I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

Mu Feng decided to explore again in the wild.

Considering his previous experience of discovering corn and mushrooms, he decided to start with Dongshan and Nanshan first.

Because he found corn in Dongshan before.

Since he was going to Dongshan, he naturally looked for a guide.

And the most familiar Fei Mingguang and Shuofeng in Dongshan.

Considering that Shuofeng was taming his horses at the horse training farm now, Mu Feng didn't feel ashamed to bother him, so he went to Mingguang and told him about going to Dongshan.

Mingguang naturally agreed.

He knew that if the warchief wanted to go out, there must be something to look for. It was either prey or food, and it was all edible anyway.

This made him think of the corn and wild boars that he had found in Dongshan before, but now they have grown and raised.

In addition to corn and wild boar, mushrooms and shepherd's purse also taste good.

It's just a pity that when the rainy season is over, these two things seem to be getting less and less, and even recently they are gone.

"Warchief, are you looking for something to eat again?" Mingguang looked hopeful and his eyes flashed.

Mu Feng was happy, now Mingguang is quite accurate about the purpose of his trip, and nodded: "Well, go to Dongshan to see if there is anything that can be moved back!"

"Okay!" Mingguang rubbed his hands excitedly, "Then how many people should we call this time?"

Mu Feng thought for a while and shook his head: "You don't need to call a lot. After all, it's not going to hunt, but to look for it. I'm not sure if I can find it. It doesn't matter if there are more people."

Mingguang scratched his head: "Why don't we go hunting and catching the mount now? Anyway, every time you take us out, we will definitely catch the prey!"

Mu Feng shook his head: "Now that the rainy day has just ended, other tribes are out hunting at this time. We will easily conflict with them when we go out!"

"What are you afraid of!" Ming Guang laughed strangely, "Now we Jiang clan has a mount and bow and arrow, who would dare to rob us!"

"It's not a question of whether it can be beaten or not, it's a question of whether it's worth it!" Mu Feng waved his hand, "What good is it for us to beat those looters?"

Mingguang frowned and thought about it carefully before saying, "Isn't it okay to catch them and become slaves?"

"Not for the time being!" Mu Feng pointed to the outside and said, "There are still dozens of slaves there, which is enough for the tribe. Anything more may cause chaos."

"Unless necessary, you still have to be careful about capturing slaves!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "I'm still waiting for this period to pass. The other tribes are stabilized. I will ask the young men in the tribe to marry them. Don't make any mistakes at this time!"

"Yes!" Mingguang quickly agreed.

Although he really wants to go hunting, the development plan of the tribe is more important!

"Then how many people shall we take out?"

Mu Feng thought for a while and said: "If you go out, Han Shu must stay in the tribe. Then call Konoha again. He has great archery skills and strength."

After a pause, he said again: "To prevent anything that needs to be brought back at any time, you can call two more people!"

"Yes!" Mingguang agreed. "But, Warchief, if we enter Dongshan now, we may encounter beasts coming down from the mountain. Would you like to bring more people?"

"Beast..." Mu Feng thought for a while and shook his head, "You don't need to bring more hands. I will take the leather armored earth dragon and the five wolves. Well, you should also ride the mount, and if necessary, ride the mount to escape. Or it’s okay to carry something!"

Mingguang became excited: "Escape? With the armored earth dragon, as long as we don't focus on walking into the mountains, there will be no danger!"

"Well, let's leave early tomorrow morning!"

"Yes!"

The next day Mu Feng took Mingguang, Konoha, Sang Ruo, and Huang Shi out together.

Mu Feng rode the armored earth dragon, Ming Guang, Konoha and Huang Shi on the red deer. Sang Ruo rode a horse, a group of five people, five mounts and five wolves and marched towards Dongshan.

Along the way, the five wolves continued to maintain their habit of sniffing and sniffing, and occasionally the marijuana seeds would twitch their noses and roar twice.

Mu Feng could understand that it was probably the complaint of wolves in this area.

In his heart, he was determined.

Since there is the smell of enclosure urine from wolves, it means that the wolf king knows this place.

There are basically no extra-large beasts that can be trapped by wolves as a territory, and this is safe for them.

Sure enough, after leaving the tribe for almost an hour, they still saw one or two wolves in the dense forest halfway up the mountain.

The marijuana seeds were the first to find them, and after screaming at them, the two wolves disappeared in a flash.

It can be seen that they recognize cannabis seeds, and even more so.

There is nothing new along the way.

Mainly because of rainy days, the vegetation on the mountain grows wildly. Either the trees are so luxuriant that there is little vegetation on the ground, or the weeds are so luxuriant that no other edible green plants can be seen.

Mu Feng stopped and walked all the way, still finding nothing, and couldn't help shaking his head: "Did you choose the wrong direction for finding things this time?"

He walked and stopped looking for things all the way, the other four people and the five wolves looked bored-after all, they didn't know which things could be eaten.

Mingguang even shot two primitive chickens in the mountains with Konoha and Huangshi.

Mu Feng thought for a while and said, "Let's go to the cornfield where the wild boars appeared before, and see if we can find anything there."

"Yes!" Mingguang led the way and headed towards the cornfield.

Of course, on the way, they deliberately looked at the bush where the wild boar herd was before, and found that the bush had grown wildly, and no wild boar was infested anymore.

And the traps they dug before also accumulated water, and the surrounding areas were covered with grass.

Mingguang was very excited and said, "Warchief, look at all these wild boars!"

Mu Feng is quite "self-blaming" in his heart: this group of wild boars was originally considered happy and happy in this area, eating corn every day, living and working in peace and contentment.

It's just a pity that after being met by myself, the little guy in this group of wild boars even served him a pot, and the big wild boar also caught almost half of it.

The remaining big wild boars didn't know what they had gone through. Later, the wild boar king was killed for him in the tribe, and they disappeared.

"Oh, just because I took one more look at the foot of the mountain, a wild boar herd has declined like this!" Mu Feng scratched his head, "It seems a bit cruel!"

Mu Feng shook his head and led a few people to the cornfield.

There are no wild boars here either, only green stalks of corn with uneven heights—it is obviously different from the corn in the tribe. The growth cycle of corn here is still more than two months, and it has just begun to ear.

Mu Feng broke a corn cob that had just formed into ears, and looked at it, scribbled a few corn kernels like horse teeth, which had the same virtue as the corn he picked from here before.

He looked at this cornfield and counted the time from the tribe to here, and said, "Mingguang, after returning, you can let the tribesman ride on horses to chop down these elm trees with poles, and pull them back to feed the horses, feed the sheep, and feed them. Pigs are fine too!"

"Yes!" Mingguang agreed until the corn could feed the sheep and livestock.

"Yeah!" Mu Feng nodded and muttered to himself, "It's really unexpected that there is such a piece of corn halfway up the mountain. It seems that there is nothing else!"

With that said, he turned around and walked back, beckoning everyone to turn around and walk away.

At this moment, he accidentally discovered that Mingguang's red deer was actually stalking their heads to eat the vines on the edge of the cornfield.

Mingguang didn't care, and let it take a bite.

But Mu Feng's eyes lit up: "Vines, pods?"

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