I am a chief in a primitive tribe

Mu Feng taught for a long time, and Lihu and Mingguang barely learned how to tie several knots, which was really troublesome.

As for the plank shackles, he didn't bother much, and after a demonstration, the two of them mastered it, and happily made one himself.

It can be seen that the two rough men are not interested in knots that require ingenuity, but are more adept at simple and rough shackles.

However, considering the actual intelligence of the two, it is absolutely impossible to judge by the modern conventional age, so he does not care.

After teaching them, he told them: "The slaves will live outside the tribe separately, and from tomorrow onwards, let the two groups of slaves go to the middle of the second layer of protection and the first layer of protection to clear the land."

The other two were pulled directly out of the wall to dig the Huancheng River!"

"Yes!" Lihu agreed.

"If the ground is dug up, let them start casting three layers of protective walls at the edge of the jungle. Remember, even if you let them do the work of carrying the stones, as for how to build the wall and how to paste the mud, let the people do it themselves!"

"Yes!"

"Well, yes! Uncle Mingguang, the ramie you brought back a few days ago has already been peeled?"

"It has been peeled, and it has been soaked in the sink as you said!"

Lihu hurriedly added: "The bark of the tree has also been soaked in water!"

"Okay!" Mu Feng nodded, "It should be ready to be used in a few days." Alright, you guys go get busy first!"

"Yes!" the two took their leave.

Mu Feng rubbed his head and carefully sorted out the things of the past few days, because of the black teeth caused by ramie, this was something he didn't expect, but fortunately, the Jiang family could be regarded as a deserved.

And through this incident, he also had a rough assessment of the Jiang clan's current tribal combat strength.

That is, the Jiang clan faces five hundred to one thousand people, and with the various advantages of the clan, it should be more than enough for self-protection. But if you want to win as smoothly as you did today, it may not be.

Five or six hundred people were beaten by them before they met, and adequate preparation in advance accounted for most of the reasons.

Traps, sneak attacks, clan weapons, and wolves made it a one-sided slaughter.

After this battle, the Black Fangs should have suffered a great loss of vitality and were no longer able to do anything against them, and Jiang reduced a potential threat.

Moreover, the Jiang clan also captured more than 60 slaves, and the labor force in the tribe also increased.

Of course, in this way, there are more mouths for food in the tribe.

Even if the slaves were not given much food, the amount of more than ninety people was still a lot.

Worse still, he still owes the wolves more than thirty sheep.

If this was put before the Jiang family didn't have anything, it would be a big deal to owe, anyway, the bald man is not afraid of more leprosy.

The key is that although the Jiang family can't talk about a big business now, they still have some savings and foundation, and they can't really play tricks.

But overall, the pros outweigh the disadvantages.

"Alas, the big chief is not easy to be, I'm really worried, I can't stop for a moment!" Mu Feng rubbed his brain, "It will take a few days for the ramie to be soaked, and the spinning and weaving thing will be leaning back." Looking at this situation, it is estimated that I can soak well and get a rainy day.

"And before that, the tribes must be fully settled. Mu Feng was thinking about whether to choose a sunny "auspicious day" to relocate, while looking left and right to see what he could relocate in this broken cave.

He looked left and right, and saw that there seemed to be nothing to move except for the wooden table, chair, and pottery he had made, and an animal skin.

"I'm really poor and white!" Mu Feng shook his head, "Although I got the biggest room, these things are not enough to put in the house!

He lamented that a writer had encountered an annoyance before, because the pajamas were too beautiful, and he disliked the bad wardrobe and changed the wardrobe. Later, because of the wardrobe, I felt that the house was not good, so I changed the house.

And he just turned around, the house was good enough. There's nothing in there.

Mu Feng wanted to cry without tears in his heart: "What a fuck thing!"

"I found something to do, what should these clansmen do?"

Mu Feng frowned and thought about it, and then patted his head: "Oh, my brain, if you want to go out on a rainy day and get a raincoat

!" "Raincoat, raincoat!" Mu Feng repeated repeatedly, carefully recalling in his mind which of the tribes around the clan were paired with the "raincoat".

"There are raincoats and umbrellas that can keep out the rain, but these are not good, there are no materials. Then it can only be—Demolique!" Mu Feng's eyes lit up, "Demoliso with a hat, this can be had!"

"But the need for Demoliso is palm leaves, judging from the vegetation around the tribe, it doesn't look like there is." However, the grass beach where I went to dig yellow cement last time has a lot of grass with long stems and wide leaves, and the toughness is also good, which can be replaced. It would be better if you could find the grass grass!"

"As for the raw materials of the bamboo hat, it is easy to do, the black bamboo itself is tough enough, and the bamboo leaves are also large, not inferior to the bamboo leaves. "

Technology is easy to do, I won't, but the system will!"

After making up his mind, Mu Feng looked at the sky, it was not too early, and he didn't go to Lihu and Mingguang again.

Now the clan has just gone through a big war and needs to take care of everything in a short time.

And he himself, after so many days of intense preparation, also felt a little tired at this time, and ate and slept until noon the next day.

After sleeping until he woke up naturally, Mu Feng woke up and felt a little comforted in his "desolate situation".

He walked out of the cave and found that the sun was warm, and there was no sign of rain.

He thought about yesterday's plan, and then went to Mingguang and Lihu.

I have to say that although the understanding ability of the two is average, the intensity of implementation is not compromised at all.

Ninety or so slaves were all shackled with planks and intricate "trinity" knots tied to their feet.

What made Mu Feng a little speechless was that the slaves were "uniformly dressed" and configured one by one, and they looked more "imposing" than the Jiang clansmen who were free and wore various animal skins.

"What the hell is this......" Mu Feng secretly complained in his heart, "No wonder those bosses in the previous life always said that the company's unified standard clothing will give people a very energetic and professional feeling!"

Thinking of this, Mu Feng glanced at the slave and smiled a little maliciously: "Well, it is indeed a very professional, very professional slave work attire!"

Thinking of this, he balanced his heart slightly.

"However, it seems that it is really necessary to get some uniform clothing, so that if you stand out in unison, even if you fight, you will have momentum!" Mu

Feng thought in his heart, and he was also concerned about this matter: "Alas, the big chief is worried!".