I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

It took a lot of time for Hanshu to screen the ore, mainly because there were too many good ore.

When he drove the cattle back, each cow was carrying no less than five or six hundred catties of ore.

Mu Feng secretly sighed that livestock is still easy to use, and the load-bearing intensity is high.

Da Huyou symbolically pulled Mu Feng to "stay to eat", and Mu Feng was not polite. He really stayed and waited for Da Huyou to get the food, which really shocked him.

You know, if fifty-one fighters really want to "eat" in the black bear department, they can eat them all at once.

Fortunately, although Mu Feng stayed, he let Han Shu and the others slaughter the horned deer they brought, grilled them on the spot and shared them with the black bear.

Mu Feng could clearly feel that Big Flicker looked envious when he looked at their mounts and cattle. He didn't point it out, but he just sighed: "Hey, I don't know whether it can be exchanged for what we want when the market opens. Things, brother, you have to bother so much!"

Da Huyou turned out to be embarrassed at this time: "Brother, you see that I am too far away from other departments. If I really want to go out and contact them, it will take a while, isn't it? My black bear department doesn't look like it. You Jiang has a mount, so you can come and go so fast!"

Mu Feng heard what he meant, and didn't pretend to be stupid. He directly pointed out: "Brother, it took a lot of effort to catch my mounts, because these mounts are not uncommonly injured. Others want to say me. I don’t know how to deal with it, but if you want it, brother, it’s okay to exchange something."

Da Huyou sighed, "Brother, look at what you can admire here, brother, can you do it yourself?"

Mu Feng shook his head: "There's nothing more than bear skin in your tribe?"

He said that he deliberately showed a look of embarrassment.

Da Huyou saw that Mu Feng was "hesitating", and immediately began to climb along the pole, and patted Mu Feng on the shoulder: "Brother, look, we two are brother tribes, but this city is in your face. I just planned to open it. Whatever you do, you have to give me something more? So that I can have an explanation to the people!"

Mu Feng "is in a hurry": "Brother, I have promised to give you a jar of salt every month. How much do you need to exchange for these things in the market? You can't just think about what you do to the people. Explain, you have to think about it for me too!"

Da Huyou scratched his head awkwardly: "Then what do you say?"

Obviously, he heard Mu Feng's "hesitation" and thought: "It's a young man after all, I can't save face!"

Mu Feng looked struggling and gritted his teeth for a while and said, "At least you have to give me something, even a stone!"

Now Dahuyou happily said: "Look, you see! You asked for the stone yourself! That's it, you take the stone, and then give me some mounts!"

"This..." Mu Feng said bitterly, as if he had been circumvented in, "Let's do it! But now I can't get the stone!"

Da Huyou saw Mu Feng let go, and continued to climb along the pole: "Well, brother, you can’t take it this time, you can take it next time. Brother is not taking advantage of you in vain. You give us salt every month. How about giving you rocks every month? But you have to leave me two mounts for whatever you say this time!"

Mu Feng's heart was full of joy, but he was very tangled and struggling, and finally gritted his teeth: "Okay, okay! That's it!"

Speaking of Mu Feng's move, Chong Hanshu ordered: "Choose two horses for my brother!"

Han Shu "reluctantly" selected two stallions to teach Xiong Da, and sighed.

Xiong Da was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear, and looked at his chieftain with admiration.

Xiong Er even treats the big flicker like a heavenly man.

Because the person who felt terrified when he looked at him, is now being pinched to death by his own warchief, why is he not excited?

However, Mu Feng hurriedly took people away because of "a big loss" this time.

Da Fudge looked at Mu Feng's back and smiled.

Mu Feng, who was far from the black bear department, also smiled.

Everyone is happy again.

On the way back, Han Shu approached Mu Feng and asked doubtfully: "Warchief, the old guy in the black bear department is not honest at first glance. Why are you talking to him? We have robbed such a tribe directly. Then isn't that mine ours anymore?"

Mu Feng shook his head: "In that case, there will be too much movement. Once it is noticed by other tribes, it will inevitably be trouble. Now we have opened the open market to exchange things, and secretly began to transport ore."

"But that old guy was not greedy, so he gave Yanba and asked for a mount!" Han Shu said dissatisfied.

Mu Feng smiled and said: "If a person like him doesn't let him feel that he is taking advantage, how can he take the initiative to say that we can choose stones at will? In fact, compared with ore, those mounts and salt are not worth mentioning. Understand? Didn’t you just make the difference?"

Han Shu scratched his head: "You taught me to speak like that before I came here. I still don't understand why, I understand now."

Mu Feng nodded: "It’s good to understand! Remember, tribes like the Black Bear Tribe will not benefit us much if they are destroyed, and there will never be much harm in leaving behind, so keep it! Especially if tribes like them are here. Exist as always, no one else will notice the difference, understand?"

Only then did Han Shu react and nodded: "I understand!"

After speaking, Han Shu returned to the team to direct the transportation.

Mu Feng called Baiyue again and asked him, "I didn't seem to have heard you talk about your situation in the Yishui Department before."

Baiyue's expression was sad: "The Ministry of Yishui no longer exists, so I don't want to mention it again!"

Mu Feng frowned slightly: "But your Yishui Department used to be a big tribe, you haven't told me about this."

Baiyue felt Mu Feng’s sullen anger, and hurriedly said, “Great Chief, since I was born, the Yishui Tribe has been a small tribe, and the number of people is about the same as that of the Black Bear Tribe. I heard my dad say that the Yishui Tribe is a big tribe, but Even he just heard. Now the Yishui Department is long gone, it doesn't matter whether it is a big tribe or not!"

"Huh?" Mu Feng heard the helplessness in his voice and asked, "Then do you want to return to the ancestral land and rebuild the Yishui Department?"

Bai Yue shook his head sighly: "It's useless to go back. The ancestral land of the Yishui Department has been burned clean by the Red Jiao Department before. All the things in the ancestral land have been snatched away by them. Our people have also been taken away by them. Become a slave!"

He looked at Mu Feng: "Now we have joined the Jiang clan, we are a member of the Jiang clan, and the Yishui Tribe is no longer our tribe!"

Mu Feng heard the meaning in his words, not only had a clear understanding of reality, but also expressed loyalty to him.

He nodded, and then asked: "Then why are they going to plunder your tribe instead of other tribes? For example, gray wolves and black bears?"

Baiyue thought for a while and said, "There is a grassland to the south of our tribe. There is a grass on the grassland that will mature in summer. The grass seeds can be eaten by boiling them in water!"

"Grass seeds?" Mu Feng was stunned, frowning, "Mature in summer, can you eat it when you cook it?"

Baiyue thought for a while, and his eyes lit up: "By the way, if you count the time, it's the season when the grass seeds mature!"

Mu Feng followed his eyes brighter: "It can be ripe now, rice, wheat?"

He looked at Baiyue: "What color is the grass seed? How tall and how big is the seed?"

Baiyue thought for a while and said, "It's the same color as the soil, it's small, not as big as a corn kernel!" After another gesture, it was about one meter high.

Mu Feng tentatively asked, "Can a corn kernel be as big as ten or twenty such grass seeds?"

Baiyue nodded: "Yes!"

Mu Feng almost cheered in his heart: "Mai Zi!"

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