I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

"Great Chief!" Lihu and Mingguang were both handling slavery on the second-layer protective wall. Seeing Mu Feng coming, they hurried forward.

"Well, how is the slave?" Mu Feng asked.

Mingguang grinned and said with a weird smile: "What else? At the beginning, I wanted to resist. I asked Hanshu to beat them one by one and became more obedient. It's just that the hands that beat people hurt a little!"

"You beat it with your hands?" Mu Feng was strange, "I didn't use a stick?"

Mingguang shook his head: "It's used, but if I hit a stick too much, I can't help it!"

Mu Feng was helpless. He wanted to say, "It's better to be a master of hands than to be beaten passively", but when he turned his face and suddenly saw that there was resentment on the faces of these people with black teeth, he immediately became angry again.

Obviously, these people in the black tooth department now understand that the Jiang clan will not kill them, but tie them like this, letting them work like a wild beast.

Although the food is small, will they die for a while?

They were beaten up and down, and these people didn't bother to conceal their emotions anymore.

Mu Feng snorted in his nose: "It seems that I am too kind, I don't kill you, I really think I am a good man!"

"Lihu, go and take some of the soaked paper mulberry bark and ramie bark!" Mu Feng shouted.

"Warchief, you want to..." He immediately realized Mu Feng's tone was blunt, and hurriedly stopped, "Yes!"

So he ran back to the tribe, retrieved two small bundles of wet ramie and mulberry bark, and handed them to Mu Feng.

Mu Feng took it, tried it twice with a hand, nodded in satisfaction, then squatted directly on the ground and twisted six or seven ramie skins, twisted three or five ramie skins, and mixed them into three equal parts. , Strand by strand, began to weave the rope.

"Warchief, what are you doing?" Seeing that Lihu didn't say a word, Mingguang asked cautiously.

"You'll know right away!" Mu Feng said, "It seems we have to add some tricks to these people. It is true that we Jiang Clan has no way to rule them!"

After speaking, Mu Feng stopped talking, and started weaving the rope—to be precise, he was weaving the whip!

Not long after, a length of about two meters of whip rope was woven. Mufeng found a handy wooden stick, carved a dent on one end of the stick, and fixed the thick end of the whip rope with animal tendons. On the dent, he was firmly tied up, and then looked at Lihu and Mingguang: "You guys get out of the way!"

Seeing Mu Feng's expression stern, the two hurriedly stepped back without talking nonsense.

Mu Feng looked at a nearby tree that hadn't been cut down. He waved his whip against a branch about the thickness of a thumb, and then went down with a whip.

Only a "pop" was heard, and the branches broke off!

Lihu and Mingguang's eyes lit up: "New weapon?"

"Weapon?" Mu Feng was taken aback, frowned and thought, then shook his head, "Let's not talk about weapons. This is called a whip. In the future, if these slaves are disobedient or dare to hate our Jiang family, they will give me the whip. Pump! A few whips won’t kill you, but it hurts!"

When he said this, Mu Feng deliberately increased the volume: "The forehead that is drawn on the body will be red, swollen, and painful. If the skin is broken, the infection will die, but it will not die immediately, it will hurt every day. It itch every day, and it will take a long time to die!"

Having said that, he looked at the slaves and found that their eyes were a little evasive, and the hatred had been reduced a lot, and it was replaced by more fear!

Mu Feng sneered: "You don't have to think that I am cruel, because you asked for it. It was you who came to rob us first. If you fail, then accept the fate of failure! If you can't accept it, then die! "

After a pause, he sneered and asked, "Who wants to die now, stand up for yourself, and I will fulfill you!"

Having said that, he looked around, waiting for these slaves to express their urgency.

But for a long time, these slaves all bowed their heads, you look at me, I look at you, none of them dare to stand up!

If you can live, who will take the initiative to seek death?

Mu Feng snorted coldly and added another sentence: "Mingguang, if you are not obedient, melt the salt water before pumping the whip, soak the braided rope and then pump it!"

Having said that, he didn't bother to look at these slaves anymore, and instead waved to Lihu and said: "Lihu, come here, I have something to tell you!"

Lihu just recovered from the shock of Mu Feng's series of thunder methods, and walked to the front in a hurry: "Warchief, what guidance do you have?"

Mu Feng waved his hand: "Take someone to chop the black-skin bamboo, and slice them into bamboo slices, as thin as possible, all cut into one meter long and half a centimeter wide. I want it to be useful!"

"Yes!" Mingguang nodded.

Earlier when he was slicing bamboo, Mu Feng had already given him his self-made ruler, and asked him to measure the bamboo, and he already knew the unit of length.

"In addition, select some people from the tribe who are not hunting team members. Those over 12 years old will do. Let them take the bone knife rope tomorrow and go out with the hunting team!"

Lihu's face was happy: "Warchief, are you going to expand the number of hunting team members again? Are they too small?"

"No!" Mu Feng shook his head, "Just to take them out to see the situation outside and to know the dangers of the wasteland outside."

After a pause, he said again: "The child who always stays in the tribe is better able to deal with danger than the young man who is accustomed to seeing the dangers of the wilderness!"

Lihu was taken aback and nodded, "I see!"

"Where will you take them to hunt tomorrow?"

"No, tomorrow I will take them out to mow the liongrass, and by the way, see if there are any things that can be used on rainy days and bring some back." Mu Feng explained.

"Liongrass, what can be used in rainy days?" Lihu was puzzled.

"Yeah!" Mu Feng nodded, "Lessons are used to weave clothes, and bamboo slices are used to weave hats. They are worn on the body, and we can go out on rainy days in the future. We won't get wet by the rain, so naturally we will reduce our sickness! "

"Fei Yi, Ruo Li?" Lihu looked confused again, obviously, this touched his blind spot again.

Mu Feng sighed, and said, "The chieftain is worried," and waved his hand: "Okay, it doesn't matter if I don't understand it now, you will know when I do these things!"

Lihu scratched his head, seeming to see the warchief’s sorrow for his “stupidity”, but his attitude towards doing things is a bit unambiguous: “Yes!”

"Okay!" Mu Feng waved his hand, "You go and discuss with Mingguang to determine who will go out and who will stay in the tribe and take control of the tribe."

After a pause, he said again: "Since you are the leader, you will gradually have to adapt to your identity in the future!"

Lihu seemed to understand but he still nodded honestly: "Yes!"

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