I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

The day of trading in the market is approaching again, this time Mu Feng plans to go to the Black Bear Club again.

After all, every time I go to the black bear department, it seems that I have gained.

Since Da Huyou helped him gain a large population again, he planned to go to the black bear department to thank this old guy, and take a trip to the valley near the black water department.

A while ago, he went to the Geotechnical Department because of the fire in his heart, and he forgot the valley that Zhahe said.

After returning to the tribe, Zhahe dared to mention this, saying that it was because Mu Feng had a dark face and no one dared to talk to him.

Mu Feng was helpless, secretly sighing that doing things with emotions really affects efficiency-it shouldn't have been so troublesome.

So he began to ask Lihu and Mingguang to prepare things, and then he had to set off at about the same time.

And he is squatting on the tomato geography and picking tomatoes to eat-the tomatoes are already a lot red.

Because Mu Feng is often not in the tribe, these tomatoes are taken care of by the white teeth.

In fact, before Mu Feng ate tomatoes, Bai Ya and the others had eaten them. When they returned to the tribe, Bai Ya still excitedly told him how delicious tomatoes are.

In particular, she loves to eat oxalate fruits in the wild, and she loves these kinds of fruits and vegetables with attractive colors and unique flavors.

Of course, in addition to tomatoes, cucumbers have also grown a lot.

Mu Feng was a little depressed. He originally expected that these tomatoes and cucumbers would be big enough for four or five hundred people to try.

But the tribe now has 1,700 people, and it suddenly became insufficient.

No way, before that, he had to ask Lihu to discuss with Baiya, and after the tomatoes became red, they were given to the tribesmen in batches.

Until next year's season is suitable for planting, we will have more varieties.

As for cucumbers, because they are large in quantity, they are more than enough whether they are eaten separately or cooked.

There are also a lot of chili and beans.

What makes Mu Feng a little speechless is that the pepper seeds are obviously also "strings", and the peppers produced are not small, but the spicy taste is really not good.

Even so, after being sent to Jiyang and taught him to cook a few spicy dishes, the appetite of the few people who tried it on the spot increased a lot.

"Oh!" Mu Feng exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, "It seems that this pepper cannot be used in a large area, otherwise the tribe's food will be consumed too quickly. This should wait until there is enough food before it can be put into consumption!"

He once again remembered the Silk Road to communicate between the East and the West. One thing that made Westerners fall in love with it was the spice.

Although spices are only seasonings, they are important materials that can stimulate exchanges between the East and the West mainland!

Suddenly he was a little aware of the role of these peppers and the mountain peppers in the tribe that were already hanging with green fruits.

"These things may be dispensable for the small tribe, but not necessarily for the big tribe!" Mu Feng's eyes lit up, "They don't lack food, they lack this seasoning!"

In the afternoon, Mu Feng was fine, eating melons and fruits under the pergola of Yuelou, practicing Chinese characters.

This place has now become Mufeng's "office space" for special personnel-used to hold a small meeting and discuss things with people in the tribe. Ordinary people have rarely come here.

There is a clay pot on the table of the pavilion, and the red tomatoes are in the pot.

In addition to tomatoes, there are a few cucumbers.

This is a pleasant moment for Mu Feng.

At this moment, someone outside the Tulou began to shout: "Great Chief, Great Chief, someone is coming!"

Listen to the sound, it is clear light!

"This Mingguang!" Mu Feng frowned. "Isn't he supposed to supervise the slaves to dig ditches and build the mirror city now? Why is he back now?"

Without waiting for him to go out to see what happened, Mingguang's voice yelled again, with surprises clearly in his voice: "Warchief, someone is here, it's also Maduo from the Blue Bird Club!"

Mu Feng was taken aback: "Maduo, Ke Changning?"

Before he could react, Ke Changning's voice floated over like a oriole: "Warchief, I'm coming to see you!"

Only then did Mu Feng walked out and found that Mingguang was leading Changning to the Tulou.

This time, Changning was dressed in light linen, exposing large areas of skin that had been visibly tanned by the sun, with joy on her pretty face, and her eyebrows curled.

After seeing Mu Feng, her face was full of joy: "Warchief!"

Mu Feng looked at her and then at Mingguang.

Mingguang hurriedly said, "Warchief, Matuo has brought us a lot of salt this time!"

"A lot of salt?" Mu Feng asked unexpectedly, "How many cans?"

Without waiting for Mingguang’s answer, Changning immediately smiled and said, “This time it’s not made of stone cans, we should use animal skin bags!”

"Animal skin bag?" Mu Feng was surprised.

Seeing Mu Feng’s expression, Changning’s pretty face smiled: “If you don’t mind, can I let my people drive the cattle with salt into your tribe?”

Mu Feng thought for a while, but he was not polite, and nodded and said, "Ming Guang, but they should install salt in the earth building on the three-story wall!"

Mingguang nodded hurriedly: "Yes!"

Changning smiled and said, "Warchief, can you discuss something with you?"

Mu Feng wondered: "What's the matter, you say!"

Changning looked back at the second-layer protective wall: "When I came, I saw the white tooth picking a red fruit there to eat. She gave me one. The taste is too good. Can you give me more to eat? what?"

"Just for this?" Mu Feng asked with a smile.

"Well, that's the kind of fruit!" Chang Ning said with a firm gaze, as if Mu Feng would be disappointed if she didn't agree.

"Yes!" Mu Feng waved his hand, "Just take care of it, don't care about it!"

"Huh?" Changning was puzzled, "What do you mean?"

Mu Feng smiled and waved his hand: "You just eat what you want!"

Then he motioned to Changning to come to the gazebo of Yuelou patio with himself

Changning glanced at the red tomatoes, and without waiting for Mu Feng's signal, she went straight to take one and took a bite without waiting.

The red juice came out immediately, and she hurriedly sucked it for fear of wasting it.

Seeing that Mu Fengzheng was grinning helplessly, she hurriedly stuck out her tongue, but unexpectedly the tomato juice also flowed out from the corner of her mouth.

"Ah!" Chang Ning drank, and hurriedly covered his mouth with his hands, and licked the corners of his mouth with his tongue, for fear of wasting a bit.

It can be seen that she loves tomatoes very much.

Without waiting for Mu Feng to speak, she found out that the New World was the same, and looked at the paper in surprise, "What is this?"

Mu Feng smiled and said: "Words!"

"Words?" Changning made gestures by himself, frowning in confusion, "How is this different from the ‘pattern’ of our tribe’s great witch Zhu?"

"Wen?" Mu Feng frowned, then drank low.

Changning ate tomatoes and gestured: "Yes, we Dawuzhu created a pattern for us to learn, but it's too difficult. I haven't learned a few until now."

"What kind of pattern, can you write it to me?" Mu Feng asked.

Changning didn't doubt that he was there. He was holding the pen left and right. He simply lost the brush and started to "paint" on the paper with his hand dipped in ink.

She drew a circle that looked like a circle but was somewhat square, and then drew crooked lines around the circle.

Mu Feng asked strangely: "What is this?"

Changning looked serious and serious: "We Dawuzhu said, this is the sun!"

"The sun?" Mu Feng looked at it carefully, and then realized that the non-circular and non-square thing in the middle is the sun, and the twisted lines around it should be the sun's rays.

Mu Feng breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was inevitably shocked: "The Great Witch Zhu from the Blue Bird Department is indeed amazing, and he has already begun to think about creating words!"

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