I am a chief in a primitive tribe

After arranging the matter of the diversion ditch, Mu Feng took the wolf to the earthen kiln - since the last time he dug the clay by the river, the pottery burning has been handed over to White Fang.

At the beginning, Mu Feng also taught Baiya how to dig kilns and burn pottery, and later because he wanted to build a soil building, he handed over this matter to her.

Luckily, White Fang learned quickly and was able to master a series of processes for making pottery.

Not only that, but she also taught several people in the tribe to burn pottery together, and the speed of pottery making has also become faster.

Seeing that she was guarding the cave, Bai Fang saw Mu Feng coming, and immediately got up: "Brother Mu Feng!"

When she saw the five wolves that had been completely domesticated circling around Mu Feng, her expression was still incredible.

She stepped back a little frightened, but fortunately the five wolves only barked at her twice and sniffed around, which was already the atmosphere of a family dog.

Mu Feng smiled and nodded, looked at the little face with charcoal ash hanging because of the kiln, smiled and pointed to her face and said, "It's hard, look at your little face!"

Mu Feng couldn't help laughing: "Okay, don't wipe it, the more you wipe it, the dirtier it gets." Just go back and wash well!"

"Yes!" White Fang stopped and smiled happily, his eyes full of stars, "Brother Mufeng, why do you have time to come here?"

"Well, I'll see how the pottery is fired." Mu Feng nodded and said, "Immediately the people of the tribe will move to the tulou, except for some necessary stone pots, the containers used by everyone will be replaced with pottery, I don't know if it is enough!"

"It should be able to do it before we move!" White Fang smiled, "Now the six of us are making pottery at the same time, the speed is very fast!"

"That's good!" Mu Feng nodded, "I said last time that I burned a big pottery urn to boil water on the side of the bath, how is it?"

"It's already boiled, but that big man can't boil enough water for the bath once, at least three times to get half a pool of water. White Fang's pretty face was full of excitement, "If there is a better clay, we can make a better clay urn!"

"Better clay ......" Mu Feng nodded, "There are such clays, but I don't know where to find them!"

"That's right!" White Fang was a little disappointed, "It would be nice if I could find it, the current pottery looks the same, and I feel annoyed to look at it!"

"Huh?" Mu Feng laughed, "Feeling annoyed?" I've got a way to make you feel uncomfortable!"

"What's that?" White Fang's eyes blinked in anticipation.

Every time Mu Feng says "there is a way", it will not disappoint.

"When the pottery is glazed, put a leaf or a flower on the clay pot, let it dry naturally, and when it is fired, there will be leaf or flower lines on it. Mu Feng said with a smile.

"The lines of leaves or flowers?" said White Fang, looking incomprehensible.

Mu Feng smiled and said, "You can try it, don't forget to send me two when you turn around and burn it!"

"Okay!" White Fang immediately became happy, and his beautiful eyes narrowed into a half-moon and were full of stars.

Mu Feng then waved his hand at White Fang and left with the five little wolves, who shouted at White Fang twice in demonstration.

"Dog fights people!" Mu Feng smiled helplessly and shook his head.

Leaving the earthen kiln, Mu Feng took the five wolves to the outer protective wall, and saw that the moat had been dug and was three meters deep, more than one meter deeper than Mu Feng's initial estimate.

There is already some underground water at the bottom of the river, and it is believed that a lot of water will accumulate here during the rainy season.

It's crystal clear, and it looks like it's about half a meter deep.

He looked at the distance of the river around the city from south to north, no less than three or four miles, and stones were laid on both sides according to the requirements of the wooden wind, and the west bank of the moat was planted with trees and thorn trees.

It seems that they have survived, and it is believed that it will not take a rainy season for the trees and thorny vines on the south bank to grow like a green waterfall like a two-story protective wall, directly blocking the sight of outsiders.

"There is some water in the Huancheng River now, and the rainy day is coming...... Mu Feng said to himself, "Such a long and deep Huancheng River seems to be a bit of a waste if you don't use it!"

Mu Feng frowned and thought: "Yes, there are a lot of fish in Dalong Lake, catch some fish and put them in the water before the ice melts on the lake, put some big and small fish, it should be a natural fish pond!"

Mu Feng's eyes lit up, and a while ago, Hanshu complained to him that now the ice in the middle of Dalong Lake has melted, and now the fish caught are getting smaller and fatter, but there is very little meat - because they are all female fish to produce seeds.

"It seems that there is a season difference between this place and Dalong Lake, and I don't know if the fish in Dalong Lake can be fed under the mountain. Mu Feng said to himself, "Tell Hanshu right away, and if you can catch a live fish, you will put it in the moat." If you can really feed it, you don't have to run far to catch fish in the tribe!"

"When the time comes, I can come over and catch a fish, catch a shrimp or something, perfect!" Mu

Feng couldn't help but grin, such a comfortable day seemed to be quite good.

"Well, there's a fishpond in the tribe too!"