I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

"Warchief, who are you going to give these red deer? Don't you keep one as a mount?" Mingguang asked.

"No, these red deer and horses are used as mounts for you. As for me--" Mu Jifeng shook his head, "I have armored earth dragons on it!"

"Oh!" Mingguang reacted and couldn't help but shiver.

He had forgotten the existence of the leather armored earth dragons, but the existence of these mounts that could easily kill them.

"Then who are you going to give these red deer? The soldiers of the hunting team are not enough!" Mingguang asked again.

Mu Feng smiled and said, "This is simple. I had to take a written test in the pergola of the Moon Tower before. The best three people except for the bow and initiation for them, everyone can come and choose a mount!"

"There are only so many mounts at the moment, so we will give it to whoever performs well, and we can only wait for the next time we go out hunting if there is not enough!"

As soon as these words came out, Mingguang, Lihu, Hanshu, and Qingya couldn't help but become proud. They avoided the mounts directly obtained from the competition, which obviously took the lead.

In this way, they also understood the importance of themselves in the heart of the warchief.

"Then the leader and I will tell the soldiers immediately, whoever ranks high in the competition will be able to choose the mount first!" Mingguang exclaimed excitedly.

"Well, good!" Mu Feng nodded.

What he didn't explain was that every warrior knight would have a mount at the end, but it was sooner or later.

Every warrior in the clan, he will also strengthen the empowerment. And he used competitions to stimulate them, so that these people can train hard and increase their strength.

This is the goal and motivation for them to struggle.

In the next few days, the whole Jiang family began to get busy.

Lihu, Mingguang, Hanshu, and Qingya ran to the red deer pen when they were fine. They ran away excitedly and returned excitedly. Every time they told Mufeng how the reindeer was tame today.

"Warchief, I can ride a red deer without shaking!"

"Warchief, my mount almost kicked me today!"

"Warchief, I can ride a red deer in the pen!"

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The four people take turns "reporting", just like a child playing with novel toys every day, and then showing off with others every time, making the wind blow a lot louder.

What he wants to say is: "A few silly people, it's been three days before they tamed the red deer. If it were me, let them fly with me in minutes!"

But seeing the excitement of the four people, Mu Feng really couldn't bear to make them happy.

After all, they have a lot of means, but they do it step by step.

The four of them were busy domesticating their mounts, and the rest of the hunting team soldiers were busy training themselves indoors.

They all knew that the warchief had to rely on competitions to determine the top three mounts.

Once they become the best three people, not only can they choose mounts, they can also get the warchief initiation, and they can also get the bow made by the warchief himself.

Putting the three rewards together, they couldn't help but not be moved!

Even the warriors of the other three tulou have spontaneously organized small-scale competitions, which are all innocuous wrestling and wrestling competitions.

Those who have just lived "well-fed" also know the importance of their companions, and no one wants to kill them.

The spontaneous actions of the soldiers of the hunting team also stimulated the underage teenagers in the tribe.

They originally only needed to learn a few skills from Lihu, Mingguang, and Han Shu every day. Now that they are influenced by their own father and brother, they have become active.

Under the initiative of several bold "child heads", Mu Feng spent 200 achievement points in exchange for a set of practical military physical fighting skills, taught to Han Shu, and let Han Shu teach these children.

It's not that Mu Feng is unwilling to teach these children personally, but that he has been making speeches and vomiting repeatedly in his previous life, and he does not want to repeat the "pain" of his previous life.

The children who learned the fighting skills seemed to have nowhere to vent their energy. After learning the skills every day, they still kept chasing and making noise in the earth building.

"Hey, people are really afraid of idle meals!" Mu Feng looked at these energetic children with nowhere to vent, grinning strangely, "Then I'll find something for you to do!"

He found Lihu: "Did you see the current situation of these children?"

Lihu looked at the scurrying children, and said, "Warchief, did they bother you to meditate? I'll let them go right away!"

Mu Feng shook his head: "No, they are energetic now and have nowhere to vent. This is a good thing! I am looking for you to find something to do for them!"

"Get him something to do?" Lihu was puzzled, "If you have something to do, you can let other young men do it!"

Mu Feng smiled and shook his head: "Just find something for him! Go and find animal skins, wrap them on the big wooden stakes, wrap them in ten and eight layers, make a few more, and put them under the pergola of the moon tower. Let them fight!"

"Yes!" Lihu agreed, and then asked again, "Warchief, is the animal skin wrapped in ten layers or eight layers?"

Mu Feng took a deep breath and said, "Ten floors!"

"Yes!" Lihu left quickly.

Mu Feng sighed helplessly, and secretly said two words: "Han!"

What he asked Lihu to make was a simple sandbag, which he used to temper his fists for the children, which just happened to allow these growing children to vent their vigorous energy.

The men have something to do, and the women are naturally not free.

Weaving, peeling corn kernels, grinding noodles, steaming steamed buns-the whole Jiang family has now officially begun to transition to the direction of "male farming and female weaving"!

The one who really wants to talk about being idle right now is Mu Feng.

He thought about what he should find to "pass" the time as the only idler of the tribe.

He thought about going to talk to his grandfather, only to find that the old man was completely "demented", and he couldn't recognize who he was.

Even if Mu Feng used the Wood Dao Derivative Technique to treat him, it was of no avail-it seemed that the Wood Dao Derivative Technique was only effective on the flesh and blood body and had no effect on such neurological diseases.

Unable to communicate with Grandpa, he naturally couldn't figure out the truth of the memory in his mind.

But after so long, he himself was wondering whether it was about the inheritance of secret methods such as the warchief or the "wizard".

If so, he wouldn't be so anxious to solve the mystery.

After all, he now has the "Great Chief System", which can exchange various props and skills, and he doesn't really need similar things.

In desperation, he decided to start the "competition of fighters" ahead of time, just like the teacher conducted surprise tests in order to test the effect of students' exams when he was in school in the previous life.

The whole Jiang tribe became a sensation in an instant, one by one, eager to try!

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