I am a chief in a primitive tribe

Yellow clay is generally the soil silted up in the ancient road of the big river, and it is the earliest soil used to draw blanks to make pottery in history.

Mu Feng originally thought that he could find some silt soil from the river, and then find some sand pond mud to make some stoneware, which would be better than using stone jars to hold everything.

But I didn't expect to find yellow clay here!

Yellow clay can be made of black pottery, black pottery pottery is hard, the skin has no enamel but black and shiny.

In other words, the pottery made of yellow clay is not only lightweight, but can also be used to hold water, ensuring that the water source will not be polluted.

Seeing Mu Feng's surprise voice, the people around came forward and asked, "Great Chief, have you found what you want?"

"Found it!" Mu Feng laughed, grabbed a handful of yellow clay from the pit, and crushed it with his hands, "This is the soil!"

Mingguang's face was full of doubts: "What is the use of this soil, our tribe also has a lot of soil, why do you have to come here to find it?"

Mu Feng shook his head: "It's different!" Okay, now hurry up and dig up the soil, and bring it back to be useful!"

"Yes!"

So Mingguang took the lead and began to dig with bone knives one by one.

Because someone was digging in the soil, Mu Feng just took advantage of this moment to wander around.

Considering that the surrounding grass beach was too deep, no one knew if there were any wild beasts nearby, and he didn't dare to go far, so he just pulled the shovel around to see if there was anything he found.

Unexpectedly, he really found an unexpectedly familiar plant in the grass.

"Watercres!" Mu Feng was stunned for a moment, carefully looked at the leaves, and then looked at the rhizome, and found that this plant, which was more than half a meter long, was really watercress!

He stretched out his hand and tore off the cress, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, the smell was really peculiar to cress, and it was very rushing.

"There must be more than one watercress tree as soon as it appears!" Mu Feng pushed aside the grass by the river again, and sure enough, he found a small piece of watercress

"Haha!" Mu Feng smiled, "Yes, yes, there is something edible on the recipe again!" Although

the watercress has the word "water" in its name, it can actually grow in places with little water.

It's just that the rhizome of watercress won't grow very long, but the leaves will be very lush.

But cress is naturally full of leaf flavor and rhizome taste, which is the favorite of Mufeng.

The moment he saw the cress, he decided that he wanted to transplant the cress into the tribe.

You know, the transplantation of cress is also very simple, similar to bamboo, as long as one rhizome can be transplanted, many trees can be derived.

This small piece is enough to eat a meal of stems and leaves, and then the rhizomes are transplanted to the tribe.

As soon as he said so, he scooped up his shovel and began to dig up cress, and soon he found quite a few.

And Mingguang also dug a lot of yellow clay.

"Great Chief!" Mingguang motioned to Mu Feng, "The animal skin pockets you brought are all loaded with soil, do you want to go back now?"

"Well, go back!" Mu Feng nodded, and used the backpack he brought to put the cress on his back, and then got up and went back.

The group was carrying yellow clay, and they all looked at each other with strange expressions, feeling helpless.

They are all members of the hunting team, and they used to come out to hunt and find food, but now they are digging here and carrying the soil, and they really don't know what the big chief is thinking.

However, after a few hunts, they all knew about it, and they didn't understand what the big chief was doing, so they just had to do what they were asked to do.

At least so far, the Great Chief hasn't let them run in vain.

And they didn't expect the trip to be so smooth this time, and they came to the river just to dig up the soil and have to go back.

A group of about a dozen people cautiously returned the way they came.

This road was the "safest" route they had found many times before – there were more grassy flats nearby, and large beasts were not infested here.

This is also illustrated by the fact that everything went smoothly when I came.

It's just unfortunate that it didn't go so smoothly when I went back.

Mingguang, who was at the front of the group, suddenly stopped, motioned for everyone to stay put, and then he slowly crouched down, leaning his ears close to the ground of the grass beach to listen to the sound.

"Huh?" Seeing this, Mu Feng tightened his heart.

The dangers of the wilderness he had learned in his previous life, even in modern times when wild beasts were scarce, it was also dangerous in the deep mountains and grasslands.

What's more, it is a primitive society right now!

And the people around him all squatted down at this time, carefully put down the yellow clay on their backs, and picked up the bamboo javelin in their hands.

Mu Feng frowned, and then put down the back basket, picked up the shovel, and waited for the battle.

There was a sudden "rustling" sound around me, and it was obvious that something was running in the grass.

"What's that?" a question rose in Mu Feng's heart.

At this time, Mingguang turned his face to look in one direction, stretched out his hand and silently brushed away the grass in front of him.

Everyone looked at the gap he had opened.

At just one glance, everyone's hearts were shocked, including Mu Feng!

Because not far from the gap, a huge python with its head held high swam quickly in the meadow like a yacht.

Although it was separated by a distance, Mu Feng still felt that the head of the python was half the size of a human!

Based on this speculation, this python was only afraid that it was more than six or seven meters!

"Titan Python?" This word was the first thing that came to Mu Feng's mind.