I am a chief in a primitive tribe

The small bowl of leaves with fish sticks was scattered on the ground, and no one knew what these things were for except for Mu Feng.

They look at me, I look at you, frowning and showing puzzlement.

"Okay, now everyone is still hiding like yesterday, wait until the primordial chicken, that is, the flower hair dragon, appears and surround it from all sides, and then cover it with the rattan net in your hand!"

"But they are running so fast, we can't catch up!"

"Don't worry, you'll catch up with them later!" Mu Feng said with a calm expression.

The men were suspicious, and honestly found grass or bushes and hid them.

It didn't take long for a group of primitive chickens to come to the grass where Mu Feng had thrown fish sticks just now.

"It seems that Mingguang is very familiar with the habits of animals in the jungle!" Mu Feng nodded secretly.

When this group of primitive chickens appeared, the entire tribe secretly clenched their fists, excitedly wanting to rush out immediately.

Mu Feng was even more taken aback: "My God, are these primitive chickens raised by someone, why are there so many?"

In his memory of his previous life, the birds in the mountains rarely appeared in groups!

But at the moment, this group of primitive chickens looks like no less than one or two hundred!

"This is to make a fortune!" Mu Feng's heart became excited, and his eyes stared at the primitive chickens motionlessly, "Mine, all mine!"

This group of primitive chickens is not much different from the chickens in Mu Feng's memory.

But the feathers on their bodies are more colorful, and their size is much larger than that of later chickens, especially their heads are not red cockscombs, but a raised bone-like crown!

The most important thing is that if you look closely, you will find that there are two rows of jagged jagged teeth in their beaks!

"It turns out that primitive chickens really evolved from dinosaurs!" Mu Feng sighed in his heart, he was the ancestor of the living chicken.

And he immediately thought of a question that was a question that was debated endlessly in later generations - the chicken or the egg.

Now it seems that if you have to trace the source, the answer to this question is also there-there is a chicken first!

Mu Feng here is still "thinking nonsense", and the people of the Jiang clan over there have already stared at the scene in front of them with wide eyes.

Primitive chickens that had just entered the foraging area began to peck at the grass with their heads down, and soon some chickens spotted fish sticks falling from the grass.

I saw a primitive chicken stick out of its mouth and peck, a slender fish stick was held in its mouth, and then it raised its head and kept opening its mouth to swallow, and the fish stick slid down the bird's beak little by little into its throat.

This scene happened to be seen by Mu Feng, and he grinned silently.

He had chickens when he was young, and he knew that chickens ate caterpillars, long fish, scorpions, etc., and it was the whole stance, so it was not surprising at all.

At

this time, other primitive chickens discovered the abnormality of this chicken, and they all came up to peck away, but they gave the chicken its head to dodge left and right, and at the same time it accelerated its neck and finally swallowed the whole fish stick.

This is a typical group of chickens grabbing food!

But it didn't take long for other primitive chickens to find fish sticks scattered on the ground and fight wildly.

The

Jiang clan people not far away still didn't understand that when they had finished eating the fish on the ground, they could go and eat the grass leaves in the bowl, and wouldn't they run away after eating?

Sure enough, after tasting the delicious fish sticks, the primitive chickens began to be restless, and they all "clucked" and clucked, and at the same time, their wings opened, expanding their foraging range, and bowing their heads to the ground to find food.

Soon, these primitive chickens found the fish sticks in the leaf bowl scattered on the ground, and they all shouted with joy and excitement!

"Cluck!"

"Cluck!" "Cluck!"

The primordial chicken opened its mouth to peck at the fish in the small bowl of leaves, but before touching the fish inside, they bit down on the thorny wood thorn that was lying on it!

The fish was close to the mouth, but the wood thorn was blocked!

But the primitive chickens that bite into the leaf bowl are reluctant to let go, as if they are worried that as soon as they let go, other chickens will come and snatch them.

It's just that in this way, the leaf bowl is like a large mask, covering not only the mouth of the primitive chicken, but also its eyes!

On the one hand, the blindfolded primitive chicken refuses to let go, and on the other hand, it cannot see the road in front of it, so it can only rush left and right as if drunk with the leaf bowl in its mouth, and then fall to the ground!

Even so, the primitive chicken that fell to the ground still refused to let go!

Soon, this large group of primitive chickens who did not know the exact number began to work collectively. drunk", each with a bowl of leaves in their mouths, staggering around blindfolded.

Because they couldn't see the road, they naturally couldn't run far!,

and the Jiang clan people who were hiding in the dark showed a shocked look on their faces after seeing this scene, full of doubts about whether Mu Feng had used some witchcraft.

Otherwise, how could these primitive chickens spin in place like this?

And Mu Feng didn't care what the clansmen thought at this time, seeing the primitive chickens spinning all over the ground, he picked up the rattan net around him and rushed forward, and shouted at the same time: "Quick, it's now!"

The Jiang clansmen, who were awakened by a word, shouted excitedly and picked up the rattan net, and the primitive chickens that were in a mess were a mess!

In less than ten minutes, more than a dozen primordial chickens ran away from the field, and the rest were all caught by the Jiang clansmen!

Mu Feng counted the number, one hundred and twelve!

He couldn't stop laughing: "It's another bumper harvest!"