention, after he shouted like this, the fighting spirit of the hunting team warriors, who were already in high spirits, rose again, shouting "hurry up, hurry up", and scrambled to practice first.

Mu Feng finally got time to sit on the ground and rest for a while, and added some charcoal to the cave.

He estimated that when the charcoal fire was almost burned out, he could turn off the fire and take out the pottery.

Through the small hole specially left in the cave, you can see that the pottery inside has been burned to a color similar to the flame.

He estimated that the glaze and clay that needed oxidation had been oxidized, and the coating that needed coating had been coated, so he extinguished the charcoal fire, waited for the temperature of the cave to cool down, and then used a shovel to pry open the cave door, revealing the eighteen pieces of pottery inside.

What surprised Mu Feng was that three of the eighteen pieces of pottery were cracked, all of which were small bowls that were too thin.

He carefully used the green bamboo clips he had prepared in advance to dip in water to clamp the pottery, and the bamboo clips still made a "hissing" sound.

He took out the pottery one by one, and took a closer look at it while it was cooling down.

The fifteen pieces of pottery were all in good condition, with uniform body, dark red color, and a layer of black and gray luster glaze on the surface.

Although it was not a famous artifact handed down from generation to generation, it was of great significance to the Jiang clan, because it was the first batch of pottery in the tribe!

"It's done!" Mu Feng grinned and laughed.

Bai Ya, who had been watching from the side, looked at Mu Feng's actions and couldn't help asking, "Why are you so happy?"

Mu Feng smiled and said, "The pottery has been made. In the future, we don't have to use heavy containers like stone jars anymore."

"Really?" Bai Ya looked expectant, "I want to try it too!"

Mu Feng smiled and said, "Of course, just wait."

Ming Guang, who was not far away, wanted to come over to see how the pottery was, but was rejected by Mu Feng with a look.

His meaning was very clear: "Don't join in the fun when you should do your own business!"

Ming Guang left in disappointment.

Mu Feng waited and waited, and finally when he could no longer feel the heat when he reached close to the pottery, he carefully held the pottery and placed it in the stone jar to speed up cooling.

There was no overreaction in the stone jar, but the water temperature was still a little high.

After washing it several times, Mu Feng finally picked up a ceramic bowl, weighed it in his hand, and knocked it twice to make sure the sound was the same as he remembered. Then he grinned.

"Hahaha, it really worked!" He laughed and scooped a bowl of water with the ceramic bowl.The bowl of water really felt much lighter than the stone jar.

"Come on, Baiya, you try it too!" Mufeng handed the pottery bowl to Baiya.

Baiya held it with both hands and was about to take it.

Mufeng laughed and said, "This is not a stone jar, don't be so troublesome!"

"Ah?" Baiya took it and whispered, "This... pottery is so light, it doesn't feel like much effort!"

Her pretty face was full of surprise, and she looked at Mufeng expectantly: "Brother Mufeng, can you give me this pottery bowl?"

"Sure!" Mufeng laughed, "This is just the first batch of trials. Soon everyone in our tribe will use this light pottery!"

He looked at the pottery pot that was the same size as a washbasin: "Come and try this pottery pot! "

After he cooled the pottery jar with water, he gently picked it up with both hands.

This was incredible in Bai Ya's eyes.

Because she could never lift a stone jar of the same size before!

"This is the pottery jar!" Mu Feng was very satisfied with Bai Ya's surprised reaction and laughed.