I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

Mu Feng's prompt was enough for Han Shu to understand, but it didn't break. As long as Han Shu wanted to understand, he would do more with less.

Sure enough, after Han Shu thought about it for a while, the light in his eyes gradually increased.

He didn't say a word, frowning and staring at the leaf that Mu Feng was talking about. He looked at it for a long time, his eyes unblinking.

"Brother Mufeng!" Baiya asked in a low voice, with doubts on Qiao's face, "What is he doing standing there stupidly?"

"Hush!" Mu Feng made a silent gesture and smiled, "Just wait and see!"

Sure enough, not long after, Han Shu took a deep breath, picked up the bow, hit the arrow, squinted his eyes, slowly raised the bow, and "swished" an arrow at the leaf.

Not surprisingly, the arrow went straight through the leaf!

Shocked everywhere!

"Cold Tree!"

"Han Shu can be so powerful!"

Everyone was shocked by Han Shu's archery technique.

On the other hand, Han Shu did not make a sound at this time, but frowned in place, thinking carefully, obviously recalling the feeling of the arrow just now.

"Yeah!" Mu Feng smiled and raised his hand to signal everyone to stop making noise and let Han Shu feel it for himself.

Everyone didn't dare to show up immediately.

After a long while, Han Shu respectfully put down his bow and arrow, and saluted with one knee and one hand: "Thanks to Chief Chief for your guidance!"

Mu Feng waved his hand: "Okay, get up, good savvy!"

Han Shu stood up and said sternly: "But I still can't shoot arrows like the warchief!"

Mu Feng smiled: "Don't worry at this moment. Now that you have mastered the trick, you can practice harder and faster!"

"Yes!" Han Shu nodded solemnly.

The people around him cast their admiring glances at Han Shu, and at the same time became more and more awed towards Mu Feng.

Just now, the cold tree was almost there with them. After a word or two of guidance from the warchief, can now he fly arrows to the swaying leaves?

He can shoot leaves, does that mean he can also shoot birds?

And all this is just because the warchief said a few words.

The tribe has always admired the strong, which has nothing to do with age.

Especially the archery hand of the warchief just now is clearly far above the cold tree. How can this not make them in awe?

"Well, everyone has seen it. As long as we practice well and can set the target, the warchief will teach us, and then we will be like a cold tree!" Mingguang yelled at the right time.

Not to mention, after his shouting, the already high morale of the hunting team soldiers rose again, yelling "Hurry up, hurry up" and rush to practice first.

Here Mufeng finally got free to sit on the ground and rest for a while, and then added some charcoal to the cave.

He estimated that the charcoal fire could almost be extinguished to get pottery after it was burned.

Through the small holes specially left in the cave, you can see that the pottery inside has burned almost the same color as the flame.

He estimated that the enamel and clay should also be oxidized, and the coating should also be coated. Then the charcoal fire was stopped and waited for the cave dwelling temperature to cool down, then took the shovel and opened the cave door to reveal the 18 pottery inside. Come.

To Mu Feng's surprise, three of the eighteen pottery were burned, all of them were too thin small bowls.

He carefully dipped the prepared green bamboo stand in water to clamp the pottery, and there was still a "boom" sound from the bamboo clips.

He took out the pottery one by one, and looked at it carefully while it was cooling off.

The fifteen pottery pieces are all good in appearance, with uniform texture, dark black and reddish in color, and the surface is covered with a layer of black and gray flooding enamel.

Although it is not a famous artifact, it is of great significance to the Jiang tribe, because this is the first batch of pottery of the tribe!

"It's done!" Mu Feng grinned and laughed.

Bai Fang, who had been watching by the side, watched Mu Feng's behavior and couldn't help asking: "Why are you so happy?"

Mu Feng smiled and said: "The pottery has already been made, and we won't have to use a heavy container like a stone jar in the future."

"Really?" Bai Fang looked forward to it, "I want to try too!"

Mu Feng smiled and said: "Of course you can, just wait."

Not far away, Mingguang came over to see how the pottery was going, but Mu Feng motioned to it and refused to go back.

His meaning is obvious: "Don't join in the fun if you should do your own business!"

Mingguang retreated angrily.

Mu Feng waited left and right, and finally when he reached out his hand to approach the pottery and felt no heat, he carefully clamped the pottery and placed it in a stone jar to accelerate the cooling.

There is no overreaction in the stone jar, but the temperature of the water is still a bit high.

After washing it back and forth several times, Mu Feng picked up a pottery bowl, put it in his hand, and knocked it twice, confirming that the sound was the same as the one in his memory, and then he grinned.

"Hahaha, it's really done!" He laughed and scooped a bowl of water with a clay bowl, which felt really lighter than a stone pot.

"Come on, Baiya, you try too!" Mu Feng handed the pottery bowl to Baiya.

The white teeth held up with both hands and was about to continue.

Mu Feng laughed and said, ""This is not a stone pot, don't be so troublesome! "

"Huh?" White Fang took it and whispered, "This... the pottery is so light, it doesn't feel so laborious!"

With surprise on her pretty face, she looked at Mu Feng expectantly: "Brother Mu Feng, can you give me this pottery bowl?"

"Yes!" Mu Feng laughed, "This is only the first batch of trial-made. Soon everyone in our tribe will use this light pottery!"

Then he looked at the clay pot the size of a washbasin: "Come and try this clay pot!"

After he cooled the pot with water, he gently held it up with both hands.

This is incredible in the eyes of White Fang.

Because of the same big stone pot, she absolutely couldn't hold it before!

"This is the clay pot!" Mu Feng was satisfied with Baiya's surprised reaction, and laughed.

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