I am a chief in a primitive tribe

In the evening, Mu Feng came to the west of the tribe.

The Jiang clan is located in a place surrounded by mountains on three sides, leaving only one exit to the west, and a relatively low jungle to the west, from which previous raiders entered the tribe.

And what Mu Feng has to do is to build a protective wall on the side of the tribe!

"Dig such a deep ditch from here to there first, and bury the tree branches!" Mu Feng said as he did, picked up a bone knife and dug it into the ground, and then took a three-meter-long tree branch and stuck it in it, and stepped on it with his feet.

He stood up, took the bone knife and drew a line along the foot of the mountain not far from the tree he had buried, and said, "All the branches of the tree are buried as deep as I do!"

"Yes!" Mingguang took the lead in responding.

"Also, wait until the branches of the tree are buried from here to there, and then pile up the stones behind the tree, just like this!" said

Mu Feng, who picked up the stones again and piled them up one by one, just like the walls of the previous life.

"What is this for?" Mingguang was confused, and walked up to Mu Feng carefully, "Great Chief, what are you doing all this?"

Mu Feng thought for a moment, trying to tell him in simple words: "I want to build a wall here to protect the clan!"

"Wall?" Mingguang was dumbfounded, "Protect the clan?"

Mu Feng was really a little speechless, Mingguang didn't even know what the "wall" was.

However, he was relieved when he thought about it, after all, the entire tribe, and even the entire era, were still in a period of ignorance.

"The wall is to block the people outside and prevent them from easily entering the tribe!" Mu Feng explained, burying the branches with everyone himself.

When the tree was buried two or three meters away, he began to build the wall again.

Some of the stones were not very smooth, so he took a smaller one and struck it, smashed off the particularly prominent parts, and then built them up.

Mingguang was stunned, no one in the tribe had ever done this, and no one knew what the point of doing this was.

He squatted down honestly, and built stones with Mu Feng, and while laying stones, he asked, "Chief, this wall is so high, others can't get in, how can we get out?"

"Oh!" Mu Feng suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly got up and said, "Don't bury trees here, and don't build walls!"

He remembered that he seemed to have forgotten where he left the door.

Fortunately, the tree was not buried in the position he said, so there was no waste of effort.

Dozens of people worked together, and it didn't take long for the tree to be buried, and it became a fence on the periphery, and the stone wall was behind it, becoming a wall.

Mu Feng looked at the gaps in the wall, and smeared them with water and mud to reinforce them. However, he found it difficult for the tribe to use water, so he had to give up, remembering that once the problem of food was solved, the problem of drinking water had to be solved as soon as it was solved.

He took a look at the system, and the later tasks also had to solve the water source problem, and the achievement point was 300 points.

However, compared with drinking water, the safety and food and clothing of the tribe are obviously more important at the moment, so this matter has to be postponed.

Seeing that the fence and stone wall had been built, Mu Feng said again: "Now bury the roots of the thorn trees you dug up near the tree, and then put all the thorn trees on the tree!"

"Huh?"

"This ......"

There was a burst of exclamations from the crowd.

The reason why it is a thorn tree is because it resembles a modern wall climbing rose, with thorns on it.

It's just that the thorny wood is thicker than the cane of the rose, and the thorns are longer, more than an inch shorter, and two inches long!

When these thorny canes were dug up, many of them had strains and punctures, and now they were buried near the tree, and it was inevitable that some people would be injured.

"Chief, this is ......" Mingguang stopped talking.

Mu Feng was about to explain, but found that Lihu had helped the old chief over.

"Ah Gong!" Mu Feng stepped forward to support the old man.

The old man stretched out his hand and put it on Mu Feng's arm, looked at the protective wall that had been built, and looked at the thorny wood that was being buried, and asked suspiciously: "What is this?"

Mu Feng patiently explained: "It's Meng Chun now, and the tree can still sprout and grow when buried." Thorn trees can grow up along the tree, forming a protective wall with the tree. In this way, if anyone wants to rob the Jiang clan, they must pass through this wall full of thorns!" The

old man's eyes lit up, and he looked at Mu Feng in surprise: "This is really a good method, why didn't we come up with it before!"

Lihu and Mingguang next to him only understood Mu Feng's intentions at this time, and their faces showed surprise.

Mu Feng said: "Now the most important thing for the tribe is safety and food, and now that the safety of the tribe is guaranteed, the next step is to solve the problem of food." Saying

that, he looked at Lihu: "Uncle Lihu, how much food is there in the tribe now?"

Lihu's face was ugly: "There is not much left, not enough for two days!"

"This ......" Mu Feng originally had bad intentions in his heart, but he didn't expect the situation to be so bad.

Mingguang bowed his head: "It's me who is useless!" Mu

Feng waved his hand: "You have done a good job, but the method is not right." I'll follow you this time, I have a way to help you catch more prey!"

"Method?" Mingguang showed confusion on his face, and then changed to joy, "More prey?"

"Hmm!" Mu Feng nodded, "I have a way!"

"But ......" Mingguang was still arguing while looking at the old man.

The old man didn't speak, just looked at Mu Feng.

"I'm the chief!" Mu Feng said firmly.

Mingguang had to agree.