I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

From steaming to drying, it takes a few days for the liongrass to be dried. There is no way, you have to wait.

Ruola's knitting does not have this limitation, but it is extremely exhausting.

Fortunately, he only needs to demonstrate and guide the first few ruins of the tribe, and he can just leave the rest alone.

The weaving method of the two-layer ruo is the same. After weaving it, one layer is used as the base, and the bamboo leaves are used to spread it out one by one, and then a large circle is cut to buckle the top of the hat.

Because there is no good adhesive, Mufeng can't completely wipe out the gaps between the bamboo leaves, and can only use the stupid method of laying an extra layer of bamboo leaves.

Fortunately, the black leather homepage is large and soft and dense. After the two layers are tightly attached, the outer rough is buckled and splashed with water to really separate the water curtain so that the underside of the hat is not wetted.

There are many people who followed the study, some "carpenters" in the clan, and some women who do not usually participate in the decision-making of the clan.

These people seldom saw Mu Feng doing things with their own eyes, and it was the first time they saw him make Ruo Li. Each of them was surprised and puzzled far more than shocked.

This is no wonder, because they still don't know what this ruo is for, and what the warchief pours water on.

Seeing the expressions of these people, Mu Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said in his heart: "They are even stupid than Mingguang and Lihu. Each of these people is so big, and there are few as clever as White Fang!"

But he reacted right away, as long as anyone with a smarter mind had already shown themselves in a small crowd like a tribe.

For "IQs" like Mingguang and Lihu, one became the headhunter and the other became the leader.

The cold tree in the hunting team is considered to be more brilliant and smart, and has already been scheduled to become the new head hunter of the tribe in the future.

Like the Ke Changning he had seen before, his intelligence was significantly higher than that of those around him, and he was already the "Ye Maduo" of their tribe and the great chief after the Blue Bird Ministry.

Thinking of this, Mu Feng reacted, knowing that this kind of thing is not to come, so he had to explain in a straightforward manner: "This thing is called Ruo Li, which is worn on the head. It can prevent it from being rained on, and it can also be worn on the head when it is natural. Prevent the sun from getting too hot!"

Only then did the group of old people and women realize that this thing called "Ruo Li" actually has this purpose.

They were pleasantly surprised and shocked, looking at the Ruo Li who was still knitting in their hands with a smile of joy.

"It turns out that this thing can prevent rain!"

"Does it prevent you from getting gonorrhea if you wear it on your head?"

"But it can only cover the head, can you make up something like this on your body?"

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Listening to everyone’s discussion, Mu Feng smiled and said, “There must be some defenses on the body, but it’s not called Ruola, it’s called Lingyi! And it’s not bamboo, but the liongrass. The liongrass is still being processed. It will be available in a few days! You must make up the rupe first, and make up as many as you can!"

"Yes!"

After teaching these people to knit the rug, Mu Feng finally took a breath.

Taking a break from the busy?

How can it be!

The whole tribe is busy now, so he has no spare time.

He thought for a while, it should be almost the same as the rainy day that Lihu said.

"It seems that the tribes have to complete their collective relocation in these two days!" Mu Feng thought, and went to check the situation of the Tulou.

The inside and outside of the tulou have been thoroughly cleaned, and there is a smell of mud from the inside to the outside.

Because they are all the most original and environmentally friendly materials, there is no such thing as a dry formaldehyde dispersal in the previous life.

The four earth buildings are all three-story walls and two-story buildings. The people of the tribe live on the first floor, and the second floor is used to store bacon and protection at critical times.

The innermost wall is pasted with stones and mud mixed with bamboo slices. The ground is a concrete floor mixed with plant ash. Although it is not like the slippery and slippery ground I have seen in my previous life, it is also flat compared to the cave where I live now. too much.

He himself took a close look at the several earth buildings and made sure that there were no safety hazards inside and outside the earth buildings. Only then did he find Lihu and tell him that the clan could "move".

"Moving?" Lihu was taken aback for a moment, and then he was pleasantly surprised, "Everyone?"

"Well, four earth buildings moved in at the same time, and there are enough rooms!"

Lihu was completely excited: "Is it right that we don't have to move out when we move to the tulou?"

"That's for sure!" Mu Feng smiled, "Otherwise, why do we spend so much effort building the earth building?"

"Yes!" Lihu said excitedly, "I'll make arrangements right away. Then, when would you think it would be better for the Chief Chief to move in?"

"Tomorrow!" Mu Feng smiled.

"Tomorrow?" Lihu frowned and wondered, "Don't you need to ask God to ask?"

"Please ask the gods?" Mu Feng was taken aback, and then reacted. Lihu said that it should have been done by the wizards of the tribe, and Bu Yan resigned.

Divine resignation and sacrifice are very solemn and sacred events in primitive society.

Different things require different sacrifices. According to different regions and levels, sacrifices are divided into big and small sacrifices.

These ceremonies are presided over by the great wizards or high priests of the tribe, who perform them in accordance with specific rituals.

There are those who say words, those who make divination, and those who practice, and some even have the great wizards of the tribe stripped of their sacrifices to "dance".

To put it bluntly, it depends on the day when you encounter such a major event as relocation.

As for who decides the date, I have to ask God.

The key is that Mu Feng has not systematically learned how to "please ask God," nor does he know how to do it.

What makes Mu Feng feel the most ashamed is that in tribes like Jiang, he has to shoulder all the great chieftains, great wizards, and high priests!

Whether it is doing a gesture of prayer or saying a word or really going up to "dance", he has to go to the Great Chief!

"How can you do this kind of thing, in the public..." Mu Feng felt crippled after thinking about it, and shook his head quickly.

Moreover, he still has some other thoughts vaguely in his heart, that is, he has always been skeptical about the world right now.

For one thing, this world has totems, Zhuyushu, and many things from the previous Huaxia world, but there are also many things that Huaxia did not have at the same time.

"There is no sign that there is a god, but the blessings that have been circulating for many years are real..."

He does not believe in ghosts and gods, but he does not deny the existence of unclear ways.

If he accidentally invites some "god" to his upper body, and can't send it away, wouldn't it be necessary to get him in?

"Isn't it just a relocation? What other day do you choose!" Mu Feng muttered in his heart.

However, he didn't show it on his face, but was quite pretentious, and said in an unfathomable image: "Last night I watched the sky at night, and used secret inscriptions. Tomorrow will be a good day!"

"Yes!" Lihu looked excited, "I'll let the people prepare!"

He actually didn't understand a word of what the warchief said "viewing the sky at night" or "secret inscriptions", but he understood the last sentence "Tomorrow is a good day"!

At the same time, the worship of Mufeng from the bottom of Lihu's heart has increased infinitely: "The great chief seems to be more powerful than the old chief. I have asked the gods before the ceremony!"

It was Mu Feng who saw the agility that Lihu had promised. He was obviously taken aback, and then laughed dumbfounded, and muttered to himself: "It seems that as long as I am willing, every day is a good day!"

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