I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

Because Mu Feng came early, the city has not yet opened.

So he stayed in a black bear that day.

Da Huyou was very excited and clamored for Mu Feng to teach him horse riding. Mu Feng was so helpless that he called Bai Yue over and taught him some basic essentials of horse riding.

Then Da Huyou rode his horse for a while with excitement, and laughed triumphantly.

Then he took the initiative to take Mu Feng to "visit" the black bear department inside and outside, and then took Mu Feng to the copper ore side, pointing to the stone on the copper ore mountain and asking Mu Feng: "Brother, how come these times? People who don’t see you in the city have come here to pull rocks? How come the rocks are enough?"

Mu Feng accident.

For more than a month before and after these two times, Da Jiang was busy with things. In addition, he went to conquer the barbarian cattle department, and there was no leisure.

He also thought that when he came this time, people would bring more ore back.

Unexpectedly, Da Huyou brought it up by himself.

"Um..." Mu Feng smiled and shook his head, "No, it's because our tribe has been busy recently and hasn't worked hard. Although these stones are not very hard, they are good for training the people of the tribe. After all, they are not easy to break."

"That's good, that's good!" Da Huyou said with a smile, "Brother, the rocks on this mountain are useless if you put them here. You can take as much as you like. You don't have to come back to the market every time. Your people can come and get it by themselves!"

"This," Mu Feng was surprised, laughing from ear to ear, "Then I won't be polite to you, brother!"

Dahu smiled with satisfaction: "It's not a good thing. This mountain is full of them. We are a tribe of brothers. This mountain belongs to my Black Bear Ministry, that is, your Da Jiang!"

Mu Feng nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes! Thank you, brother!"

The next day, the city opened as usual.

Lihu and Baiyue are responsible for the "stall".

Mu Feng followed Da Huyou while sitting in his tent drinking sugar water-this was the highest courtesy that Da Huyou could think of to provide Mu Feng.

Mu Feng's "hospitality is difficult", and he didn't see people from the city, so he accompanied Da Huyou in the tent to talk with each other.

The content of the chat was all about what he saw and heard after Da Huyou went west.

Either this tribe was looted, or that tribe was forced to join the Changli tribe. Moreover, several smaller tribes wanted to unite against the Changli tribe, and they were beaten severely by the Changli tribe.

While Mu Feng pretended to listen intently or unconsciously, he calculated the situation of the Westward Land in his heart.

What he can use, what needs to be watched out carefully, and what tribes can take the opportunity to merge, he has gone through it in his heart.

At the same time, he sighed from the bottom of his heart: "Sure enough, money can make ghosts grind, send out so many things, and get so much useful information!"

Soon, the first wave of people came to the city, it was the power of the giant elephant step!

When he came, Baiyue hurried to Mu Feng's side and told him that Xiangli had come.

Mu Feng got up and signaled that Da Huyou was sitting here, and he wanted to go out to deal with "private affairs."

Da Fudge was naturally aware and did not keep up.

Mu Feng got out of the tent, and soon saw the dusty elephant power.

After seeing Mu Feng, Xiangli showed an uncontrollable excitement in his eyes. He stepped forward and bowed down on one knee and drank, "Chief Xie, you saved me the elephant department on credit last time!"

"Oh?" Mu Feng was surprised, "what's the matter?"

Xiangli did not conceal it, and said excitedly: "On the third day of our return, the tribe that had enemies with us brought people to looting. Our team used the weapons that you gave us on credit to defeat them. !"

After a pause, he said excitedly: "We arrested more than 30 of them!"

"Oh?" Mu Feng grinned, "more than 30 people? That's enough for you to pay the bill!"

"Exactly!" Xiang Li excitedly said, "Thanks to you for all this!"

Mu Feng waved his hand: "If you can fulfill the agreement and bring someone over, it proves that I didn't believe you wrong. Then so be it. According to the last time, you can give me twenty people!"

He motioned to leave the tiger to lead the people, and found that they were all weak prisoners-obviously, the elephant power did not feed them.

"Okay!" Xiangli nodded, "In addition to these twenty people, we also want to exchange some weapons and salt with you, don't know if it will work?"

Mu Feng smiled and said: "You have some, we have salt and weapons, why not?"

Then he asked with a gracious smile, "Is anyone injured in your tribe who fought with others?"

Xiangli's expression condensed, and then his complexion was pained: "We have killed more than a dozen people, and more than 20 people have been injured, but the wound has not recovered for a long time, and it has been ulcerated inside..."

He didn't finish speaking, but Mu Feng understood that the wound was infected and festered, which may mean death for people in this era.

He nodded, indicating that he understood, then looked at Hanshu, motioned him to take out a package of mixed herbal powder, and then looked at Xiangli: "This thing is called medicinal powder. You can take it back and wash the bone knife. Now, heat it to scrape the ulcerated part of the wound, and then apply the powdered medicine on it, it should be able to save their lives!"

Xiangli's eyes widened instantly: "Can you save people, Chieftain!"

Mu Feng nodded: "This powder can treat the wounds of those of you."

Xiang Li stretched out his hand to pick it up, but immediately thought of something. He quickly retracted his hand, and tentatively asked Mu Feng: "Warchief, how do you need to exchange this thing?"

Obviously, he realized the meaning of this thing called "powder", I'm afraid it can't be replaced by salt and food.

What can save lives like this is definitely not something that can be exchanged for any fur or weapon.

Sure enough, Mu Feng smiled and said: "This kind of powder can save lives, so the things that need to be exchanged are more expensive. Only two captives can exchange for a small bag of this herb!"

"Two captives?" Xiangli was short of breath.

"Why, too much?" Mu Feng asked with a smile.

"No, it's not!" Xiangli waved his hand again and again.

In fact, the captives were not considered human at all to them.

If it weren't for Mu Feng's claim that taking prisoners can exchange salt and weapons, they wouldn't be too lazy to stay alive. After all, to ensure that they can live to the city, it is also necessary to consume their food!

It's just that right now, he suddenly felt that these prisoners were too few-they only brought thirty-five prisoners this time!

Except for the twenty people who paid back Mufeng's credit last time, the remaining number is not enough to get back ten packets of herbs.

But there were more than 20 injured in their tribe.

In other words, now they knew that Mu Feng had life-saving medicinal powder, but because they had not captured many prisoners, they had to give up some of the people!

How can this be called Xiangli?

If he knows that he can't save the tribe, that's it, but now the life-saving thing is right in front of him, he can't give up saving the tribe without knowing that there is a way.

What's more, the purpose of his trip was to exchange salt and weapons.

After all, the last time they only defeated a part of the opponent's fighters, they might come back at any time.

As a result, he has become more and more aware that there are not enough people caught by himself!

The old **** Mufeng was there and didn't speak.

The animal skin bag containing the herbal medicine was also pinched in his hand, and he did not rush to take it back.

Xiangli's expression was struggling. After a long while, he looked at Mu Feng with an obscure and hopeful voice, begging with a full face: "Warchief, can we still take credit?"

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