I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

From the digging of the pit to the pit of all the wild sheep, it takes less than two hours.

This speed is so fast, even Mu Feng is extremely surprised.

"These wild sheep seem to have less IQ than half of the sheep in the previous life!" Mu Feng sighed in his heart.

But when I thought about it, I realized: these wild sheep have never seen a trap before, so naturally they would not have thought that they would be caught in this way!

I believe that traps will be used a lot in the future, and these wild sheep will also guard against humans.

But at that time, Mu Feng believed that he had already domesticated the sheep, and there was no need to catch wild sheep.

Thinking about this, Mu Feng grinned: "Yes, yes, none of them ran away, there are still seven or eight lambs!"

Ming Guang said with excitement: "Mu Feng, your method is really easy to use. You have caught so many wild sheep in such a pit! We have not always been able to catch one for many times!"

The others also looked at Mu Feng excitedly, their eyes full of enthusiasm.

Someone grinned and suggested: "So many sheep are killed for barbecue!"

Everyone responded.

Mu Feng hurriedly waved his hand to stop, and said in a deep voice: "These sheep can't be killed! We have to take them back and raise them by ourselves!"

"Keep it?" Some people wondered, "But we don't have enough food. Do we want to starve to death if we don't eat them?"

Mu Feng looked at the person and said, "Although there is not much food in the clan under the eyes, it is not enough to eat recently. We can eat part of the wild sheep first, and then eat fish and other prey. The rest of the sheep can be kept. Keep giving birth to the lamb, and the lamb will be raised again."

"In this way, we can have sheep that cannot be eaten, and we can leave food for the children of the tribe to make the tribe stronger!"

The eyes of the surrounding people lit up one after another, as if they had seen what Mu Feng had said.

At this time, some people wondered again: "But we don't have enough food to eat raw lambs. When lambs grow up again!"

Mu Feng smiled and said, "Before the lamb grows up, we can catch other prey and eat it. We can also eat fish, hairy dragons, and horned deer."

"In the future, in addition to raising sheep, our tribe will also raise hairy dragons and horned deer, as well as other animals!"

Mu Feng wanted to say "cow and pig", but now he is not sure whether there are these around the tribe. Whether the name is right or not, he didn't say.

Finally, Mu Feng said: "In the future, our Jiang clan will become stronger and we will raise more animals, so we won't need so many people to go hunting, and we won't even need to go hunting in the end!"

"Huh?" Mingguang panicked, "Mufeng...Warchief, what else can we do if we don't hunt?"

"Haha!" Mu Feng was in a good mood and said with a smile, "Don't worry, there will be other things for you to do at that time. Now, get the sheep back first!"

"Yes!" Everyone started together, according to Mu Feng's request, tied the wild sheep around their necks with animal tendon ropes, and then looked at Mu Feng.

Mu Feng smiled helplessly: "First, one person led a rope, and a few people led the grass with salt in front! The rest blocked them to prevent the sheep from breaking free and running away."

"By the way, spread the trap with some branches and cover it with grass. Come and see it in two days!"

"Yes!"

It turns out that Mu Feng thinks too much. Even if they just got out of the trap, these wild sheep still have an obsession with the salted grass, regardless of the ropes that have been added, and their heads stretched out to eat the grass.

Mu Feng was dumbfounded, and once again apologized to the author who wrote the phrase "Beat the roe deer and scoop the fish".

"It turns out that the intelligence of wild animals in the original ecology is so low!" Mu Feng once again refreshed his cognition.

Such a stupid wild sheep was called "cunning" by Mingguang, which somewhat explained some "very bad" problems.

Mu Feng helplessly rubbed his brows: "It's a long way to go!"

Back to the tribe, more than 30 wild sheep appeared in the tribe together, attracting everyone's onlookers.

"Look, Mingguang and the others came back so early this time, and they have caught so many wild sheep!"

"So many wild sheep, enough for us to eat for a while!"

"This time the warchief followed, so there are so many prey!"

"The day before yesterday, too, the warchief took everyone to fish, and there are too many fish to eat!"

"Great Chief Daxian!"

Mu Feng did not go to explain to the people of the tribe. He had already said what should be said on the trap side. I believe the young and strong will make it clear when they return to their own homes.

And there is Lihu, so he doesn't need to worry about this.

What he has to do is build a sheepfold for the sheep!

However, it is inevitable to consider the smell of urine and mutton when raising sheep, so the choice of the location of the sheep pen is very important.

After much deliberation, he chose a suitable place, at the foot of the northernmost northern mountain of the tribe.

There are a large area of ​​thorns, rattans, and shrubs, which are naturally enclosed, and it is also convenient for him to use local materials to build a sheepfold.

More importantly, the domestication of wild sheep as a food reserve is a top priority, and it should naturally be placed in the heart of the tribe.

So under the guidance of Mu Feng, a fence made of branches more than two meters long was completed. The walls are covered with thorny wood and rattan, not to mention wild sheep, even if people want to get close to the fence wall, they have to be injured.

The wild sheep was loosened and placed in the sheep pen. It was obviously uncomfortable, but after repeatedly hitting the fence and being stabbed, they had to retreat in anguish.

The wild sheep who had lost their freedom kept crying in the sheepfold, but no one was upset.

Especially Mu Feng, looking at a huge sheep pen, but only put more than 30 sheep, a little regretful when he was excited.

He touched his chin unconsciously: "I have too little wealth, my farmer is a bit shabby!"

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