I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

"Make a chicken coop?" Everyone looked at Mu Feng together, with puzzled eyes.

The white teeth in the crowd raised their heads, Ruxing's eyes were full of questions: "Brother Mufeng, what is a chicken coop?"

"The chicken coop is used to domesticate primitive chickens!" Mu Feng pointed to the sheep pen. "The place where the sheep is raised is called the sheep pen, and the place where the chicken is raised is called the chicken coop!"

After a pause, he said again: "However, these primitive chickens have not been successfully domesticated. They cannot be placed in small chicken coops. They must be placed in a large chicken coop!"

"Big chicken coop? Why?" Bai Fang frowned Xiu-brows, tilted his head and thought but couldn't figure it out.

"Because they are still wild, they suddenly lose their freedom and are locked up. If the space is too small, it is easy to get angry!" Mu Feng explained with a smile.

"To death?" White Fang was taken aback, his frowning brows twisted into a pimple, his face was puzzled, and he looked even cuter.

"Yes!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "If the place is too small, they will not eat or drink, and then they will starve to death!"

"Will the primitive chicken be angry too?" White Fang looked at the chained chicken curiously, unbelievably.

Mu Feng smiled and shook his head, thinking: "Raising chickens is a skill!"

In fact, what he said is the truth.

When he was still in modern times, he had caught wild pheasants. Whether they were placed in a chicken cage alone or with domestic chickens, they would soon starve to death without eating or drinking.

But if it is a relatively spacious place, whether it is a single or a group, it can survive well.

This is his advantage from modern times. He has an unimaginable experience in such things as chicken raising!

"Okay, now everyone comes with me to make a big chicken coop, big enough to put these chickens in!"

Mu Feng picked up a few rattans in one hand, and a bone knife in the other, sharpened a section of the rattan, and then inserted it into the ground obliquely, with the tip reaching ten centimeters into the ground.

Afterwards, Mu Feng cut a few more rattans, and inserted them into the ground at a distance of five or six centimeters.

Then he inserted the cane in the opposite direction, and the prototype of such a diamond-shaped fence came out.

Immediately afterwards, he placed the upper part of the cane in a staggered manner by weaving a net, which made it more stable.

"Now everyone can weave rattan nets like this with the rattan sticks, and after forming a big circle, it becomes a big chicken coop!"

Mu Feng looked at the length of the cane, thought about it, and said: "Attention, the cane is tilted to the middle as much as possible, so that the original chicken can be placed out of the cage!"

His idea is very simple, that is, weave this chicken coop into a "bottle mouth" cage with a wide bottom and a narrow top, so that even if the original chicken can fly for a certain distance, it will not be able to rush out of the cage.

After all, chickens cannot fly vertically over a two-meter-high obstacle, and flying diagonally will be restricted by cages that are wide and narrow at the top.

This is also Mu Feng's experience of raising chickens in his previous life.

Sure enough, there are so many people and powerful people. Almost all the people of the entire tribe can make the fence chicken coop, and it is "completed" in less than half an hour.

Mufeng asked people to leave a gap, and weaved a small fence door by himself, and then tightened it to it.

Such a large chicken coop with a floor of two or three hundred square meters, the mouth of the cage facing the sky, is nearly three meters high, and is woven in this way.

Looking at such a large chicken cage, Mu Feng suddenly felt that if it were applied for the Guinness Records in a previous life, it would definitely be another world record.

He asked Lihu to put all the original chickens in the cages, only to find that eight chickens were dying, and they were picked up directly.

Mu Feng cleared the order, and the remaining 104 chickens had 36 roosters and 68 hens.

In line with the principle of "domesticated and reproduced", Mu Feng picked out the old and weak ones among the 36 roosters, leaving twelve in them.

In this way, there are thirty-two chickens in the first batch!

Thirty-two chickens are the sum total of the Jiang tribes that have not eaten in the past few years!

After all, the original chicken ran too fast.

This can be confirmed from the rushing in the chicken coop to the original chicken that can only see the afterimage.

The chickens are put away, but the problem is again, how to raise these chickens.

Sure enough, Mingguang asked, "Mu Feng, how should these primitive chickens be raised? They don't eat grass!"

"It's easy!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "The tribe is surrounded by the grass spikes that were dried out last autumn and winter. Someone is looking for someone to pull the grass spikes and throw them in. In addition to the grass spikes, everyone can also pound the soil to catch earthworms, small bugs, and big The leaves of the grass... can be eaten by the original chicken!"

"Oh, by the way, don't forget to dig another pool in it, build it with stones, and give you water every morning, midnight, and evening."

"Also, put some dry thatch in it!"

"Dry thatch?" Mingguang was surprised, "what's the use of this?"

"If there is no accident, you will know tomorrow!" Mu Feng smiled mysteriously, then waved his hand, "Okay, everyone go to work."

Then he looked to the west of the tribe and saw from a distance that Lihu had returned with people. It seemed that they were not returning empty-handed.

Before Lihuren reached the protective wall, he began to yell loudly: "Warchief, Warchief, look at how many wild sheep we have brought back!"

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