Chapter 25

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Huamaolong is the original chicken, the ancestor of chicken.

According to Mu Feng's own idea, it's more simple 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 woods.

This time, he still asked Mingguang about the temperament of primitive chickens. Knowing the area and temperament of their infestation, he secretly thought about it.

I have to say that although Mingguang's reaction is a bit slow, he is still very competent in terms of understanding animal temperament.

Compared with his introduction, Mu Feng only felt that compared with the domesticated chickens of later generations, the original chicken was a little bit fiercer and bigger, and the rest was nothing special.

As Mingguang said: "Although Huamaolong is not as big as a wild sheep, it runs faster and does not eat only grass like wild sheep. They eat flower seeds, some small insects, and some with Poisonous scorpions eat anything!"

Hearing his introduction, Mu Feng couldn't help grinning, thinking to himself, "As long as you can swallow it in your stomach, I'm afraid there will be no chickens that you won't eat."

He smiled and said to Mingguang: "Okay, tomorrow bring the rattan net, bamboo gun, animal tendon rope, get some wood thorns from the thorn wood rattan, wrap it up, and bring it tomorrow. By the way, from Take a big fish from the cave, cut the meat into thin strips and bring it on!”

"What are you doing with fish?" Mingguang frowned, "Don't you dig traps?"

"No!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "This is the way to catch raw chickens!"

"Primitive chicken?" Mingguang was surprised again.

"Oh!" Mu Feng suddenly reacted, "Another name for Hua Maolong, and calling it a dragon is really an insult to a dragon, and it will be called Primitive Chicken in the future!"

Mu Feng settled on the title of the original chicken in one word. If the chicken could speak, I don't know how I would feel.

"Yes!" Mingguang no longer struggled.

The next morning, Li Hu took seven or eight people to the trap where the sheep were caught yesterday.

Mu Feng followed Ming Guang and took thirty or forty people to another direction.

Because there were so few things, the people who followed couldn't believe that they were going hunting.

"Mufeng!" Mingguang turned back and asked, "We don't even have a bone stick, can we catch a primitive chicken?"

"Definitely!" Mu Feng replied, "As long as you are right, you can catch it!"

"I see!" Mingguang became happy, as if he could feel at ease as long as Mu Feng said this.

A group of people arrived at their destination not long after they left. In terms of time, it was less than half of yesterday's time.

This made Mingguang and the people around the hunting party feel a little unreal. They had never come this close before hunting.

But since Mu Feng got involved in the hunting, every time they walked not far, they were able to return with a full reward.

"It's here, right there!" Mingguang, who stopped first, pointed in one direction, "Mu Feng, what should we do next?" Everyone looked at Mu Feng.

"Simple!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "Give me the sliced ​​fish!"

Mingguang quickly 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, and then grabbed a handful of fish sticks, not far away

Spread another slice.

"What is this for?" Everyone looked at Mu Feng with a puzzled expression.

However, Mu Feng did not explain, but looked up and looked around, found a big-leafed tree that looked a bit like a poplar, and turned to look at Mingguang: "Give me animal tendons and ropes, and a bamboo gun!"

Mingguang do it, and hand over two things.

Mu Feng took it over, tied it together with animal tendon ropes, about four meters high, and tied the bamboo spear at the other end, and then threw the javelin at one of the branches with his hands.

The javelin was just hanging on a branch when it fell.

Mu Feng clenched the rope tightly with both hands, and both arms competed "Hey"!

He only heard the sound of "pop", and the branch was pulled down by him.

"What is this for?" Everyone was even more confused.

Still not explaining, Mu Feng picked a leaf, the size of a palm, pinched off the leaf stem, folded the leaf in half along the lines of the leaf stem, and folded it in half horizontally, and then spread it out from the middle with his hands to form a small triangular bowl.

He turned to Mingguang and said, "Give me a thorn thorn!"

Mingguang still did as he did, his face full of wonder.

Mu Feng took the thorns and directly strung the leaves, which was equivalent to fixing the shape of the small bowl with the thorns.

Then Mu Feng took another fish stick and put it in it, 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, hurry up and do what I just did!"

"That's it?" Mingguang scratched his head, "Woo, wood wind, can we catch the flower feathers...original chicken?"

Others also looked at Mu Feng with incredulous eyes, obviously a little suspicious.

Mu Feng sighed and had to say: "Don't worry, as long as the original chicken appears here, it will definitely be caught!"

"Yes!" Others came forward to pick leaves, fold small bowls, then pierce the wood thorns, put fish sticks, and finally throw them on the ground.

Many people are powerful, and the process is simple, so it doesn't take a moment to put one or two hundred small bowls of leaves on the ground.

Looking at the small bowls of leaves lying in disorder on the ground, Mu Feng smiled and said, "I've used all the methods of catching chickens, and I'm just waiting for the primitive chickens to take the bait!"

(End of this chapter)

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