I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

After a round of archery competition, the archery skills of each group were roughly the same. Affected by the bow and arrow, the highest archery skills were nine rings, and only eight people got ten rings.

Mu Feng has a general understanding of these people's archery skills.

In this round, he can almost determine the distribution of archery in the clan.

Those in the eight middle and ten rings can be trained to become "snipers" and teach them more advanced hiding skills, especially relying on terrain like the Jiang tribe.

Twenty-two people in the ninth ring can be further trained to train them as the main force of archers. In the future, whether it is hunting or confronting the enemy, Mu Feng hopes that they can kill the enemy with one shot.

As for the others, in Mu Feng's view, it still needs to be practiced.

During the competition, the Jiang clan members were already attracted by the competition.

Before that, they couldn't even eat enough to eat, so there was no time to tinker with these things.

At the moment, although they can't go up to the competition one by one, they can watch the booze while watching.

Especially when they found someone shooting an arrow, they joked and laughed, even loudly interfering, and after the warchief didn't care about him, they became louder and louder.

"I said Ji Mu, did you not eat? Why are you so weak!"

"Aquarius, where did your strength go after you eat so much?"

"Huang Guo, you have to aim, or you'll miss it!"

...

Life is noisy.

Ming Guang frowned and looked at Lihu, and found that he was also quite impatient. The two came to Mu Feng and asked very puzzledly: "Warchief, the people of the tribe are talking too loudly. These hunting team soldiers are Can't concentrate on archery!"

Mu Feng didn't look at them either, and watched Konoha shooting arrows intently.

When Konoha was shooting an arrow, in order to interfere with Konoha, a little boy ran to the rake and rolled his eyes and yelled at Konoha: "Brother Konoha, look at me!"

A man in the same group as Konoha hurriedly shouted, "Shut up, Green Mao!"

Konoha didn't get annoyed, but just smiled and said, "Qingmao, you'd better let me shoot more accurately, otherwise this arrow will hit your ass, it hurts!"

"Huh?" The little kid turned pale in fright, and quickly ran away, clutching his butt.

Konoha smiled slightly at this time, raised the string, and then quietly loosened it a bit, then "swish" at the target, hitting the tenth ring!

"Well, not bad!" Mu Feng looked back at Mingguang and Lihu, "Do you think these people should be kept silent?"

Mingguang and Lihu nodded: "They talk will distract these people, and they can't concentrate on archery."

Mu Feng shook his head: "But in the future, no matter whether it is hunting or confronting the enemy, no one will let them aim quietly. The beasts will run around, and even someone will chase them. And the enemy will rarely stand stupidly and let them shoot. They even throw drums and rocks at them. If they can't bear any interference, how can they be sure to hit the target?"

Only then did the two realize that the warchief did this on purpose, and immediately shut up angrily.

After the archery comparison is weightlifting, weightlifting is more "gentle" than archery. You only need to lift weights and add rocks.

This item can be regarded as a test of the strength of the tribe.

He also wanted to know what the physical strength of the people in the tribe was.

Fortunately, most people performed well after this test. Nearly one-third of the people felt that stones could add weight.

However, they didn't know that Mu Feng's original intention was not there, so after begging Mu Feng to aggravate and fruitless, they stopped insisting.

The last item is wrestling-it is the highlight of this competition.

Considering that it was already at night after the one-two-two matches, and archery and weightlifting were both exhausting and physically demanding tests, Mu Feng announced that he would try wrestling again the next day.

In order to show his importance to this competition, Mu Feng asked Ji Yang to slaughter chickens and sheep that night, and held an original version of the "carnival" together with wild boars.

There was a fire in the patio, and the tribesmen sat on the fire inside and out, holding barbecue in their hands, or sipping a pottery bowl, which was extremely satisfying.

In the center of the venue is a fire, and beside the fire is a wooden wind surrounded by people.

Mu Feng stood alone in the middle of the patio, and the fire shining on his face, reflecting him like a god.

He was holding a leg of lamb in one hand and a pottery bowl in the other, feeling a little for a while.

One is for good luck.

One is magic for good luck.

The superposition of the two allowed him as a modern person to stand in the center of this primitive tribe and lead them to live a "modern" life step by step.

At this moment, he has a feeling of "singing with wine, the geometry of life".

"It's a pity, there is no wine!" Mu Feng said with emotion, "I wish I could make some grain wine!"

He couldn't help thinking that before he traveled through Tibet, he was entering archaeology in Tibet, during which he also tasted the unique highland barley wine in Tibet.

Although he didn't drink too much, he remembered the taste of barley wine after only drinking it for a while.

The wine is light yellow in color and has a light aroma. The sensation of mixing slightly sour and slightly bitter in the mouth quickly stains the tip of the tongue. When I shut my mouth and swallowed, a pungent and warm feeling poured into my throat. But when he opened his mouth, a bottom-up sweetness came up from his throat again, which made people feel unspeakable warmth.

"It is said that the wine made from corn doesn't taste bad!" Mufeng made up his mind. Once the corn is enough or other food is found, he must make wine.

Firstly, wine can solve the problem of lack of diet, and secondly, wine can also be disinfected.

But right now it's just a "little carnival" he made up for now.

However, the Jiang clan obviously did not pursue so much.

Now that they can sit here on a rainy day like it should have been difficult to eat and drink, and they can also get together to have a good time. This is a "happy life" they have never enjoyed.

After breakfast the next day, all the Jiang clan members came to Yuelou here eagerly, looking forward to today's wrestling competition.

Everyone knows that yesterday's two rounds did not involve confrontation, but today it is going to be two-by-one wrestling.

In order to prevent accidents, Mufeng deliberately threw a layer of hay in the field to reduce the injury to people when falling to the ground.

Since it is wrestling, naturally there are rules for wrestling.

Mu Feng emphasized the requirements of "no killers", "no harm to the same clan", "otherwise drive out the Jiang clan", and then let Mingguang and Lihu preside over the start.

Because it was a wrestling, the atmosphere in the entire Moon Tower was instantly ignited from the first pair:

"Sang Ruo, beat him!"

"Huangshi, I gave you all my chicken legs yesterday. You can't lose!"

"Wangye, if you can win today, I will ask my dad to cut more meat for you!"

"You can blow the gun, if Uncle Jiyang hears it, he has to slap you off!"

"Hahaha!"

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