I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

Yellow clay is generally the soil deposited on the Dahe Ancient Road, and it is the earliest soil used to pull blanks to make pottery in history.

Mu Feng originally thought whether he could find some silt soil in the river, and it would be better to find some mud in the sand pond to make some rough pottery, so it would be better than putting everything in stone pots.

But I didn't expect to find yellow clay here!

Yellow clay can make black pottery, black pottery pottery is hard, the skin is not enamel but black and shiny.

That is to say, the pottery made from yellow clay is not only light, but also can be used to hold water to ensure that it will not pollute the water source.

Seeing Mu Feng's surprise, the surrounding people came forward and asked: "Warchief, have you found what you want?"

"Found it!" Mu Feng laughed, grabbed a handful of yellow clay from the pit and crushed it with his hands. "That's the soil!"

Mingguang was puzzled: "What's the use of this soil? Our tribe also has a lot of soil, why do we even come here to look for it?"

Mu Feng shook his head: "It's not the same! That's all right, now quickly dig up the soil, it's useful to take it back!"

"Yes!"

So Mingguang took the lead, holding bone knives one by one and started digging.

Because someone was digging, Mu Feng just took advantage of this moment to stroll around.

Considering that the surrounding grassy beach was too deep, no one knew if there were any beasts nearby, and he did not dare to go far, so he pulled the shovel around to see if he found anything.

Unexpectedly, under this shovel, he would really accidentally discover that a familiar plant appeared in the grass.

"Cress?" Mu Feng was stunned for a moment. He took a closer look at the leaves and then at the rhizome, and found that this plant, which was half a meter long, was really cress!

It's just that the leaves of this cress are smaller than in the memory, but the rhizome is much longer!

"It's a worthwhile trip!" Mu Feng said with a strange smile, "Wild cress is a rare thing in previous lives!"

He stretched out his hand to tear off the cress, put it in front of his nose and smelled it. The taste was really peculiar to cress, and it was very irritating.

"There must be more than one cress when it appears!" Mu Feng pushed aside the grass by the river again, and he found a small piece of cress!

"Haha!" Mu Feng smiled, "Not bad, there is something to eat on the recipe!"

Although the name of water cress carries the word "water", it can actually grow in places with little water.

It's just that the roots of cress won't grow very long, but the leaves will be very lush.

But cress is naturally rich in leaf flavor, and the rhizome tastes good, which is Mufeng's favorite.

He decided the moment he saw the cress that he wanted to transplant the cress to the tribe.

You know, the transplantation of cress is also very simple. The roots of bamboo are almost the same. Just transplanting one rhizome can derive many trees.

This small piece is enough for a meal of stems and leaves, and then the rhizomes are transplanted to the tribe.

If he said nothing, he picked up his shovel and started digging cress, and soon he dug a lot.

Mingguang also dug a lot of yellow clay.

"Warchief!" Mingguang motioned to Mu Feng, "All the animal skin pockets he brought were filled with dirt, are you going back now?"

"Well, go back!" Mu Feng nodded, put the cress on his back with the basket he brought, then got up and went back.

The group of people carrying yellow clay on their backs looked at each other weirdly, feeling helpless.

They are all members of the hunting team. They used to hunt for food, but now they are digging in here. I really don't know what the warchief is thinking.

But they all knew after a few hunts. They didn't understand what the warchief did, so they just need to do as required.

At least so far, the warchief has not let them run in vain.

And they didn't expect that the trip was so smooth this time, and they would go back when they came to the riverside just to dig some soil.

A group of ten or so people returned carefully along the same path.

This road is the "safest" route they have found many times before taking water-there are many grassy beaches nearby, and large beasts are not seen here.

The smoothness when I came here also illustrates this point.

Unfortunately, it didn't go so smoothly when I returned.

Mingguang, who was walking at the forefront of the team, suddenly stopped and motioned everyone to stay still, then he slowly squatted down and listened to the sound with his ears close to the grassy ground.

"Huh?" Seeing this, Mu Feng followed his heart tightly.

He has learned about the dangers of the wilderness in his previous lives. Even in the modern era when wild animals are rare, it is dangerous in the deep mountains and grasslands.

What's more, it is primitive society right now!

At this time, everyone around him all squatted down, carefully put down the yellow clay on their backs, and took up a bamboo javelin in their hands.

Mu Feng frowned, then put down the back basket, picked up the shovel, and waited.

Suddenly there was a rustling sound around, and it was obvious that something was running in the grass.

"What's that?" A question arose in Mu Feng's heart.

At this moment, Lihu turned his face to look in one direction, and stretched out his hand to poke away the grass in front of him silently.

Everyone followed the gap he opened.

Just a glance, everyone's mind was violently shaken, including Mu Feng!

Because not far from the gap, a huge python with a high head is swimming in the meadow like a yacht.

Although there is a distance, Mu Feng still thinks that the head and feet of the python are half a human size!

Based on this speculation, this python is only as simple as six or seven meters!

"Titan Python?" This word came to Mu Feng's mind first.

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