I am a chief in a primitive tribe

The flower hair dragon is the primitive chicken, that is, the ancestor of the chicken.

According to Mu Feng's own ideas, it is still simple to call it "chicken", no matter how bullish its ancestors are dinosaurs, isn't it still reduced to a bird that can't fly in the forest.

This time, he still asked Mingguang about the temperament of primitive chickens, knowing the area where they haunt and their temperament, and secretly had a plan in his heart.

I have to say that although Mingguang is a little slow to react, he is still very competent in terms of understanding the temperament of animals.

Mu Feng compared his introduction, and only felt that the primitive chicken was nothing special compared with the domesticated chickens in later generations, except that they looked a little fierce and were a little bigger.

As Mingguang said: "Although the flower hair dragon is not as big as the wild sheep, it can run faster and eat only grass like the wild sheep." They eat flower seeds, and they also eat some small insects, some poisonous scorpions, and so on!" Mu

Feng couldn't help grinning when he heard him introduce this, and thought to himself: "As long as you can swallow it in your stomach, I'm afraid there is nothing that chickens won't eat."

He smiled and said to Mingguang: "Okay, tomorrow bring rattan nets, bamboo guns, animal tendon ropes, and get some wood thorns from the thorny wood rattan, wrap them, and take them with you tomorrow." By the way, take a big fish from the cave and cut the meat into small thin strips and put it on!" "

What are you doing with the fish?" Mingguang frowned puzzled, "Don't you dig a trap?"

"No!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "That's how to catch a primordial chicken!"

"Primordial chicken?" Mingguang was surprised again.

"Oh oh!" Mu Feng reacted suddenly, "Another name for the flower hair dragon, and calling it a dragon is really insulting to the dragon, and it will be called a primitive chicken in the future!"

Mu Feng finalized the name of the primitive chicken, if the chicken can speak, I don't know how to feel.

"Yes!" Mingguang no longer struggled.

The next morning, Lihu took seven or eight people to the trap where the sheep were caught yesterday.

Mu Feng followed Mingguang and took thirty or forty people in another direction.

Because they brought so little stuff, the people who followed them couldn't believe that they were going hunting.

"Mu Feng!" Mingguang turned around and asked, "We don't even have a bone stick, can we catch a primordial chicken?"

"Surely!" Mu Feng replied, "As long as you say it right, then you can catch it!"

"I see!" Mingguang was happy, it seemed that as long as Mu Feng said this, he would be able to feel at ease.

It didn't take long for a group of people to reach their destination, and in terms of time, it was less than half of yesterday.

This made Mingguang and the people around the hunting party feel a little unreal, they had never hunted so closely.

But since Mu Feng participated in the hunting, every time they walked a short distance, they were able to return with a full load.

"It's here, it's in that area!" Mingguang, who was the first to stop, pointed in a direction, "Mu Feng, what should I do next?" Everyone looked at Mu Feng.

"Easy!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "Give me the cut fish strips!" Mingguang

hurriedly handed over the fish strips wrapped in animal skins.

Mu Feng took it, grabbed a handful directly and walked to the vicinity, lightly sprinkled a small piece, and then grabbed another handful of fish sticks and sprinkled another piece not far away.

"What is this for?" everyone looked at Mu Feng with puzzled expressions.

However, Mu Feng didn't explain, but looked around, found a large-leaved tree that looked a bit like a poplar, and turned his face to look at Mingguang: "Give me the beast tendon rope, and a bamboo gun!"

Mingguang did it and handed the two things.

Mu Feng took it, tied it together with a rope of animal tendons, about four meters high, and tied a bamboo spear to the other end, and then threw a javelin on one of the branches with his hand on the spot.

The javelin fell right on a tree branch.

Mu Feng clutched the rope with both hands, and as soon as his two arms competed with each other, "hey"!

"What is this for?" everyone was even more confused.

Mu Feng still didn't explain, plucked a leaf, the size of a palm, pinched off the leaf stem, folded the leaf in half along the leaf stem pattern, folded it horizontally, and then stretched it out from the middle with his hand, in the shape of a small triangular bowl.

He turned his face to Mingguang and said, "Give me one of the thorns!"

Mingguang still did it, his face full of surprise.

Mu Feng took the wooden thorns and directly strung the leaves, which was equivalent to fixing the shape of the small bowl with thorny thorns.

Then Mu Feng took another fish stick and put it inside, and threw the small leaf bowl with the fish stick on the ground.

He turned his face to look at the people around him: "What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and do what I just did!"

"That's it?" Mingguang scratched his head, "Wood, wood wind, can you catch the flower hair like this...... Primordial chicken?" the

others also looked at Mu Feng with incredulous eyes, obviously a little suspicious.

Mu Feng sighed, and had to say, "Don't worry, as long as the primordial chicken appears here, it will definitely be caught!"

"Yes!" The others stepped forward one after another to pick the leaves, fold the small bowls, and then pierce the wooden thorns, put the fish sticks, and finally throw them on the ground.

The strength of the number of people is great, and the process is already simple, so it doesn't take a moment to put one or two hundred small bowls of leaves on the ground.

Looking at the small bowl of leaves placed in a disorderly manner on the ground, Mu Feng smiled and said, "I have used all the local methods to catch chickens, and I am waiting for the original chicken to take the bait!"