I am a chief in a primitive tribe

"Great Chief!" Lihu and Mingguang were both in charge of the slaves on the second floor of the protective wall, and when they saw Mu Feng coming, they hurriedly stepped forward.

"Well, how is the slave?" asked Mu Feng.

Mingguang grinned strangely: "What else, I wanted to resist at the beginning, I let Hanshu and them beat them one by one and they were more obedient." It's just that the hand that beats people is a little painful!"

"You hit it with your hands?" Mu Feng wondered, "Didn't you use a stick?"

Mingguang shook his head: "I used it, but if I hit too many sticks, I can also use my hands!" Mu

Feng was helpless, and wanted to say "It's better to beat people with hands than to be beaten passively", but when he turned his face and suddenly saw that there was still resentment on the faces of these black-toothed people, he immediately became angry again.

Obviously, these people from the Black Fang Department also understood now that the Jiang clan people would not kill them, but would tie them up like this, and let them work like a beast.

Although the food is small, it will not let them die for a while.

They are all beaten and worked, and these people don't bother to hide their emotions anymore.

Mu Feng snorted in his nose: "It seems that I am too merciful, I will not kill you, I am really a good man and a woman!"

"Lihu, go and take some of the soaked tree bark and ramie skin!" Mu Feng shouted.

"Great Chief, do you want to ......" he immediately realized that Mu Feng's tone was stiff, and hurriedly stopped his mouth, "Yes!"

so he trotted back to the tribe, retrieved two small bundles of wet ramie bark and heel bark, and handed them to Mu Feng.

Mu Feng took it, pulled it twice with his hand, tried it, nodded with satisfaction, and then squatted directly on the ground and twisted six or seven ramie skins, and then twisted three or five ramie skins, mixed together and divided into three equal strands, one by one, and began to weave the rope.

"Great Chief, what are you doing here?" Seeing that Lihu was silent, Mingguang asked cautiously.

"You'll know right away!" Mu Feng said, "It seems that we have to do something to these people, we really have no way to deal with them!"

With that, Mu Feng stopped talking and started braiding the rope - he was braiding the whip to be exact!

After a while, a whip rope about two meters long was braided, Mu Feng found a wooden stick in his hand, carved a dent at one end of the wooden stick, and then fixed the thick end of the whip rope on the dent with animal tendons, tied it firmly, and then looked at Lihu and Mingguang: "You dodge a little!"

Seeing Mu Feng's grim expression, the two hurriedly retreated to the side without talking nonsense.

Mu Feng looked at a nearby tree that had not been cut down, and waved his whip at a branch about the thickness of his thumb, and followed it as a whip.

I only heard a "snap", and the branches broke in response!

Lihu and Mingguang's eyes lit up: "New weapon?"

"Weapon?" Mu Feng was stunned for a moment, frowned and thought, and then shook his head and said, "Let's not talk about weapons first, this is called whips, and if these slaves are disobedient or dare to hate our Jiang clan in the future, they will whip me with a whip! A few whips will not kill people, but it will hurt very much!"

When he said this, Mu Feng deliberately raised his voice: "The forehead on the body will be red, swollen, and painful, if the skin is broken and infected with the disease, it will also die! But it won't die immediately, it will hurt every day, itch every day, and it will die after a long time!"

Speaking of this, he looked at those slaves, and found that their eyes were a little evasive, and their hatred had subsided a lot, replaced by more fear!

Mu Feng sneered: "You don't have to think I'm cruel, because you brought it on yourself." It was you who came to plunder us first, and since you have failed, then accept the fate of failure! If you can't accept it, then you will die!" After

a pause, he sneered and asked: "Who wants to die now, stand up yourself, and I will fulfill you!"

Speaking of this, he looked around to the left and right, waiting for these slaves to express their position in a hurry.

But after a long while, these slaves all lowered their heads, you look at me, I look at you, none of them dared to stand up!

If they can live, who will take the initiative to seek death?

Mu Feng snorted coldly, and added: "Mingguang, if there are any more disobedient people, melt the salt water before whipping, soak the braided rope and then smoke it!"

Speaking of this, he no longer bothered to look at these slaves, but instead beckoned to Lihu and said, "Lihu, you come here, I have something to tell you!"

Li Hu recovered from the shock of Mu Feng's series of thunderous methods just now, and hurriedly walked to him: "Great Chief, what guidance do you have?"

Mu Feng waved his hand: "You take someone to cut the black skin bamboo again, and make it into bamboo pieces, as thin as possible, all cut into one meter long and half a centimeter wide, I want it to be useful!"

"Yes!" Mingguang nodded.

Mu Feng had already given him his self-made ruler when he was in a piece of bamboo before, and asked him to measure a piece of bamboo, and he already knew the unit of length.

"In addition, select some people from the tribe who are not members of the hunting team, those over the age of twelve, and let them bring the bone knife rope tomorrow and go out with the hunting team!" "

Lihu was happy on his face: "Great Chief, are you going to expand the number of hunting team members again, are they too small?"

"No!" Mu Feng shook his head, "Just take them out to see the situation outside and know the danger of the wasteland outside."

After a pause, he said: "The children who have always stayed in the tribe are not as good at dealing with danger as the young men who are accustomed to seeing the dangers of the wilderness!"

Lihu was stunned for a moment, and nodded heavily: "I understand!"

"Then tomorrow you will take them there to hunt

?" "No, tomorrow I will take them out to cut the grass, and by the way, see if there is anything that can be used on a rainy day and bring some back." Mu Feng explained.

"Grass, something that can be used on a rainy day?"

"Hmm!" Mu Feng nodded, "The grass is used to weave the clothes, and the bamboo pieces are used to weave the hats, and we can wear them on our bodies, so we can go out on rainy days in the future, and we won't get wet by the rain, so we will naturally get less sick!"

"Cloth, hats?" Lihu looked confused again, and it was obvious that this touched his cognitive blind spot again.

Mu Feng sighed, and said in his heart, "The big chief is just worried", and waved his hand: "Okay, it's okay if you don't understand now, you will know when I make these things!"

Lihu scratched his head, and seemed to see the big chief's sorrow about his "stupidity", but his attitude towards doing things was not ambiguous at all: "Yes!"

"Okay!" Mu Feng waved his hand, "You go and discuss with Mingguang to determine who goes out and who stays in the tribe to sit in the tribe."

After a pause, he said again: "Since you are the leader, you will have to adapt to your identity in the future!"

Lihu seemed to understand, but still nodded honestly: "Yes!".