I am a chief in a primitive tribe

Forty or so wild boars!

When all the wild boars appeared, Mu Feng was taken aback: "Why are there so many! These wild boars are not far from the tribe, why hasn't Mingguang come here to hunt before?"

But after thinking about it, he understood that this group of wild boars was so numerous, and it was very aggressive, plus the hunting team in the tribe only had about fifty people, and the weapons used were nothing more than some sticks.

Even if they all come, they are not necessarily the opponents of these wild boars!

This is the cruelty of primitive society, and human beings are on the weak side in the face of wild beasts and nature.

But Mu Feng believed that this only existed in the Jiang clan before, and now that he was the big chief, this situation would change.

Not only did he have to catch wild boars, but he also had to raise wild boars!

But this group of wild boars looked like there were more than forty of them, which was really beyond Mu Feng's expectations.

He watched as the boar scrambled for the scattered mushroom crumbs on the ground as he thought of a way to catch the boar.

Shuofeng on the side did not dare to come out, and looked at the wild boar group nervously, for fear that they would suddenly find the traces of the two.

Fortunately, the boars just snatched the broken mushrooms and arched for a while, and then walked away in a noisy manner.

There was a peculiar smell of pigs around.

The two waited for the boar to go away, and then came out of the hiding place.

Shuo Feng looked at Mu Feng with trepidation: "Great Chief, this, there are so many wild boars, it's not easy to catch! Even if the hunting team of the tribe comes, there is nothing to do with them!"

"Well, the number is indeed a bit much!" Mu Feng nodded.

If there were twenty or thirty of them, he would have to find a way to dig a bigger trap.

But for more than 40 wild boars, what needs to be considered is not to catch, but to raise.

You know, the destructive power and revenge of wild boars can not be ignored, he has seen two wild boars before, escaped after being caught, crazy revenge, and as a result, he overturned the sweet potato field in a mountain village.

If these more than 40 wild boars are all caught, who can guarantee that there will be no accidents.

There are only about 200 people in the tribe now, and they can't afford to be tormented like this.

But once so many wild boars are captured and domesticated, the meat of the tribe will be guaranteed.

After all, whether it is sheep or chickens, no matter the number of cubs born in the future or the amount of meat produced, it cannot be compared with pigs.

"Looks like we have to go back and think about it!" Mu Feng looked at the sky, it was already evening, "Okay, let's go back! See if there are any wild vegetables to eat along the way, and pick them back together!"

"Okay!" Shuo Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and finally went back.

This trip with the Great Chieftain was not dangerous, but it was thrilling enough.

Especially the wild boar that was so big that he felt palpitations before, it was so close to them.

On the way back, Shuo Feng was cautious, no longer thinking about hunting, but followed Mu Feng without leaving an inch.

Mu Feng is an old god, and he returns the way he came just now, thinking about how to catch wild boars and see if there are any edible wild vegetables around.

As a result, he really found a small piece of wild mountain onions!

Seeing the wild mountain onions as thick as leeks, Mu Feng was almost about to cheer.

This time I came out to find spices and wild vegetables, but the wild vegetables found shepherd's cabbage and mushrooms, but the spices only found shallots.

"Hahaha!" Mu Feng laughed and dug out this small piece of wild onion with a shovel, and then put it in his bamboo basket.

He had already thought in his heart that he would use wild onions and tree flowers in the evening, plus a primitive chicken stew, to taste the chicken soup that he had not seen for a long time.

As for the other shallots, he had to plant them, leaving the seeds so that the whole tribe would have this spice.

To be honest, he couldn't stand the bowl of chicken soup that he stewed for Shuofeng in the morning.

That is, Shuofeng has never drunk chicken soup, so he will find it delicious.

Shuo Feng saw Mu Feng smiling happily, and couldn't help but ask, "Great Chief, what good things have happened to you?"

"Hmm!" Mu Feng raised the wild onion in his hand, "This thing, called wild onion, can be added when you stew chicken soup, and with tree flowers, it tastes even better than the one you drank in the morning!"

"Really?" Shuo Feng was excited, "Can it be better than what I drank in the morning?"

"I haven't seen the world!" Mu Feng couldn't help but blurt out, " You'll know when you drink it!"

"What is the world?" Shuo Feng scratched his head, "Is it delicious?"

Mu Feng hurriedly waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, you just need to know that this thing will taste good in the soup! When you go out and see such things in the future, you will also dig them up and bring them back to the tribe to plant!"

"Yes!" Although Shuo Feng was strange, he still nodded.

When Mu Feng had dug up all the wild onions, he continued to rush to the tribe.

On the way, they picked some mushrooms and dug up some wild camellia.

As soon as he returned to the tribe, Mu Feng hurriedly carried a bamboo basket on his back and found a vacant lot near his cave, dug the loose soil with a shovel, and left some of it as ingredients for dinner, and planted the rest for him.

Shepherd's cabbage and wild onions, this is the first batch of vegetables that Mu Feng planted in the primitive society.

After planting these wild vegetables, Mu Feng went to the well to fetch water.

If the newly planted seedlings are not watered, it will be difficult for the roots to take root in the new soil – a lesson he learned from growing vegetables himself in his previous life.

I didn't think about it, but now I use it again.