I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

Flower hair dragon is the original chicken, which is the ancestor of the chicken.

According to Mu Feng's own ideas, it is simple to call it a "chicken". No matter how bullish its dinosaurs were, it still becomes a bird that can't fly in the forest.

This time he still asked Mingguang about the temperament of the primitive chickens, and knew the areas where they appeared and the temperament, and he secretly wondered.

I have to say that although Mingguang is a bit slow to react, he is still very competent in terms of understanding animal temperaments.

Compared with his introduction, Mu Feng only felt that the original chicken was a bit more fierce and bigger than the later domesticated chicken, and the rest was nothing special.

As Mingguang said: "Although the flower hair dragon is not as big as the wild sheep, it runs faster, and it does not eat only grass like the wild sheep. They eat flower seeds, and they also eat some small insects. Poisonous scorpions will eat anything!"

Hearing this introduction, Mu Feng couldn't help grinning, and thought: "As long as I can swallow it in my stomach, I'm afraid there is nothing that chickens can't eat."

He smiled and said to Mingguang: "Okay, I will bring a rattan net, a bamboo spear, a beast tendon rope, and some more wood thorns from the thorny wood rattan, wrap it, and bring it with you tomorrow. Take a big fish in the cave and cut the meat into small strips!"

"What is the hairtail?" Mingguang frowned, puzzled, "Don't you dig traps?"

"No need!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "this is how to catch primitive chickens!"

"Original chicken?" Mingguang was surprised again.

"Oh!" Mu Feng suddenly reacted, "Another name for Huamaolong, and calling it a dragon really insults the dragon. From now on it will be called the primitive chicken!"

Mu Feng's words settled the question of the name of the original chicken. If the chicken can speak, I don't know what to think.

"Yes!" Mingguang no longer struggled.

The next morning, Lihu took seven or eight people to the trap that caught the sheep yesterday.

Mu Feng followed Mingguang, leading thirty or forty people in another direction.

Because there were so few things to bring, the people who followed couldn't believe that they were going hunting.

"Mufeng!" Mingguang asked back, "We didn't even bring the bone stick, can we catch the original chicken?"

"Definitely!" Mu Feng replied, "As long as you are right, you can catch it!"

"I see!" Mingguang was happy, as if he could feel at ease with Mu Feng's words.

A group of people arrived at the destination not long after they left, and it was less than half the time yesterday.

This made Mingguang and the people on the hunting team feel a little unreal. They had never hunted so close.

But since Mu Feng participated in the hunting, every time they walked not far away, they were able to return with a full load.

"It's here, right there!" Mingguang, who stopped first, pointed in a direction, "Mu Feng, what should I do next?" Everyone looked at Mu Feng.

"Simple!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "Give me the cut fish strips!"

Mingguang hurriedly handed over the fish sticks wrapped in animal skins.

Mu Feng took it, grabbed a handful and walked nearby, lightly sprinkled a small piece, then grabbed a handful of fish sticks, and sprinkled another piece not far away.

"What is this for?" Everyone looked at Mu Feng with doubts.

However, Mu Feng did not explain. Instead, he raised his head and looked around, found a big-leaf tree that looked a bit like a poplar, and turned to look at Mingguang: "Give me the beast tendon rope and a bamboo spear!"

Mingguang did it and handed two things.

Mu Feng took it and tied them together with a beast tendon rope, about four meters high, and tied a bamboo spear on the other end, and then threw a javelin against one of the branches with his hands on the spot.

The javelin just hung on the branch when it fell.

Mu Feng clenched the rope tightly with both hands, and said "Hey" with his arms!

Hearing a "pop", the branch was pulled down by the branches and leaves.

"What is this?" Everyone was even more confused.

Mu Feng still didn't explain, he took off a leaf, the size of a palm, pinched off the stem, folded the leaf in half along the lines of the stem, folded it in half, and then opened it from the middle by hand to form a small triangular bowl.

He turned his face to Mingguang and said, "Give me one of the thorns!"

Mingguang still did it, with a curious expression on his face.

Mufeng took the wood thorns and strung the leaves directly, which was equivalent to fixing the shape of the small bowl with thorns and wood thorns.

Then Mu Feng took another fish stick and put it inside, and threw the small leaf bowl with the fish stick on the ground.

He turned his face to look at the people around him: "What are you still doing in a daze? Hurry up and do what I did just now!"

"That's it?" Mingguang scratched his head, "Mu, Mu Feng, can I catch the flower hair like this... the original chicken?"

Others also looked at Mu Feng with incredible eyes, obviously a little skeptical.

Mu Feng sighed, and had to say: "Don't worry, as long as the original chicken appears here, it will definitely be caught!"

"Yes!" The others came forward to pick the leaves, folded small bowls, then pierced wooden thorns, put fish sticks, and finally threw them on the ground.

There are a lot of people and strength, and this process is inherently simple, so it didn't take a moment to put one or two hundred small bowls of leaves on the ground.

Looking at the small bowls of leaves lying disorderly on the ground, Mu Feng smiled and said: "I have used all the methods of catching chickens, and I'm just waiting for the original chickens to be hooked!"

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