I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

Mu Feng didn't need to worry too much about spreading the ashes. He just took a look when Bai Fang was leading people to spread the ashes, to make sure that the spread was more even and then he left.

Two pieces of soap were placed directly in front of Grandpa’s thatched hut.

Although the old man is now silly and roundabout, Mu Feng also wanted to make him be treated the same as other people in the tribe.

He has not been able to unravel the memory he passed to him, so much so that Mu Feng himself gave up-it has no effect on him anyway.

People of the tribe began to use soap to wash their hands, all marveling at the strangeness of soap.

When eating, Mu Feng said in front of everyone: "Soap is here. You must wash your hands before each meal, so that everyone will eat less bacteria, and naturally you will get less sick!"

"There is also well water, which will be boiled in stone pots before drinking, which can also reduce bacteria!"

"bacterial?"

"What are bacteria?"

Many people asked.

Mu Feng had no choice but to explain again: "Bacteria are very small bugs, too small to be seen by the eyes. But if you eat it, you will get sick, mild stomach pains, diarrhea, and severe ones will kill you!"

"Ah!" someone exclaimed, "No wonder my stomach hurts after drinking cold water a few days ago!"

"The well water we drink is cleaner than drinking water. Wouldn't it be more bacteria if we drink river water?"

"My father used to drank the river water and said that his stomach hurts, and then..." The man cried loudly.

Mu Feng was silent, and the memories in his mind that some of the tribe's mature men died of illnesses were also recalled at this time.

Even in the last looting of the Mang Dragon Ministry, many people were not killed by the Mang Dragon Ministry, but were infected with bacteria.

And the Jiang clan members all looked at Mu Feng at this time: "Warchief, if you can tell us earlier!"

Mu Feng was helpless, he hadn't crossed over at that time.

He looked serious: "So if you want to prevent this from happening in the future, just follow my request!"

Everyone saluted respectfully at this time: "Follow the instructions of the warchief!"

After the meal, Mu Feng asked Mingguang to continue to supervise the construction of bows and arrows, leaving Lihu behind.

"Except for the hunting team, gather all the young men in the tribe. We are going to start building toilets and bathing places!"

"Yes!" Lihu agreed.

Since knowing the existence of bacteria, now Mu Feng said he would agree, because he had seen those things happen with his own eyes, and he didn't want the tribe to repeat the same mistakes.

Mu Feng nodded, and led a group of people to the west of the tribe and the foot of the North Mountain, where the terrain was the lowest part of the tribe and also near the pigpen.

He chose a piece at the upwind near the pigsty, the terrain is also high, and he went up a little bit more up the mountain: "You guys, come out here first!"

"Then I dug about 20 pits here, keep a good place between the pits, and put stones in the middle later!"

"This side is dug through and built with stones, just like building a wall, and the small gap in the middle is filled with finer stones!"

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Mufeng chose the method of combining public toilets with rural soil toilets. They all chose stone wall coverings, covered with thin stone slabs, and connected with a long trench behind the pit, so that water can be washed away.

He built another one behind a wall, and so did.

In the end, he let people build walls around these pits with rammed earth, and then paste the grass mud on the outermost layer.

Although the two toilets are large and a little troublesome to build, fortunately, there are many people and it took less than half a day to build them.

Next is the bathing place. The bathing place is simple and simple, and troublesome and troublesome. This makes Mu Feng a little entangled.

Because the bathing place must be accompanied by a large amount of water, the soil erosion will be more serious if the large amount of water is used.

It's not a problem at all on the modern earth. Concrete floors and floor tiles can be done directly.

However, he doesn't have these things on hand right now, which is a big problem.

Unless something that is resistant to scouring is spliced ​​together, you can find a way to glue and fix it with fine sand or yellow cement.

After he arranged for Lihu to dig the trench under the open beta and connect it to the pigpen, he paced the tribe himself to see if he could have any inspiration.

Not to mention, he really found something that could solve the problem-black bamboo.

The moment he saw the black bamboo, he felt a bright light in his eyes, and thought: "No wonder in the previous life, people said that if you want to make new discoveries, you have to go out for a walk if you don't have anything to do."

After seeing the black-skin bamboo, he felt a bright light in his eyes.

He thought of the southerners in the previous life who flattened bamboo to make wide bamboo sheets, and connected them together to make bamboo beds.

You don’t need a mat when you sleep. It’s tightly fitted, tight and impervious, and it’s more comfortable and comfortable to sleep on.

"Yes!" Mu Feng grinned unconsciously: "This mountain of black bamboo is the best impermeable material!"

He set off to return, let Lihu arrange the ditches, and then led him straight to the black bamboo forest, starting to chop the bamboo.

Lihu was both excited and confused.

The excitement is that he knows that the warchief wants him to do something, there must be a "new action".

The puzzle is that he doesn't even know what the warchief wants him to do.

Because up to now, he hasn't understood the effect of digging a pit and ramming the soil, and then digging a trench behind it to connect with the periphery of the pigpen.

However, Lihu couldn't understand it and shook his head secretly: "I don't want to, anyway, there is a warchief. Only the wisdom of the warchief can figure out such complicated things!"

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