I am the chief of a primitive tribe

"Great Chief!"

Everyone looked at Mu Feng, waiting for him to speak.

"I..." Mu Feng hesitated and looked at the old man for help.

The old man shook his head: "I've already said that you are now the chief of the tribe!"

"I?" Mu Feng was a little busy. He had just crossed into this world and was about to take on the responsibility of turning the tide?

At this moment, the system in his mind prompted again: "

Task 1: Help the tribe overcome difficulties, 300 points of achievement.

Task 2: Solve the survival problem of the tribe, 500 points of achievement.

Task 3: Inspire the morale of the tribe, 200 points of achievement."

"No way, the tasks have been given!" Mu Feng scratched his head and found that he could only accept the tasks now.

After all, he is now the great chief of the tribe, and he doesn't want to be a commander without troops!

He thought carefully about the crisis facing the tribe: the flames were taken away, the furs were also looted, the losses were heavy, and the people were panicked.

The terrible thing is that although the looters have left, no one can guarantee that they will not come back.

So Mu Feng's first priority is to solve the problem of food, clothing and safety of the tribe.

Mu Feng knew what he should do all at once.

He carefully searched his memory and said to Li Hu: "Gather the young and strong men in the tribe, I have something to say! In addition, gather all the bone knives in the tribe!"

"Yes, Chief!" Li Hu retreated respectfully and went out to make arrangements.

Not long after, he brought more than fifty young and strong men to the thatched hut, and more than thirty bone knives were placed on the ground.

"This..." Mu Feng was a little tearful, "This is too 'weak'! It seems that there are many things to do!"

Following Li Hu was a steel-bearded tough man who was taller and stronger than him. He had sharp edges on his face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a firm gaze. He looked like a loyal, brave and ruthless man.

Mu Feng knew that his name was Mingguang, and he was the headhunter of the tribe's hunting team.

"Great Chief!" Mingguang was about to salute.

Mufeng waved his hand to signal him not to do so, looking at him and the fifty-odd people behind him: "The ordeal the tribe just experienced is over, but we are still alive! No one knows whether the people who robbed us will come back. But we must be prepared!"

"As long as we work together, we can overcome these difficulties and solve the problem of food!"

"But they have more than 200 young and strong people, we are no match for them!" someone said.

"It doesn't matter!" Mufeng nodded and smiled, "Please believe me, I have a way to protect the whole tribe and make everyone full!"

"Huh?" Li Hu on the side was stunned, obviously a little surprised. He didn't expect that Mufeng had adapted to his identity as the great chief in just half a day.

However, adaptation is adaptation, and the problem of food and tribal safety cannot be solved just by saying it can be solved.

Mu Feng thought about it carefully and said, "Uncle Mingguang, there are 36 bone knives now. Use half of them to dig thornwood in the back mountain. Dig them out with the roots. Cut off the ones that can't be dug and put them in the west of the tribe!"

"Thorny wood?" Mingguang asked, "Chief, thornwood is full of thorns. What do you want it for!"

Mu Feng smiled and said, "I have my own use!"

After a pause, he said, "In addition to thornwood, use the other half of the bone knives to cut twigs. Don't use those that are too thin. At least they should be as thick as my forearm! If they are inconvenient to hold, you can cut them into this length and bring them back!"

Mu Feng originally wanted to say "three meters long", but thinking that primitive society may not have a concept of "meter", he gestured on the spot.

After saying this, Mu Feng looked at everyone: "Understand?"

"Understood!" Mingguang nodded seriously.

He really wanted to ask what the twigs were for, but seeing Mu Feng's confident look, he suppressed his doubts and quickly chose someone.

Mingguang quickly selected the people and divided them into two groups to set off.

The rest of the people stood behind Lihu, waiting for Mufeng's next instructions.

Mufeng looked at these people and said, "The rest of the people go pick up stones. Pick up stones of suitable size. It's okay to pick up bigger stones, but they must be able to be stacked together! Put the stones you pick up next to the big tree on the west side of the tribe!"

Lihu was confused again. Nothing Mufeng was going to do now was something he could understand.

What he could understand was that there were too many thornwood trees in the north mountain, and the mulberry trees and stones around the tribe were nothing special.

Mufeng looked at Lihu and asked naturally, "What's wrong, Uncle Lihu?"

"Ah?" Lihu was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly waved his hand, "You are the chief now, just call me Lihu! I have no problem!"

Mufeng shook his head helplessly, "Uncle, you watched me grow up, so don't call me the chief in the future, just call me Mufeng. Please talk to the tribe's people also said so!"

"Okay!" Li Hu was shocked, but nodded solemnly.

Then he turned to the two young men behind him who obviously looked a bit like him and said, "Qingya, Hongya, take everyone to pick up stones!"

"Yes, Dad!" The two turned around and led people away to pick up stones.

Qingya, Hongya, and Baiya are Li Hu's two sons and one daughter.

Here Li Hu turned to look at Mu Feng: "Chief... Mu Feng, do you have any other instructions?"

Mu Feng shook his head: "Let's finish these before the sun sets today, and we will go into the mountains to hunt tomorrow!"

"Yes!" Li Hu's expression tightened, and he turned and left quickly.