Chapter 28
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"Weaving chicken coops?" Everyone looked at Mu Feng in unison, their eyes full of puzzlement.
Bai Fang in the crowd raised his head, Ru Xing's eyes were full of doubts: "Brother Mufeng, what is a chicken coop?"
"The chicken coop is used to domesticate primitive chickens!" Mu Feng pointed to the sheep pen, "The place where the sheep are raised is called the sheep pen, and the place where the chickens are raised is called the chicken coop!"
After a pause, he continued, "But these primitive chickens haven't been domesticated yet, so they can't be put in a small chicken coop, they must be put in a big chicken coop!"
"Big chicken coop? Why?" Bai Fang frowned, tilted his head and thought about it but couldn't figure it out.
"Because they are still wild, they suddenly lose their freedom and are locked up. If the space is too small, they will easily die of anger!" Mu Feng explained with a smile.
"Deadly mad?" Bai Fang was stunned for a moment, his brows were furrowed into a knot, his face was full of puzzlement, and he looked even cuter.
"Yes!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "If the space is too small, they will not eat or drink, and then starve to death!"
"Can primitive chickens also be angry?" White Fang looked curiously at the chained chickens, full of disbelief.
Mu Feng smiled and shook his head, thinking: "Chicken raising is a skilled job!"
In fact, what he said was true.
When he was still in modern times, he had caught wild pheasants. Whether they were placed alone in chicken cages or put together with domestic chickens, they would definitely starve to death before long.
But if it is a relatively spacious place, whether it is a single or a group, it can live well.
This is the advantage of him coming from modern times. He has unimaginable experience for raising chickens!
"Okay, now everyone come together with me to weave a big chicken coop, big enough to put all these chickens in!"
Mu Feng picked up a few vines in one hand, and picked up a bone knife in the other, sharpened a section of the vines, and then inserted them obliquely into the ground, with the tip about ten centimeters into the ground.
Then Mu Feng cut a few more vines, and inserted them into the ground parallel to the vines five or six centimeters apart.
Then he inserted rattan in the opposite direction, so that the prototype of a diamond-shaped fence came out.
Immediately afterwards, he used his hands to weave the upper part of the cane and place the cane in a staggered manner, which made it more stable.
"Now everyone can weave rattan nets like this with rattan sticks. After forming a big circle, it becomes a big chicken coop!"
Mu Feng looked at the length of the rattan, thought for a while and said, "Attention, the rattan should be placed in the middle as far as possible, so that the primitive chicken can be allowed to rush out of the chicken coop!"
His idea is very simple, that is, weave the chicken cage into a "bottleneck" cage with a wide bottom and a narrow top, so that even if the original chicken can fly a certain distance, it cannot rush out of the chicken cage.
After all, a chicken cannot fly vertically over a two-meter-high obstacle, and flying obliquely will be restricted by a cage that is wide at the bottom and narrow at the top.
This is also Mu Feng's experience in raising chickens in his previous life.
Sure enough, there are so many people and so much strength, almost all the people in the tribe can contribute to weaving the fence chicken coop, and it was "completed" in less than half an hour.
Mufeng asked someone to leave a gap, and weaved a small fence gate by himself, and tied it with a tightener.
Such a ground is the bottom, the mouth of the cage is facing the sky, the height is nearly three meters, and a large chicken cage with a radius of two to three hundred square meters is woven in this way.
Looking at such a big chicken coop, Mu Feng suddenly had a feeling that if he applied for the Guinness Book of Records in his previous life, it would definitely be another world record.
He asked Li Hu to put the original chickens in the chicken cage one by one, only to find that eight chickens were dying, and they were lifted out directly.
Wooden Feng counted it, and the remaining 104 chickens included thirty-six roosters and sixty-eight hens.
In line with the principle of "domestication and reproduction", Mu Feng picked out the old and the weak among the thirty-six roosters, and kept twelve roosters inside.
In this way, there are thirty-two chickens in the first batch of edible chickens!
Thirty-two chickens, the sum that the Jiang clan has never eaten in the past few years!
After all, primal chickens are really fast.
This can be confirmed from the original chicken running in the chicken cage to only seeing afterimages.
The chickens are put away, but the problem arises again, how to raise these chickens.
Sure enough, Mingguang asked, "Mufeng, how should these primitive chickens be raised, they don't even eat grass!"
"It's simple!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "There are grass ears that were killed last autumn and winter around the tribe, and someone specially picked up the grass ears and threw them in. In addition to grass ears, everyone can also dig up the soil to catch earthworms, small bugs, and big ones." Leaves of grass... can be eaten by primitive chickens!"
"Oh, by the way, don't forget to dig another pool here, build it with stones, and give water to drink once every morning, noon, and night."
"Also, put some dry thatch in it!"
"Dried thatch?" Mingguang was surprised, "What's the use of it?"
"If there is no accident, you will know tomorrow!" Mu Feng smiled mysteriously, and then waved his hands, "Okay, everyone go to work."
Then he looked to the west of the tribe, and saw Li Hu and his people coming back from a distance. It seemed that they did not return empty-handed.
But Li Huren started to yell loudly before reaching the protective wall: "Great Chief, Great Chief, look at how many wild sheep we have captured again!"
(end of this chapter)
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"Weaving chicken coops?" Everyone looked at Mu Feng in unison, their eyes full of puzzlement.
Bai Fang in the crowd raised his head, Ru Xing's eyes were full of doubts: "Brother Mufeng, what is a chicken coop?"
"The chicken coop is used to domesticate primitive chickens!" Mu Feng pointed to the sheep pen, "The place where the sheep are raised is called the sheep pen, and the place where the chickens are raised is called the chicken coop!"
After a pause, he continued, "But these primitive chickens haven't been domesticated yet, so they can't be put in a small chicken coop, they must be put in a big chicken coop!"
"Big chicken coop? Why?" Bai Fang frowned, tilted his head and thought about it but couldn't figure it out.
"Because they are still wild, they suddenly lose their freedom and are locked up. If the space is too small, they will easily die of anger!" Mu Feng explained with a smile.
"Deadly mad?" Bai Fang was stunned for a moment, his brows were furrowed into a knot, his face was full of puzzlement, and he looked even cuter.
"Yes!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "If the space is too small, they will not eat or drink, and then starve to death!"
"Can primitive chickens also be angry?" White Fang looked curiously at the chained chickens, full of disbelief.
Mu Feng smiled and shook his head, thinking: "Chicken raising is a skilled job!"
In fact, what he said was true.
When he was still in modern times, he had caught wild pheasants. Whether they were placed alone in chicken cages or put together with domestic chickens, they would definitely starve to death before long.
But if it is a relatively spacious place, whether it is a single or a group, it can live well.
This is the advantage of him coming from modern times. He has unimaginable experience for raising chickens!
"Okay, now everyone come together with me to weave a big chicken coop, big enough to put all these chickens in!"
Mu Feng picked up a few vines in one hand, and picked up a bone knife in the other, sharpened a section of the vines, and then inserted them obliquely into the ground, with the tip about ten centimeters into the ground.
Then Mu Feng cut a few more vines, and inserted them into the ground parallel to the vines five or six centimeters apart.
Then he inserted rattan in the opposite direction, so that the prototype of a diamond-shaped fence came out.
Immediately afterwards, he used his hands to weave the upper part of the cane and place the cane in a staggered manner, which made it more stable.
"Now everyone can weave rattan nets like this with rattan sticks. After forming a big circle, it becomes a big chicken coop!"
Mu Feng looked at the length of the rattan, thought for a while and said, "Attention, the rattan should be placed in the middle as far as possible, so that the primitive chicken can be allowed to rush out of the chicken coop!"
His idea is very simple, that is, weave the chicken cage into a "bottleneck" cage with a wide bottom and a narrow top, so that even if the original chicken can fly a certain distance, it cannot rush out of the chicken cage.
After all, a chicken cannot fly vertically over a two-meter-high obstacle, and flying obliquely will be restricted by a cage that is wide at the bottom and narrow at the top.
This is also Mu Feng's experience in raising chickens in his previous life.
Sure enough, there are so many people and so much strength, almost all the people in the tribe can contribute to weaving the fence chicken coop, and it was "completed" in less than half an hour.
Mufeng asked someone to leave a gap, and weaved a small fence gate by himself, and tied it with a tightener.
Such a ground is the bottom, the mouth of the cage is facing the sky, the height is nearly three meters, and a large chicken cage with a radius of two to three hundred square meters is woven in this way.
Looking at such a big chicken coop, Mu Feng suddenly had a feeling that if he applied for the Guinness Book of Records in his previous life, it would definitely be another world record.
He asked Li Hu to put the original chickens in the chicken cage one by one, only to find that eight chickens were dying, and they were lifted out directly.
Wooden Feng counted it, and the remaining 104 chickens included thirty-six roosters and sixty-eight hens.
In line with the principle of "domestication and reproduction", Mu Feng picked out the old and the weak among the thirty-six roosters, and kept twelve roosters inside.
In this way, there are thirty-two chickens in the first batch of edible chickens!
Thirty-two chickens, the sum that the Jiang clan has never eaten in the past few years!
After all, primal chickens are really fast.
This can be confirmed from the original chicken running in the chicken cage to only seeing afterimages.
The chickens are put away, but the problem arises again, how to raise these chickens.
Sure enough, Mingguang asked, "Mufeng, how should these primitive chickens be raised, they don't even eat grass!"
"It's simple!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "There are grass ears that were killed last autumn and winter around the tribe, and someone specially picked up the grass ears and threw them in. In addition to grass ears, everyone can also dig up the soil to catch earthworms, small bugs, and big ones." Leaves of grass... can be eaten by primitive chickens!"
"Oh, by the way, don't forget to dig another pool here, build it with stones, and give water to drink once every morning, noon, and night."
"Also, put some dry thatch in it!"
"Dried thatch?" Mingguang was surprised, "What's the use of it?"
"If there is no accident, you will know tomorrow!" Mu Feng smiled mysteriously, and then waved his hands, "Okay, everyone go to work."
Then he looked to the west of the tribe, and saw Li Hu and his people coming back from a distance. It seemed that they did not return empty-handed.
But Li Huren started to yell loudly before reaching the protective wall: "Great Chief, Great Chief, look at how many wild sheep we have captured again!"
(end of this chapter)
"Weaving chicken coops?" Everyone looked at Mu Feng in unison, their eyes full of puzzlement. Bai Fang in the crowd raised his head, Ru Xing's eyes were full of doubts: "Brother Mufeng, what is a chicken coop?" "The chicken coop is used to domesticate primitive chickens!" Mu Feng pointed to the sheep pen, "The place where the sheep are raised is called the sheep pen, and the place where the chickens are raised is called the chicken coop!" After a pause, he continued, "But these primitive chickens haven't been domesticated yet, so they can't be put in a small chicken coop, they must be put in a big chicken coop!" "Big chicken coop? Why?" Bai Fang frowned, tilted his head and thought about it but couldn't figure it out. "Because they are still wild, they suddenly lose their freedom and are locked up. If the space is too small, they will easily die of anger!" Mu Feng explained with a smile. "Deadly mad?" Bai Fang was stunned for a moment, his brows were furrowed into a knot, his face was full of puzzlement, and he looked even cuter. "Yes!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "If the space is too small, they will not eat or drink, and then starve to death!" "Can primitive chickens also be angry?" White Fang looked curiously at the chained chickens, full of disbelief. Mu Feng smiled and shook his head, thinking: "Chicken raising is a skilled job!" In fact, what he said was true. When he was still in modern times, he had caught wild pheasants. Whether they were placed alone in chicken cages or put together with domestic chickens, they would definitely starve to death before long. But if it is a relatively spacious place, whether it is a single or a group, it can live well. This is the advantage of him coming from modern times. He has unimaginable experience for raising chickens! "Okay, now everyone come together with me to weave a big chicken coop, big enough to put all these chickens in!" Mu Feng picked up a few vines in one hand, and picked up a bone knife in the other, sharpened a section of the vines, and then inserted them obliquely into the ground, with the tip about ten centimeters into the ground. Then Mu Feng cut a few more vines, and inserted them into the ground parallel to the vines five or six centimeters apart. Then he inserted rattan in the opposite direction, so that the prototype of a diamond-shaped fence came out. Immediately afterwards, he used his hands to weave the upper part of the cane and place the cane in a staggered manner, which made it more stable. "Now everyone can weave rattan nets like this with rattan sticks. After forming a big circle, it becomes a big chicken coop!" Mu Feng looked at the length of the rattan, thought for a while and said, "Attention, the rattan should be placed in the middle as far as possible, so that the primitive chicken can be allowed to rush out of the chicken coop!" His idea is very simple, that is, weave the chicken cage into a "bottleneck" cage with a wide bottom and a narrow top, so that even if the original chicken can fly a certain distance, it cannot rush out of the chicken cage. After all, a chicken cannot fly vertically over a two-meter-high obstacle, and flying obliquely will be restricted by a cage that is wide at the bottom and narrow at the top. This is also Mu Feng's experience in raising chickens in his previous life. Sure enough, there are so many people and so much strength, almost all the people in the tribe can contribute to weaving the fence chicken coop, and it was "completed" in less than half an hour. Mufeng asked someone to leave a gap, and weaved a small fence gate by himself, and tied it with a tightener. Such a ground is the bottom, the mouth of the cage is facing the sky, the height is nearly three meters, and a large chicken cage with a radius of two to three hundred square meters is woven in this way. Looking at such a big chicken coop, Mu Feng suddenly had a feeling that if he applied for the Guinness Book of Records in his previous life, it would definitely be another world record. He asked Li Hu to put the original chickens in the chicken cage one by one, only to find that eight chickens were dying, and they were lifted out directly. Wooden Feng counted it, and the remaining 104 chickens included thirty-six roosters and sixty-eight hens. In line with the principle of "domestication and reproduction", Mu Feng picked out the old and the weak among the thirty-six roosters, and kept twelve roosters inside. In this way, there are thirty-two chickens in the first batch of edible chickens! Thirty-two chickens, the sum that the Jiang clan has never eaten in the past few years! After all, primal chickens are really fast. This can be confirmed from the original chicken running in the chicken cage to only seeing afterimages. The chickens are put away, but the problem arises again, how to raise these chickens. Sure enough, Mingguang asked, "Mufeng, how should these primitive chickens be raised, they don't even eat grass!" "It's simple!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "There are grass ears that were killed last autumn and winter around the tribe, and someone specially picked up the grass ears and threw them in. In addition to grass ears, everyone can also dig up the soil to catch earthworms, small bugs, and big ones." Leaves of grass... can be eaten by primitive chickens!" "Oh, by the way, don't forget to dig another pool here, build it with stones, and give water to drink once every morning, noon, and night." "Also, put some dry thatch in it!" "Dried thatch?" Mingguang was surprised, "What's the use of it?" "If there is no accident, you will know tomorrow!" Mu Feng smiled mysteriously, and then waved his hands, "Okay, everyone go to work." Then he looked to the west of the tribe, and saw Li Hu and his people coming back from a distance. It seemed that they did not return empty-handed. But Li Huren started to yell loudly before reaching the protective wall: "Great Chief, Great Chief, look at how many wild sheep we have captured again!" end of this chapter
