I am a chief in a primitive tribe

Mu Feng's hint is enough for Han Shu to understand, but it is not broken, as long as Han Shu understands it and then goes to archery, it is bound to get twice the result with half the effort.

Sure enough, after Han Shu thought about it seriously for a while, the light in his eyes grew.

He didn't say a word, frowned and stared at the leaf that Mu Feng said, and looked at it for a long time, his eyes didn't blink.

"Brother Mufeng!" Bai Fang asked in a low voice, his pretty face full of doubts, "What is he doing standing there stupidly?"

"Shhh

Not surprisingly, the arrow went straight through the leaf!

Everyone was shocked!

"Cold Tree!"

"Cold Tree can be so powerful!"

Everyone was shocked by Cold Tree's archery skills.

On the other hand, Hanshu didn't make a sound at this time, but frowned on the spot, thinking carefully, obviously thinking about the feeling of the arrow just now.

"Hmm!" Mu Feng smiled, raising his hand to signal everyone not to make a noise and let Hanshu feel it himself.

Everyone immediately dared not come out.

After a while, Han Shu respectfully put down his bow and arrows, and saluted on one knee and one hand: "Thank you for the guidance of Great Chief!"

Mu Feng waved his hand: "Okay, get up, your understanding is good!" Han

Shu stood up and said, "But I still can't shoot arrows as fast as the Great Chief!"

Mu Feng smiled: "Don't rush at this time, now that you have mastered the trick, you can get faster and faster with hard practice!"

"Yes!" Han Shu nodded solemnly.

The people around them all cast admiring glances at the cold tree, and at the same time, they became more and more in awe of the wood wind.

Just now, Hanshu was almost as good as them, and after a sentence or two of guidance from the Great Chief, he could now shoot arrows at the constantly shaking leaves?

If he can shoot the leaves, does that mean that he can also shoot the birds?

And all this is only because the Great Chief said a few words.

The strong have always been admired in the tribe, and this has nothing to do with age.

Especially the archery technique of the Great Chief just now, which is obviously far away from the cold tree, how can this not make them be in awe?"

"Okay, everyone has also seen it, as long as we practice hard and can shoot the arrow target, the Great Chief will also teach us, and we can be like the cold tree when the time comes!" Mingguang shouted at the right time.

Not to mention, after he shouted like this, the fighting spirit of the already high morale of the hunting team soldiers rose again, shouting "hurry up, hurry up", and compete to practice first.

Mu Feng finally had time to sit on the ground and rest for a while, and then added some charcoal to the cave.

He estimated that the charcoal fire would be almost ready to be extinguished and the pottery would be taken out.

Through the small holes specially left in this cave, you can see that the pottery inside has been burned to the same color as the flame.

He estimated that the enamel and clay should have oxidized, and the coated ones had also been coated, so he extinguished the charcoal fire, waited for the temperature of the cave to cool down, and then took a shovel to open the door of the cave, revealing eighteen pieces of pottery inside.

It's just that to Mu Feng's surprise, three of the eighteen pottery pieces were burned, all of which were small bowls that were too thin.

He carefully dipped the green bamboo clip he had prepared in advance into the water to clamp the pottery, and there was still a sound of "bang" on the bamboo clip.

He took out the pottery one by one, and looked at it carefully while it was cool.

The fifteen pieces of pottery are all in good condition, with uniform fetal quality, dark black and red in color, and the epidermis is covered with a layer of black and gray glossy enamel.

Although it is not a famous artifact, it is of great significance to the Jiang clan, because this is the first batch of pottery of the clan!

" Mu Feng grinned.

Bai Fang, who had been watching from the side, watched Mu Feng's actions and couldn't help but ask, "Why are you so happy?"

Mu Feng said with a smile: "The pottery has been made, so we won't have to use a container as heavy as a stone jar in the future." "

Really?" White Fang's face was full of anticipation, "I want to try it too!"

Mu Feng smiled, "Of course you can, you just wait." Mingguang

, who was not far away, had the heart to come over to see how the pottery was, but was rejected by Mu Feng's gesture with a look.

His meaning was obvious: "If you should do your own business, don't make a fool

of yourself!" Mingguang retreated.

Mu Feng waited left and right, and finally when he reached out to the pottery and couldn't feel the heat, he carefully held the pottery and put it in the stone jar to accelerate the cooling.

There was no overreaction in the stone jar, but the temperature of the water was still a little high.

After washing back and forth several times, Mu Feng picked up a pottery bowl, put it in his hand, and knocked it twice more to make sure that the sound was the same as the one in his memory, and then he grinned.

"Hahaha, it's done!" he laughed and scooped a bowl of water from a clay bowl, which felt much lighter than a stone pot.

"Come on, White Fang, you can try it too!" said Mu Feng, handing the clay bowl to White Fang.

The white fangs lifted their hands in a posture, and they were to follow.

Mu Feng laughed and said, "This is not a stone jar, don't be so troublesome!"

"Huh?" White Fang took it and whispered, "This ...... The pottery is so light, it doesn't feel too strenuous!" her

pretty face was full of surprise, and she looked at Mu Feng expectantly: "Brother Mu Feng, can you give me this pottery bowl?"

"Yes!" Mu Feng laughed loudly, "This is just the first batch of trial work." Soon everyone in our tribe will be using this light pottery!"

He looked at the basin-sized pot again, "Let's try this pot!"

After he had cooled the pot with water, he gently held it in both hands.

This is simply incredible in the eyes of White Fang.

Because of the same large stone pot, she would never have been able to hold it before!

"This is the clay pot!" Mu Feng was very satisfied with Bai Fang's surprised reaction, and laughed.