I am a chief in a primitive tribe

The aroma of chicken broth appealed to the entire tribe as they had never smelled anything so fragrant before.

Mu Feng watched amusefully as the clansmen waited for the soup one by one holding bowls.

White Fang, who was cooking the soup, attracted much attention, and everyone tasted the saltiness with a wooden spoon in front of the wooden wind, and then gave the spoon to the tribe to distribute food.

The fairest man in a tribe is the one who is in charge of the utensils for distributing food, and Yang is such a spoon bearer.

Taking the spoon from White Fang's hand, Kazuo was also very excited, as he was about to distribute the most delicious food in the tribe to date!

"Don't worry, everyone has a share!" Geyang took the spoon and began to divide the soup.

Everyone was given soup and chicken.

Although there are only more than 20 chickens, each one is almost ten or twenty pounds - all of them are big chickens.

In addition, there are a lot of bamboo shoots and mushrooms, so everyone's stone bowl is full and fragrant.

For a while, the entire Jiang clan was shrouded in a fragrant smell, and everyone drank soup and ate meat happily with a stone bowl.

"This kind of food tastes really good!" "

It turns out that the chicken is stewed like this!"

"This grass-like mushroom is also delicious!"

"It turns out that bamboo sprouts can also be eaten!" Mu

Feng watched the people of the tribe gather together with stone bowls, squatting or standing, happily drinking the soup, and felt very satisfied.

He himself stood on the high ground with a stone bowl and said, "Everyone has drunk chicken soup now, does it taste good?"

Everyone responded together: "Okay!"

Mu Feng asked again: "Are the bamboo shoots and mushrooms in the soup delicious?"

Everyone responded in unison: "It's delicious!"

Mu Feng nodded with satisfaction: "Then what I want to tell you now is that not only mushrooms and bamboo shoots can be eaten, but there are many other things that can be eaten in the wild!" And we can all grow and eat these things ourselves!" The

Jiang clan people began to discuss: "Really, great!"

"But how do you grow it?"

"Didn't the big chief say that he still needs to grow corn?"

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Hearing everyone's discussion, Mu Feng smiled and said, "Now I think everyone understands that we will not only grow mushrooms, but also corn in the future, and many other things!"

Someone soon asked: "Great Chief, how to grow corn?"

Mu Feng smiled: "This is easy! When everyone finishes eating, we will plant corn in the west of the tribe!"

"Okay!" The crowd cheered.

Seeing that the clansmen understood the necessity of planting corn, Mu Feng secretly congratulated himself that he had thought of a good way.

After all, with the ability of the tribesmen to understand, if they simply talk about the benefits of growing crops, they may not be able to understand.

Now he just made everyone understand through a meal, adding mushrooms and bamboo shoots, that what he ate was not only meat, but also plants growing in the ground.

Soon everyone finished eating, and they all looked at Mu Feng with blank eyes.

They all understood now that if they did what Mu Feng said, they would have endless delicious food in the future, and they didn't have to worry about food anymore.

Mu Feng nodded: "Everyone bring bone knives, go to the west of the tribe and dig up all the grass in that clearing, and turn over the soil by the way!"

So everyone did as Mu Feng said, and took the bone knives and began to dig the soil.

Because of the encouragement of the wood wind, everyone was full of enthusiasm and worked very seriously in digging the soil and selecting grass.

So much so that not a single blade of grass could be seen on the ground that had been turned over by the tribesmen.

"I'll go, this effect is even better than plowing the land!" Mu Feng looked at the large open space that was quickly cleared, and couldn't help but sigh, "There should be two or three acres, right?"

Lihu stood in the turned field, looked around, and looked at Mu Feng a little blankly: "Great Chief, now that the grass here has been cleared, isn't the tribe different from the jungle?"

Mu Feng understood what Lihu meant.

Things in the clan should blend in with their surroundings so that they don't stand out too much in the wilderness.

Naturally, there are a lot of unnecessary risks that are reduced.

He smiled and shook his head: "We're all going to farm, why do we have to be like the jungle?"

After a pause, he added, "I know you're worried." Don't worry, we won't have to worry about any danger from the wilderness jungle in the future!"

After Mu Feng's words, Lihu was completely relieved.

He nodded solemnly: "Then how should we grow corn now?"

"I'll teach you!" Mu Feng took a bone knife and dug a small pit about seven or eight centimeters deep in the ground, put down a corn kernel, buried the soil he had just dug with his feet against the pit, and stepped on it with two more feet.

Then he dug another pit more than ten centimeters away from the location of the small pit just now, and concocted it according to the law.

Then he raised his head and looked at the people around him: "From here to there, plant in this direction!" Jiang

clan people, you look at me, I look at you, and their faces are clearly curious.

Lihu scratched his head: "Then what if I plant it all the way there?"

Mu Feng was helpless: "Won't you start another line?"

"This ......" Lihu was embarrassed, and he still didn't understand.

Mu Feng then dug another pit at the location of the pit he had just dug laterally, and then pointed in the direction and looked at Lihu: "Now I understand?"

"Oh oh!" Not only Lihu, but also other people understand now.

However, Lihu asked another question: "Big Chief, corn kernels can grow corn when planted, but what about corn cobs?"

Mu Feng was completely speechless: "Corn cobs can't be planted, they can be used as firewood!"

After a pause, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he grinned and said, "No, the corn cob can be used to grow mushrooms when crushed!"