I am a chief in a primitive tribe

It takes a few days for the grass to dry from steaming to drying, so you have to wait.

The weaving of the hat does not have this limitation, but it is extremely exhausting.

Fortunately, he only needed to demonstrate the practice of instructing the first few hoops of the clansmen, and he could leave the rest alone.

The two layers of coarse blanks are the same as the weaving method, after weaving a layer as the base, spread it evenly with bamboo leaves one by one, and then cut a large round piece and buckle it on the top of the hat.

Because there is no good adhesive, Mufeng can't completely erase the gaps between the bamboo leaves, so he can only use the stupid method of spreading an extra layer of bamboo leaves.

Fortunately, the black bamboo leaves are large and soft, and after the two layers are tightly pasted, the outer layer of rough blank is buckled and splashed with water, which can really separate the water curtain and make the brim of the hat not wet.

There are many people who have learned from me, including a few "carpenters" in the clan, and some women who don't usually participate in the decision-making of the clan.

These people rarely saw Mu Feng make things with their own eyes, and now it was the first time they saw him making a hat, and their surprise and doubts were far greater than shock.

This is no wonder, because they don't yet know what the hat is for, and what the big chief is pouring water on it for.

Seeing the expressions of these people, Mu Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said secretly in his heart: "It's even more stupid than Mingguang and Lihu, these people are all so big, and there are few who are as smart as White Fang!"

But he immediately reacted, but anyone with a smarter mind would have already made a name for himself in a small group like the tribe.

"IQ" like Mingguang and Lihu, one became the head hunter, and the other became the leader.

The cold trees in the hunting team are relatively brilliant and intelligent, and they have already been determined to be the new hunting leader of the tribe in the future.

Like the Ke Changning he had seen before, his intelligence was obviously much higher than that of the people around him, and he was already the "Yemaduo" of their tribe, the big chief of the Blue Bird Tribe.

Thinking of this, Mu Feng reacted and knew that this kind of thing was not a good idea, so he had to explain: "This thing is called a hat, and it is worn on the head." It can prevent it from being caught in the rain, and it can also be worn on the head to prevent the sun from getting exposed when it is hot, so it doesn't have to be too hot!"

Only then did they be pleasantly surprised, shocked, and looked at the basket still knitting in their hands with a happy face.

"So this thing can protect against rain!"

"Is it not possible to get gonorrhea if you wear it on your head?"

"But it can only cover your head, can you make it up like this?"

......

Listening to everyone's discussions, Mu Feng said with a smile: "There must be something to defend the body, but it's not called a hat, it's called a cloth! And the thing that makes a cloth is not bamboo, but grass." The grass is still being processed, and it will be used in a few days! You can weave the hats first, and you can weave as many as you can!"

"Yes!"

After teaching these people how to weave the hats, Mu Feng finally took a breath.

The

whole tribe is busy now, how can he have spare time.

He thought about it, and compared to the day when the rainy day came to Lihu, it should be about the same.

"It seems that the tribe will have to complete the collective relocation in the next two days!" Mu Feng thought, and went to see the situation of the tulou.

The inside and outside of the tulou have been thoroughly cleaned, and the house smells of dirt from the inside out.

Because they are the most original and environmentally friendly materials, there is no such thing as drying and scattering formaldehyde in the previous life.

The four earthen buildings are all three-story walls and two-story buildings. The clansmen live on the first floor, and the second floor is used for bacon and protection in critical situations.

The innermost wall skin is made of stones, mud mixed with bamboo chips, and the ground is a cement floor mixed with grass and wood ash, although it is not like the slippery and slippery ground that I have seen in my previous life, but it is also much smoother than the cave I live in now.

He took a closer look at several earthen buildings and made sure that there were no safety hazards inside and outside the earthen buildings, so he found Lihu and told him that the clan could "relocate".

"Relocation?" Lihu was stunned for a moment, and then immediately became surprised, "Everyone?"

"Well, the four tulou buildings moved in at the same time, and the room is enough!" Lihu

was completely excited: "Is it that we don't have to move out if we move to the tulou?"

"That's for sure!" Mu Feng smiled, "Otherwise, what are we spending so much effort to build the tulou?"

"Yes!" Lihu said excitedly, "I'll arrange it right away." Then big chief, when do you think it's better to move in?"

"Tomorrow!" Mu Feng smiled.

"Tomorrow?" Lihu frowned and wondered, "Don't you need to ask the gods?"

"Please ask the gods?" Mu Feng was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, what Lihu said should be the one done by the wizards in the tribe, divination and resignation.

Divination and sacrifice are very solemn and sacred events in primitive society.

Different things require different sacrifices, and according to different regions and levels, the sacrifices are divided into large and small animals.

These ceremonies are presided over by the high shamans or high priests of the tribe, according to specific rituals.

There are those who read words, those who divination, those who practice, and some even ask the great shamans of the tribe to strip off and dance the "dance".

To put it bluntly, when encountering such a major event as moving, it depends on the day.

As for who will set the day, this has to ask God.

The key is that Mu Feng has not systematically learned how to "ask God", and he doesn't know how to hold it.

What made Mu Feng feel the most ashamed was that in a tribe like the Jiang clan, he was the one who carried the big chief, the big wizard, and the high priest

! Whether it was a pretentious prayer or a real "dance", he had to be the big chief!

"How can this kind of thing be done, in public......" Mu Feng felt mad when he thought about it, and quickly shook his head.

And he has some other thoughts in his heart, that is, he has always been skeptical about the current world.

First, there are totems in this world, there are blessings, and there are many things in the Chinese world in the previous life, but there are also many things that were not available in China in the same period.

"There is no indication that there is a god, but the Zhu Yushu that has been passed down for many years is real...... he

does not believe in ghosts and gods, but he does not deny the existence of some inexplicable and unexplained existences.

If he accidentally really invited some "god" to get on him, and then he couldn't send him away, wouldn't he have to put himself in?"

"Isn't it just to move, and what day to choose!" Mu Feng muttered in his heart.

However, he didn't show it on his face, but took care of it, and said with an unfathomable image: "Last night, I watched the sky at night, and I used secret methods to make excuses, tomorrow will be a good day!"

"Yes!" Lihu looked excited, "I'll let the clansmen prepare!"

What the big chief said, "Watching the sky at night", what "secret methods" He actually didn't understand a word, but he understood the last sentence "Tomorrow is a good day"!

At the same time, Lihu's worship of Mu Feng in his heart rose infinitely: "The big chief seems to be more powerful than the old chief, and he has already asked the gods before holding a ceremony!"