Chapter 36
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Forty wild boars!
When all the wild boars appeared, Mu Feng was surprised: "Why are there so many! These wild boars are not far from the tribe, why didn't Mingguang come here to hunt before?"
But after thinking about it, he realized that there were so many wild boars in this group, and they were very aggressive. In addition, the hunting team in the tribe only had about fifty people, and the weapons they used were nothing more than sticks.
Even if they all come, they are not necessarily the opponents of these wild boars!
This is the cruelty of primitive society. Human beings are on the weak side in front of wild animals and nature.
But Mu Feng believes that this only existed in the Jiang clan before, and now that he is the great chief, this situation will change.
He not only wants to catch wild boars, but also raises wild boars!
But this group of wild boars looks like there are more than forty wild boars, which is really beyond Mu Feng's expectation.
While watching wild boars scrambling for scattered mushroom crumbs on the ground, he thought about how to catch wild boars.
Shuo Feng on the side didn't dare to vent his breath, watching the herd of wild boars nervously, for fear that they would suddenly discover the traces of the two of them.
Fortunately, these wild boars just stomped the ground for a while after looting the crushed mushrooms, and then walked away noisily.
There is a unique smell of pigs around.
The two waited for the wild boar to go away, and then came out of their hiding place.
Shuo Feng looked at Mu Feng with lingering fear: "Great chief, here, there are so many wild boars, it's hard to catch! Even if the hunting teams of the tribes are here, there's nothing they can do about it!"
"Well, the number is indeed a bit too much!" Mu Feng nodded.
If there are twenty or thirty or so, he will find a way to dig a bigger trap.
But with more than forty wild boars, what needs to be considered is not catching, but raising.
You know, the destructive power and vengeance of wild boars cannot be ignored. He had seen two wild boars before, they escaped after being caught, and retaliated wildly. As a result, they overturned the sweet potato fields in a mountain village.
If these more than forty wild boars are all captured, who can guarantee that there will be no accidents.
The tribe now has only about two hundred people, and they cannot stand such a toss.
But once so many wild boars are captured and domesticated successfully, the tribe's meat will be guaranteed.
After all, whether sheep or chickens, no matter the number of litters or the amount of meat produced in the future, they cannot compare with pigs.
"It seems that we have to go back and think about it!" Mu Feng looked at the sky, it was already evening, "Okay, let's go back! Let's see if there are any edible wild vegetables along the way, and pick them back together!"
"Okay!" Shuofeng heaved a sigh of relief, and finally wanted to go back.
This trip followed the great chief, although there was no danger, it was thrilling enough.
Especially the wild boar, which was so big that he felt palpitations, was so close to them.
On the way back, Shuofeng was cautious, he no longer thought about hunting, but stayed behind Mufeng.
The old god Mu Feng was there, and he returned along the way he came just now, thinking about how to catch wild boars, and checking if there were any edible wild vegetables around.
In the end, he really found a small piece of wild onion!
Seeing wild shallots as thick as leeks, Mu Feng almost jumped for joy.
This time I came out to find spices and wild vegetables, but the wild vegetables found shepherd's purse and mushrooms, but the spices only found shallots.
"Hahaha!" Mu Feng laughed and dug out this small piece of wild onion with a shovel, and put it in his bamboo basket.
He had already thought about it in his heart, and at night, he would use wild onions and tree flowers, add a primitive chicken to stew soup, and taste the long-lost chicken soup.
As for the other shallots, he had to plant them, save the seeds, and let the whole tribe have this seasoning spice.
To be honest, he couldn't stand the bowl of chicken soup stewed for Shuo Feng in the morning.
That is to say, Shuofeng has never tasted chicken soup before, so he finds it delicious.
Seeing Mu Feng smiling happily, Shuo Feng couldn't help asking, "Great chief, what good things happened to you?"
"Yeah!" Mu Feng raised the wild onion in his hand, "This thing is called wild onion. It can be added to the chicken soup. It will taste even better than the one you drank in the morning!"
"Really?" Shuo Feng was excited, "Can it be better than what I drank in the morning?"
"I've never seen the world!" Mu Feng couldn't help blurting out, "You'll know when you drink it!"
"What is Shimian?" Shuo Feng scratched his head, "Is it delicious?"
Mu Feng quickly waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, you just need to know that this thing tastes good in soup! In the future, if you see something like this when you go out, you will dig out the roots and bring it back to the tribe to plant!"
"Yes!" Although Shuo Feng was surprised, he still nodded.
After Mufeng had dug up all the wild onions, he continued to drive towards the tribe.
On the way, they picked some mushrooms and dug some wild shepherd's purse.
As soon as he returned to the tribe, Mu Feng hurriedly found an open space near his cave with a bamboo basket on his back, dug and loosened the soil with a shovel, left some of the ingredients for dinner, and planted the rest for him.
Shepherd's purse and wild onions, these are the first batch of vegetables Mufeng planted in the primitive society.
After planting these wild vegetables, Mufeng went to the well to fetch water.
If the freshly planted vegetable seedlings are not watered, it will be difficult for the vegetable roots to take root in the new soil - this is his own experience in growing vegetables in his previous life.
Didn't expect it, and now it's used again.
(end of this chapter)
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Forty wild boars!
When all the wild boars appeared, Mu Feng was surprised: "Why are there so many! These wild boars are not far from the tribe, why didn't Mingguang come here to hunt before?"
But after thinking about it, he realized that there were so many wild boars in this group, and they were very aggressive. In addition, the hunting team in the tribe only had about fifty people, and the weapons they used were nothing more than sticks.
Even if they all come, they are not necessarily the opponents of these wild boars!
This is the cruelty of primitive society. Human beings are on the weak side in front of wild animals and nature.
But Mu Feng believes that this only existed in the Jiang clan before, and now that he is the great chief, this situation will change.
He not only wants to catch wild boars, but also raises wild boars!
But this group of wild boars looks like there are more than forty wild boars, which is really beyond Mu Feng's expectation.
While watching wild boars scrambling for scattered mushroom crumbs on the ground, he thought about how to catch wild boars.
Shuo Feng on the side didn't dare to vent his breath, watching the herd of wild boars nervously, for fear that they would suddenly discover the traces of the two of them.
Fortunately, these wild boars just stomped the ground for a while after looting the crushed mushrooms, and then walked away noisily.
There is a unique smell of pigs around.
The two waited for the wild boar to go away, and then came out of their hiding place.
Shuo Feng looked at Mu Feng with lingering fear: "Great chief, here, there are so many wild boars, it's hard to catch! Even if the hunting teams of the tribes are here, there's nothing they can do about it!"
"Well, the number is indeed a bit too much!" Mu Feng nodded.
If there are twenty or thirty or so, he will find a way to dig a bigger trap.
But with more than forty wild boars, what needs to be considered is not catching, but raising.
You know, the destructive power and vengeance of wild boars cannot be ignored. He had seen two wild boars before, they escaped after being caught, and retaliated wildly. As a result, they overturned the sweet potato fields in a mountain village.
If these more than forty wild boars are all captured, who can guarantee that there will be no accidents.
The tribe now has only about two hundred people, and they cannot stand such a toss.
But once so many wild boars are captured and domesticated successfully, the tribe's meat will be guaranteed.
After all, whether sheep or chickens, no matter the number of litters or the amount of meat produced in the future, they cannot compare with pigs.
"It seems that we have to go back and think about it!" Mu Feng looked at the sky, it was already evening, "Okay, let's go back! Let's see if there are any edible wild vegetables along the way, and pick them back together!"
"Okay!" Shuofeng heaved a sigh of relief, and finally wanted to go back.
This trip followed the great chief, although there was no danger, it was thrilling enough.
Especially the wild boar, which was so big that he felt palpitations, was so close to them.
On the way back, Shuofeng was cautious, he no longer thought about hunting, but stayed behind Mufeng.
The old god Mu Feng was there, and he returned along the way he came just now, thinking about how to catch wild boars, and checking if there were any edible wild vegetables around.
In the end, he really found a small piece of wild onion!
Seeing wild shallots as thick as leeks, Mu Feng almost jumped for joy.
This time I came out to find spices and wild vegetables, but the wild vegetables found shepherd's purse and mushrooms, but the spices only found shallots.
"Hahaha!" Mu Feng laughed and dug out this small piece of wild onion with a shovel, and put it in his bamboo basket.
He had already thought about it in his heart, and at night, he would use wild onions and tree flowers, add a primitive chicken to stew soup, and taste the long-lost chicken soup.
As for the other shallots, he had to plant them, save the seeds, and let the whole tribe have this seasoning spice.
To be honest, he couldn't stand the bowl of chicken soup stewed for Shuo Feng in the morning.
That is to say, Shuofeng has never tasted chicken soup before, so he finds it delicious.
Seeing Mu Feng smiling happily, Shuo Feng couldn't help asking, "Great chief, what good things happened to you?"
"Yeah!" Mu Feng raised the wild onion in his hand, "This thing is called wild onion. It can be added to the chicken soup. It will taste even better than the one you drank in the morning!"
"Really?" Shuo Feng was excited, "Can it be better than what I drank in the morning?"
"I've never seen the world!" Mu Feng couldn't help blurting out, "You'll know when you drink it!"
"What is Shimian?" Shuo Feng scratched his head, "Is it delicious?"
Mu Feng quickly waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, you just need to know that this thing tastes good in soup! In the future, if you see something like this when you go out, you will dig out the roots and bring it back to the tribe to plant!"
"Yes!" Although Shuo Feng was surprised, he still nodded.
After Mufeng had dug up all the wild onions, he continued to drive towards the tribe.
On the way, they picked some mushrooms and dug some wild shepherd's purse.
As soon as he returned to the tribe, Mu Feng hurriedly found an open space near his cave with a bamboo basket on his back, dug and loosened the soil with a shovel, left some of the ingredients for dinner, and planted the rest for him.
Shepherd's purse and wild onions, these are the first batch of vegetables Mufeng planted in the primitive society.
After planting these wild vegetables, Mufeng went to the well to fetch water.
If the freshly planted vegetable seedlings are not watered, it will be difficult for the vegetable roots to take root in the new soil - this is his own experience in growing vegetables in his previous life.
Didn't expect it, and now it's used again.
(end of this chapter)
Forty wild boars! When all the wild boars appeared, Mu Feng was surprised: "Why are there so many! These wild boars are not far from the tribe, why didn't Mingguang come here to hunt before?" But after thinking about it, he realized that there were so many wild boars in this group, and they were very aggressive. In addition, the hunting team in the tribe only had about fifty people, and the weapons they used were nothing more than sticks. Even if they all come, they are not necessarily the opponents of these wild boars! This is the cruelty of primitive society. Human beings are on the weak side in front of wild animals and nature. But Mu Feng believes that this only existed in the Jiang clan before, and now that he is the great chief, this situation will change. He not only wants to catch wild boars, but also raises wild boars! But this group of wild boars looks like there are more than forty wild boars, which is really beyond Mu Feng's expectation. While watching wild boars scrambling for scattered mushroom crumbs on the ground, he thought about how to catch wild boars. Shuo Feng on the side didn't dare to vent his breath, watching the herd of wild boars nervously, for fear that they would suddenly discover the traces of the two of them. Fortunately, these wild boars just stomped the ground for a while after looting the crushed mushrooms, and then walked away noisily. There is a unique smell of pigs around. The two waited for the wild boar to go away, and then came out of their hiding place. Shuo Feng looked at Mu Feng with lingering fear: "Great chief, here, there are so many wild boars, it's hard to catch! Even if the hunting teams of the tribes are here, there's nothing they can do about it!" "Well, the number is indeed a bit too much!" Mu Feng nodded. If there are twenty or thirty or so, he will find a way to dig a bigger trap. But with more than forty wild boars, what needs to be considered is not catching, but raising. You know, the destructive power and vengeance of wild boars cannot be ignored. He had seen two wild boars before, they escaped after being caught, and retaliated wildly. As a result, they overturned the sweet potato fields in a mountain village. If these more than forty wild boars are all captured, who can guarantee that there will be no accidents. The tribe now has only about two hundred people, and they cannot stand such a toss. But once so many wild boars are captured and domesticated successfully, the tribe's meat will be guaranteed. After all, whether sheep or chickens, no matter the number of litters or the amount of meat produced in the future, they cannot compare with pigs. "It seems that we have to go back and think about it!" Mu Feng looked at the sky, it was already evening, "Okay, let's go back! Let's see if there are any edible wild vegetables along the way, and pick them back together!" "Okay!" Shuofeng heaved a sigh of relief, and finally wanted to go back. This trip followed the great chief, although there was no danger, it was thrilling enough. Especially the wild boar, which was so big that he felt palpitations, was so close to them. On the way back, Shuofeng was cautious, he no longer thought about hunting, but stayed behind Mufeng. The old god Mu Feng was there, and he returned along the way he came just now, thinking about how to catch wild boars, and checking if there were any edible wild vegetables around. In the end, he really found a small piece of wild onion! Seeing wild shallots as thick as leeks, Mu Feng almost jumped for joy. This time I came out to find spices and wild vegetables, but the wild vegetables found shepherd's purse and mushrooms, but the spices only found shallots. "Hahaha!" Mu Feng laughed and dug out this small piece of wild onion with a shovel, and put it in his bamboo basket. He had already thought about it in his heart, and at night, he would use wild onions and tree flowers, add a primitive chicken to stew soup, and taste the long-lost chicken soup. As for the other shallots, he had to plant them, save the seeds, and let the whole tribe have this seasoning spice. To be honest, he couldn't stand the bowl of chicken soup stewed for Shuo Feng in the morning. That is to say, Shuofeng has never tasted chicken soup before, so he finds it delicious. Seeing Mu Feng smiling happily, Shuo Feng couldn't help asking, "Great chief, what good things happened to you?" "Yeah!" Mu Feng raised the wild onion in his hand, "This thing is called wild onion. It can be added to the chicken soup. It will taste even better than the one you drank in the morning!" "Really?" Shuo Feng was excited, "Can it be better than what I drank in the morning?" "I've never seen the world!" Mu Feng couldn't help blurting out, "You'll know when you drink it!" "What is Shimian?" Shuo Feng scratched his head, "Is it delicious?" Mu Feng quickly waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, you just need to know that this thing tastes good in soup! In the future, if you see something like this when you go out, you will dig out the roots and bring it back to the tribe to plant!" "Yes!" Although Shuo Feng was surprised, he still nodded. After Mufeng had dug up all the wild onions, he continued to drive towards the tribe. On the way, they picked some mushrooms and dug some wild shepherd's purse. As soon as he returned to the tribe, Mu Feng hurriedly found an open space near his cave with a bamboo basket on his back, dug and loosened the soil with a shovel, left some of the ingredients for dinner, and planted the rest for him. Shepherd's purse and wild onions, these are the first batch of vegetables Mufeng planted in the primitive society. After planting these wild vegetables, Mufeng went to the well to fetch water. If the freshly planted vegetable seedlings are not watered, it will be difficult for the vegetable roots to take root in the new soil - this is his own experience in growing vegetables in his previous life. Didn't expect it, and now it's used again. end of this chapter
