I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

Forty wild boars!

When all the wild boars appeared, Mu Feng was taken aback: "Why are there so many! These wild boars are not far from the tribe. Why didn't Mingguang come here to hunt before?"

But when he thought about it, he realized that there were so many wild boars in this group, and they were full of aggressiveness. In addition, the hunting team in the tribe had only about fifty people, and the weapons used were nothing more than sticks.

Even if they are all here, they are not necessarily the opponents of these wild boars!

This is the cruelty of primitive society. Human beings are on the weaker side in front of wild beasts and nature.

But Mu Feng believed that this was only the Jiang tribe that existed before, and now he is a warchief, this situation will change.

He must not only catch wild boars, but also raise wild boars!

But this group of wild boars looked like there were more than forty, which was beyond Mu Feng's expectation.

He watched the wild boar scramble for scattered mushroom scraps on the ground, while thinking about how to catch the wild boar.

The new wind on the side didn't dare to let out the atmosphere, watching the wild boars nervously, for fear that they would suddenly find the trace of the two.

Fortunately, these wild boars just robbed the broken mushrooms for a while, and then walked away noisily.

There was a peculiar smell of pigs all around.

The two waited for the wild boar to go away before they walked out of their hiding place.

Shuo Feng looked at Mu Feng with lingering fear: "Warchief, this, so many wild boars, it's not easy to catch! Even if the hunting teams of the tribe are here, there is no way to take them!"

"Well, the number is indeed a lot!" Mu Feng nodded.

If it is twenty or thirty, he will find a way to dig a bigger trap.

But for forty wild boars, what we have to consider is not catching, but raising.

You know, the destructive power and vengeance of wild boars cannot be ignored. He has seen two wild boars before, and they ran away after being caught, and retaliated wildly. As a result, they overturned the sweet potato field in a mountain village.

If all these forty wild boars are caught back, who can guarantee that there will be no accident.

The tribe now has only two hundred people and cannot withstand such a toss.

But once so many wild boars are captured and domesticated successfully, the meat of the tribe will be guaranteed.

After all, whether it is sheep or chicken, neither the number of calves born in the future nor the amount of meat produced can be compared with pigs.

"It looks like I have to go back and think about it!" Mu Feng looked at the sky, it was already evening, "Okay, let's go back! Along the way, let's see if there are any edible wild vegetables, and pick them back together!"

"Okay!" Shuofeng breathed a sigh of relief, finally going back.

This trip followed the warchief, although there was no danger, it was thrilling enough.

Especially the wild boar that was big enough to make him feel palpitations was so close to them.

Shuofeng was cautious on the way back, no longer thinking about hunting, but staying behind Mu Feng.

Mu Feng was the old **** who was there. He returned along the way he came just now, thinking about how to catch wild boars, and seeing if there were any edible wild herbs around him.

In the end, he really found a small piece of wild onion!

Seeing wild scallions as thick as leeks, Mu Feng almost jumped for joy.

This time I came out to find spices and wild herbs, but the wild herbs found shepherd's purse and mushrooms, but the spice found only shallots.

"Hahaha!" Mu Feng laughed and dug out this small piece of wild onion with a shovel, and put it in his bamboo basket.

He had already thought about it in his heart. In the evening, he would use wild onions and tree flowers to add a raw chicken stew to taste the long-lost chicken soup.

As for the other shallots, he had to plant them and save the seeds so that the entire tribe could have this flavoring spice.

To be honest, he himself couldn't stand the bowl of chicken soup that Shuofeng stewed in the morning.

That is, Shuofeng has never tasted chicken soup before he feels delicious.

Seeing Mu Feng smiled happily, Shuofeng couldn't help asking: "Warchief, what good things have you encountered?"

"Yeah!" Mu Feng raised the wild onion in his hand, "This thing, called wild onion, can be added when the chicken soup is stewed. With tree flowers, it tastes better than the one you drank in the morning!"

"Really?" Shuofeng was excited, "Can it be better than what I had in the morning?"

"Have never seen the world!" Mu Feng couldn't help blurting out, "I'll know when you drink it!"

"What is the world?" Shufeng scratched his head, "Is it delicious?"

Mu Feng hurriedly waved his hand: "It's not important, you just need to know that this thing will taste good in the soup! When you see something like this when you go out in the future, you will dig out the roots and bring them back to the tribe for planting!"

"Yes!" Although Shuofeng was strange, he nodded.

When Mu Feng had dug up all this small piece of wild onion, he continued to drive to the tribe.

On the way, they picked some mushrooms and dug some wild shepherd's purse.

As soon as he returned to the tribe, Mu Feng hurriedly found an open space near his cave with a bamboo basket on his back, digging up the soil with a shovel, leaving a part of the food for dinner, and planting the rest for him.

Shepherd's purse and wild onion, these are the first batch of vegetables that Mufeng came to plant in primitive society.

After planting these wild vegetables, Mu Feng went to the well to fetch water again.

If the newly planted vegetable seedlings are not watered, it will be difficult for the vegetable roots to take root in the new soil-this is the experience he learned from growing vegetables in his previous life.

I didn't expect it, now I'm using it again.

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