Chapter 25
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Huamaolong is the original chicken, which is the ancestor of the chicken.
According to Mu Feng's own thinking, it's still easy to call it "chicken". No matter how arrogant its ancestors are dinosaurs, isn't it still reduced to a bird that can't fly in the forest?
This time he still asked Mingguang about the temperament of the primitive chickens, knowing the areas where they appeared and their temperament, he secretly had a care in his heart.
I have to say that although Mingguang's reaction is a bit slow, he is still very competent in terms of understanding the temperament of animals.
Comparing his introduction, Mu Feng only felt that compared with the domesticated chickens of later generations, the primitive chickens were a bit fiercer in appearance and larger in size, and there was nothing special about them.
As Mingguang said: "Although the flower hair dragon is not as big as the wild sheep, it runs faster and does not only eat grass like the wild sheep. They eat flower seeds and some small insects. Poisonous scorpions will eat anything!"
When Mu Feng heard his introduction, he couldn't help grinning, and thought: "As long as it can be swallowed, there is probably nothing that chickens can't eat."
He smiled and said to Mingguang: "Okay, bring the rattan net, bamboo spear, and animal tendon rope tomorrow, and get some thorns from the thorny rattan, wrap it up, and bring it tomorrow. By the way, from the Take a big fish from the cave, cut the meat into thin strips and bring it on!"
"What are you doing with the hairtail?" Ming Guang frowned puzzled, "Aren't you digging a trap?"
"No need!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "This is the way to catch primitive chickens!"
"Primitive chicken?" Ming Guang was surprised again.
"Oh!" Mu Feng reacted suddenly, "Another name for Huamaolong, and calling it a dragon is an insult to the dragon. From now on, it will be called the original chicken!"
With a single word, Mu Feng finalized the title of the original chicken. If the chicken could talk, I don't know how it would feel.
"Yes!" Ming Guang no longer hesitated.
The next morning, Li Hu took seven or eight people to the sheep trap yesterday.
Mu Feng followed Ming Guang and led thirty or forty people to another direction.
Because there were very few things with them, the people who followed couldn't believe that they were going hunting.
"Wood Wind!" Ming Guang turned around and asked, "We didn't even bring a bone stick, so can we catch the primitive chicken?"
"Sure!" Mu Feng replied, "As long as what you say is correct, you can catch it!"
"I got it!" Ming Guang became happy, as if only Mu Feng's words could make him feel at ease.
A group of people arrived at their destination not long after walking, which was less than half of yesterday's time in terms of time.
This made Mingguang and the surrounding hunting team feel a little unreal, they had never hunted so close before.
But ever since Mufeng joined the hunt, every time they traveled not far, they always returned with a rewarding experience.
"Here we are, right there!" Ming Guang, who stopped first, pointed in one direction, "Mu Feng, what should we do next?" Everyone looked at Mu Feng.
"Easy!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "Give me the sliced fish!"
Ming Guang hurriedly handed over fish sticks wrapped in animal skins.
Mu Feng took it, grabbed a handful and walked to the vicinity, lightly sprinkled a small piece, then grabbed a handful of fish sticks, and sprinkled another piece not far away.
"What is this for?" Everyone looked at Mu Feng with doubts on their faces.
But Mufeng didn't explain, but looked up and looked around, found a tree with big leaves that looked a bit like poplar, turned to look at Mingguang: "Give me the animal tendon rope, and a bamboo spear!"
Mingguang did it and handed over two things.
Mu Feng took it and tied it together with an animal tendon rope, about four meters high, and tied a bamboo spear to the other end, and then threw the javelin at one of the branches with his hand on the spot.
The javelin happened to hang from a branch when it fell.
Mu Feng clenched the rope tightly with both hands, and said "Hey" as his arms competed!
He only heard a "pop", and he pulled down the branch with the leaves.
"What is this for?" Everyone was even more confused.
Mu Feng still didn't explain, he picked off a leaf, the size of a palm, pinched off the stem, folded the leaf in half along the lines of the stem, folded it in half horizontally, and stretched it out from the middle with his hands, forming a small triangular bowl shape.
He turned to Mingguang and said, "Give me a thornwood thorn!"
Ming Guang still did as he did, with a look of surprise on his face.
Mufeng took the thorns and strung the leaves directly, which was equivalent to fixing the shape of the small bowl with thorns and thorns.
Then Mu Feng took another fish stick and put it inside, and threw the small leaf bowl with the fish stick on the ground.
He turned to look at the people around him: "What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and do what I did just now!"
"That's it?" Ming Guang scratched his head, "Mu, Mu Feng, this way you can catch flower feathers... the original chicken?"
The others also looked at Mu Feng with incredulous eyes, obviously also a little suspicious.
Mu Feng sighed, and had no choice but to say: "Don't worry, as long as the original chicken appears here, it will definitely be caught!"
"Yes!" Others stepped forward to pick leaves, fold small bowls, then pierce wooden thorns, put fish sticks, and finally throw them on the ground.
There are many people and strength, and the process is simple, so within a short time, one or two hundred small bowls of leaves were placed on the ground.
Looking at the small bowls of leaves scattered on the ground, Mu Feng smiled and said: "I have used all the local methods of catching chickens, and I am just waiting for the primitive chicken to take the bait!"
(end of this chapter)
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Huamaolong is the original chicken, which is the ancestor of the chicken.
According to Mu Feng's own thinking, it's still easy to call it "chicken". No matter how arrogant its ancestors are dinosaurs, isn't it still reduced to a bird that can't fly in the forest?
This time he still asked Mingguang about the temperament of the primitive chickens, knowing the areas where they appeared and their temperament, he secretly had a care in his heart.
I have to say that although Mingguang's reaction is a bit slow, he is still very competent in terms of understanding the temperament of animals.
Comparing his introduction, Mu Feng only felt that compared with the domesticated chickens of later generations, the primitive chickens were a bit fiercer in appearance and larger in size, and there was nothing special about them.
As Mingguang said: "Although the flower hair dragon is not as big as the wild sheep, it runs faster and does not only eat grass like the wild sheep. They eat flower seeds and some small insects. Poisonous scorpions will eat anything!"
When Mu Feng heard his introduction, he couldn't help grinning, and thought: "As long as it can be swallowed, there is probably nothing that chickens can't eat."
He smiled and said to Mingguang: "Okay, bring the rattan net, bamboo spear, and animal tendon rope tomorrow, and get some thorns from the thorny rattan, wrap it up, and bring it tomorrow. By the way, from the Take a big fish from the cave, cut the meat into thin strips and bring it on!"
"What are you doing with the hairtail?" Ming Guang frowned puzzled, "Aren't you digging a trap?"
"No need!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "This is the way to catch primitive chickens!"
"Primitive chicken?" Ming Guang was surprised again.
"Oh!" Mu Feng reacted suddenly, "Another name for Huamaolong, and calling it a dragon is an insult to the dragon. From now on, it will be called the original chicken!"
With a single word, Mu Feng finalized the title of the original chicken. If the chicken could talk, I don't know how it would feel.
"Yes!" Ming Guang no longer hesitated.
The next morning, Li Hu took seven or eight people to the sheep trap yesterday.
Mu Feng followed Ming Guang and led thirty or forty people to another direction.
Because there were very few things with them, the people who followed couldn't believe that they were going hunting.
"Wood Wind!" Ming Guang turned around and asked, "We didn't even bring a bone stick, so can we catch the primitive chicken?"
"Sure!" Mu Feng replied, "As long as what you say is correct, you can catch it!"
"I got it!" Ming Guang became happy, as if only Mu Feng's words could make him feel at ease.
A group of people arrived at their destination not long after walking, which was less than half of yesterday's time in terms of time.
This made Mingguang and the surrounding hunting team feel a little unreal, they had never hunted so close before.
But ever since Mufeng joined the hunt, every time they traveled not far, they always returned with a rewarding experience.
"Here we are, right there!" Ming Guang, who stopped first, pointed in one direction, "Mu Feng, what should we do next?" Everyone looked at Mu Feng.
"Easy!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "Give me the sliced fish!"
Ming Guang hurriedly handed over fish sticks wrapped in animal skins.
Mu Feng took it, grabbed a handful and walked to the vicinity, lightly sprinkled a small piece, then grabbed a handful of fish sticks, and sprinkled another piece not far away.
"What is this for?" Everyone looked at Mu Feng with doubts on their faces.
But Mufeng didn't explain, but looked up and looked around, found a tree with big leaves that looked a bit like poplar, turned to look at Mingguang: "Give me the animal tendon rope, and a bamboo spear!"
Mingguang did it and handed over two things.
Mu Feng took it and tied it together with an animal tendon rope, about four meters high, and tied a bamboo spear to the other end, and then threw the javelin at one of the branches with his hand on the spot.
The javelin happened to hang from a branch when it fell.
Mu Feng clenched the rope tightly with both hands, and said "Hey" as his arms competed!
He only heard a "pop", and he pulled down the branch with the leaves.
"What is this for?" Everyone was even more confused.
Mu Feng still didn't explain, he picked off a leaf, the size of a palm, pinched off the stem, folded the leaf in half along the lines of the stem, folded it in half horizontally, and stretched it out from the middle with his hands, forming a small triangular bowl shape.
He turned to Mingguang and said, "Give me a thornwood thorn!"
Ming Guang still did as he did, with a look of surprise on his face.
Mufeng took the thorns and strung the leaves directly, which was equivalent to fixing the shape of the small bowl with thorns and thorns.
Then Mu Feng took another fish stick and put it inside, and threw the small leaf bowl with the fish stick on the ground.
He turned to look at the people around him: "What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and do what I did just now!"
"That's it?" Ming Guang scratched his head, "Mu, Mu Feng, this way you can catch flower feathers... the original chicken?"
The others also looked at Mu Feng with incredulous eyes, obviously also a little suspicious.
Mu Feng sighed, and had no choice but to say: "Don't worry, as long as the original chicken appears here, it will definitely be caught!"
"Yes!" Others stepped forward to pick leaves, fold small bowls, then pierce wooden thorns, put fish sticks, and finally throw them on the ground.
There are many people and strength, and the process is simple, so within a short time, one or two hundred small bowls of leaves were placed on the ground.
Looking at the small bowls of leaves scattered on the ground, Mu Feng smiled and said: "I have used all the local methods of catching chickens, and I am just waiting for the primitive chicken to take the bait!"
(end of this chapter)
Huamaolong is the original chicken, which is the ancestor of the chicken. According to Mu Feng's own thinking, it's still easy to call it "chicken". No matter how arrogant its ancestors are dinosaurs, isn't it still reduced to a bird that can't fly in the forest? This time he still asked Mingguang about the temperament of the primitive chickens, knowing the areas where they appeared and their temperament, he secretly had a care in his heart. I have to say that although Mingguang's reaction is a bit slow, he is still very competent in terms of understanding the temperament of animals. Comparing his introduction, Mu Feng only felt that compared with the domesticated chickens of later generations, the primitive chickens were a bit fiercer in appearance and larger in size, and there was nothing special about them. As Mingguang said: "Although the flower hair dragon is not as big as the wild sheep, it runs faster and does not only eat grass like the wild sheep. They eat flower seeds and some small insects. Poisonous scorpions will eat anything!" When Mu Feng heard his introduction, he couldn't help grinning, and thought: "As long as it can be swallowed, there is probably nothing that chickens can't eat." He smiled and said to Mingguang: "Okay, bring the rattan net, bamboo spear, and animal tendon rope tomorrow, and get some thorns from the thorny rattan, wrap it up, and bring it tomorrow. By the way, from the Take a big fish from the cave, cut the meat into thin strips and bring it on!" "What are you doing with the hairtail?" Ming Guang frowned puzzled, "Aren't you digging a trap?" "No need!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "This is the way to catch primitive chickens!" "Primitive chicken?" Ming Guang was surprised again. "Oh!" Mu Feng reacted suddenly, "Another name for Huamaolong, and calling it a dragon is an insult to the dragon. From now on, it will be called the original chicken!" With a single word, Mu Feng finalized the title of the original chicken. If the chicken could talk, I don't know how it would feel. "Yes!" Ming Guang no longer hesitated. The next morning, Li Hu took seven or eight people to the sheep trap yesterday. Mu Feng followed Ming Guang and led thirty or forty people to another direction. Because there were very few things with them, the people who followed couldn't believe that they were going hunting. "Wood Wind!" Ming Guang turned around and asked, "We didn't even bring a bone stick, so can we catch the primitive chicken?" "Sure!" Mu Feng replied, "As long as what you say is correct, you can catch it!" "I got it!" Ming Guang became happy, as if only Mu Feng's words could make him feel at ease. A group of people arrived at their destination not long after walking, which was less than half of yesterday's time in terms of time. This made Mingguang and the surrounding hunting team feel a little unreal, they had never hunted so close before. But ever since Mufeng joined the hunt, every time they traveled not far, they always returned with a rewarding experience. "Here we are, right there!" Ming Guang, who stopped first, pointed in one direction, "Mu Feng, what should we do next?" Everyone looked at Mu Feng. "Easy!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "Give me the sliced fish!" Ming Guang hurriedly handed over fish sticks wrapped in animal skins. Mu Feng took it, grabbed a handful and walked to the vicinity, lightly sprinkled a small piece, then grabbed a handful of fish sticks, and sprinkled another piece not far away. "What is this for?" Everyone looked at Mu Feng with doubts on their faces. But Mufeng didn't explain, but looked up and looked around, found a tree with big leaves that looked a bit like poplar, turned to look at Mingguang: "Give me the animal tendon rope, and a bamboo spear!" Mingguang did it and handed over two things. Mu Feng took it and tied it together with an animal tendon rope, about four meters high, and tied a bamboo spear to the other end, and then threw the javelin at one of the branches with his hand on the spot. The javelin happened to hang from a branch when it fell. Mu Feng clenched the rope tightly with both hands, and said "Hey" as his arms competed! He only heard a "pop", and he pulled down the branch with the leaves. "What is this for?" Everyone was even more confused. Mu Feng still didn't explain, he picked off a leaf, the size of a palm, pinched off the stem, folded the leaf in half along the lines of the stem, folded it in half horizontally, and stretched it out from the middle with his hands, forming a small triangular bowl shape. He turned to Mingguang and said, "Give me a thornwood thorn!" Ming Guang still did as he did, with a look of surprise on his face. Mufeng took the thorns and strung the leaves directly, which was equivalent to fixing the shape of the small bowl with thorns and thorns. Then Mu Feng took another fish stick and put it inside, and threw the small leaf bowl with the fish stick on the ground. He turned to look at the people around him: "What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and do what I did just now!" "That's it?" Ming Guang scratched his head, "Mu, Mu Feng, this way you can catch flower feathers... the original chicken?" The others also looked at Mu Feng with incredulous eyes, obviously also a little suspicious. Mu Feng sighed, and had no choice but to say: "Don't worry, as long as the original chicken appears here, it will definitely be caught!" "Yes!" Others stepped forward to pick leaves, fold small bowls, then pierce wooden thorns, put fish sticks, and finally throw them on the ground. There are many people and strength, and the process is simple, so within a short time, one or two hundred small bowls of leaves were placed on the ground. Looking at the small bowls of leaves scattered on the ground, Mu Feng smiled and said: "I have used all the local methods of catching chickens, and I am just waiting for the primitive chicken to take the bait!" end of this chapter
