I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

The sentence "You looked like a bear" made Lihu and Mingguang stare, and it also reminded Mu Feng of an incident when he was in college.

A senior who had been playing basketball with them for three years and was very tanned sent a wedding photo when he got married. Several good classmates left a message below.

One of the most classic comments is: "Thanks to the photographer and polishing technique, let us see how you look like this!"

Lihu and Mingguang are because they have never thought about washing their faces for many years. Who cares especially about who looks like?

Even the most exaggerated is that because some young people in the tribe do not wash their faces all the year round, they have stains on their bodies and faces, and they only rely on the skins of their bodies to judge who is who.

But now with soap, these are different.

With soap, the people of the tribe do not need to be as dirty as beggars—this is also the first step for Mu Feng to change the mental outlook of Jiang's family.

"Okay!" Mu Feng looked at the two people with big eyes and small eyes, and said with a smile, "You have seen the effect of soap. In the future, everyone can let the people of the tribe wash their faces with soap."

"Well, I have to wash my body if necessary!" Mu Feng's mind flashed, "I will build a bathing place in the tribe soon, and I will wash my body!"

After a pause, he finally couldn't help but vomit: "One by one is dirty, it's too much!"

Lihu and Mingguang were so embarrassed that they lowered their heads and touched their noses.

Lihu bit his scalp and asked, "Warchief, this thing...soap, how is it made? It smells pretty good!"

"The pancreas on the wild boar, and the ashes from the plants and trees!" Mu Feng explained, "it is the things on the wild boar, and the ashes left over from burning the plants and trees."

"Huh?" Lihu was surprised, "How did you make this soap?"

"I will teach you how to do soap later. Now I have a few things to tell you. Some changes need to be made in the tribe!"

When Mu Feng had something to explain, the two immediately looked solemnly: "Please lead the chief!"

Mu Feng waved his hand and said directly: "The stone pots used in the tribes for cooking rice are too cumbersome and too heavy. The most important thing is that it is also cumbersome to make. I want to make a lighter container that can be used to hold it. Put things."

"What is that?" White Fang fluttered with big eyes, and asked.

"Clay pot!"

"Clay pot?" The three of them were taken aback, "What is that?"

"You will know this at the time!" Mu Feng also knew that he would not explain clearly for a while, so he simply didn't explain, "I need some soil for making pottery. These soils are special. They need to be silted soil or silt by the river. It's the mud in the sand pond by the lake."

After a pause, he said again: "If you can find that kind of soil, whitish kaolin would be even better!"

"The silt soil in the river, the mud in the sand pond, the white kaolin?" The three people looked at me, and I looked at the mud, and none of them understood.

Mu Feng sighed and said, "Sure enough."

So he had to say, "Well, tomorrow Uncle Mingguang will take a few people and take me to the river where we took water before. Let's go there and see!"

"Yes!" Mingguang responded.

"As for Uncle Lihu, you try to make a bow and arrow with your white teeth!"

"Yes!" Both of them nodded together.

"In addition, tell Ji Yang that you don't need to kill pigs in these two days. Kill a few sheep for a while." Mu Feng rubbed the teeth, "He wasted too much good stuff!"

"Huh?" Now Lihu was stunned, "Ji Yang is the most just person in the tribe, how could he waste things?"

"I didn't mean that!" Mu Feng waved his hand, "It's just that many of the things he throws away are still edible, but everyone can't make it!"

"Oh!" Lihu realized, "I see!"

"Okay, let's do this today, you go back and rest early. Also make some preparations..."

"Yes!" The three left.

The next morning, Mu Feng, carrying a bow and arrow, holding a shovel, and a dozen people with him, followed Mingguang out of the tribe to the southeast.

They need to bypass Nanshan, and then head southeast towards the foot of Nanshan Mountain-there is a river in the southeast direction. The tribe used to fetch water from this river when there was no well.

No one knows what the name of this river is. It only knows that the general direction is from northwest to southeast, and the river is fairly clear.

Because of the early departure, Mu Feng and a group of a dozen people walked through the jungle and passed by a grassy beach that was deep enough to reach the river.

According to Mingguang, there were many wild wolves and wild bears in the jungle they passed through, but fortunately they did not encounter them.

The two banks of the river are already luxuriant with aquatic plants, and the water is also full of algae.

"No wonder the previous water smells like mud!" Mu Feng glanced at the mud by the river, which was full of black and gray silt.

"Mud?" Mu Feng frowned.

Because of the growth of vegetation along the river and the growth of aquatic plants, the rotten rhizomes of the plants will mix with the soil in the long run, forming a black-gray silt.

Although the silt soil is fertile, it is not suitable for making pottery blanks.

What he was looking for was the silt soil formed by the long-term impact of the river under the silt.

He dug a few shovel with a shovel to remove more than ten centimeters of surface silt, revealing a layer of dark, soft soil underneath. Mu Feng reached for a hand, rubbed it twice in his hand, and put it on the tip of his nose to smell it. After hearing it, he shook his head and continued digging.

After dug to a depth of 20 or 30 centimeters, the black silt gradually turned into a soft sludge of black and yellow.

Even the mud at the deepest 30 centimeters has disappeared from black and gray, but yellow!

"Yellow clay!" Mu Feng said in surprise, "found it!"

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