In a wooden house, Wang Cong was lying on the bed. At this time, his face turned red and thunderous sounds were heard from time to time.

"Dad, I don't accept it, I'm going to kill him." Wang Cong's arm was broken, but the other fist was tightly clamped together, his eyes filled with scarlet colors.

"Stop talking, don't mention this matter again." Wang Qi's eyes were deep, and he shouted coldly, then turned around and left, "You should rest with peace of mind, remember, don't do anything randomly."

On the bed, Wang Cong's eyes were filled with hatred, his body was trembling, and he clenched his steel teeth, which was a heinous hatred.

At this time, the sun gradually sets westward.

In the forest, Mo Feng was carrying a compound bow, and behind him were two young men. The eyes of the two looked at Mo Feng were filled with admiration.

Mo Feng had another iron nail tied. The iron nail was not big, only the size of a little finger. The iron nail was covered with rubber skin in the shape of corn kernels. If you smell it carefully, you can smell it, the corn kernels actually emit a little fragrance.

"Chief, what is this?" one of the young men asked curiously.

"Catching pheasants." Mo Feng replied. These gadgets take up little space. He just used a storage bar and brought a box of hundreds of these things.

This thing is very efficient in catching pheasants in later generations, after all, there are not many pheasants in later generations. But at this time, this thing is absolutely efficient and can be reused.

"Catch, catch pheasant?" The two young men were slightly stunned. They had never seen the trap of catching pheasant, but how could it be so simple? Just tie a thin thread to the nail? Can this be caught?

"Chief, can't this be it? Those pheasants are cunning! We need to set a lot of traps to catch these pheasants every day!" Another young man Chen Lan pursed his lips and said.

"Don't worry. By the way, you two come to collect these hook lines tomorrow and tomorrow." Mo Feng said as he walked.

The two of them smiled bitterly, and although they didn't believe it, they still nodded in their response.

The night covers the earth, and the deep mountains and pavilions at night are cold.

But that night, the villagers couldn't sleep well. They didn't want to move, or they dared not move.

In Mo Feng's wooden house, he spelled what he needed to do next. He had to deal with the mountain people first. The next step was to go out, walk out of the mountains, and appreciate the taste of the man.

In a blink of an eye, the sky and the earth were emitting bright light, and the thin mist gradually dissipated. The villagers were ready with their hands and feet, and there were probably ten people. Those who were not good at their legs were responsible for staying here to extract stone salt.

Mo Feng was in front, with a dark and shiny compound bow on his back, and axe he had brought for the first time on his waist, looking quite imposing.

At this time, at the end of Lin Road, there were Chen Lan and the others. However, the two looked particularly embarrassed at this time, which made many villagers exclaim and breathe a sigh of relief.

"This, this"

"Gudu, how is this possible?"

As if at first glance, the two of them dragged, pulled, hugged, and caught dozens of pheasants. If they counted carefully, it would probably be no less than a hundred. They were all pulled around them.

Then, everyone quickly met. Before everyone could speak, Chen Lan and the other two had a smile on their faces and said excitedly: "Chief, your thing is really useful. These pheasants were stuck in their throats by nails and could not move."

When the words came out, the people of the mountain were stunned and then looked at Mo Feng tightly, his eyes filled with disbelief. This time, he caught a hundred pheasants? Even if the hunters in their village entered the mountain three or five times, there would not be so many prey, right?

Mo Feng roughly glanced at the eyes and nodded and said, "It's not bad." Fishing chickens is like fishing. There are many chickens in the mountains at this time, and they are not familiar with this routine, so it's normal to take the bait.

After saying that, Mo Feng turned his head and said, "Uncle Wang, take people to tie up these pheasants and bring them on the road."

"Why,"

Then, a team of nearly a hundred people set off.

Mo Feng grabbed the steel hand axe in front, Wang Zhan led the two behind, and the remaining hunters were distributed on the left and right.

These villagers were originally farmers, and they were definitely more powerful than the current people in farming and carrying food for tens of days. Perhaps the upper limit was not as good as in later generations, but they had already compressed their physical mechanism to the extreme. At this time, their pace was naturally not slow, even women and children were very fast.

On that day, after noon, a man sent by Wang Zhan led seven or eight young people from the next village to chase him along the mark.

When they saw dozens of pheasants, the young men were slightly stunned and immediately looked at the person in front of the team.

The man didn't look strong, and if he was particularly particular, he had a masculine aura between his eyebrows. However, I don't know whether Mo Feng was intentional or unintentional. At this moment, he suddenly pulled the bow and arrow. Almost instantly, the dark and narrow arrow had already emerged quickly.

I heard a sound of feathers flapping from the tree canopy not far away. Then a pair of black birds fell down weakly, twitched on the ground, and died.

Several people were shocked in an instant and pursed their lips. They killed two birds with one stone? And they shot dozens of steps on the tree canopy? They were amazed at them in an instant. Immediately, they put away their contempt, and one of the middle-aged men came out and said in a deep voice: "Brother Mo is good at archery."

After saying that, he turned around and said, "I wonder what Brother Mo wants to do when I invite us here this time?"

The bow and arrow were behind his back again, Mo Feng walked indifferently, cutting off the weeds with the axe in his hand and opening the way. After walking for more than ten breaths, Mo Feng stopped and said indifferently: "Don't worry, it's nothing big. Just wait until you get to the place to help build some bamboo rafts and build some wooden houses."

After saying that, the few people were relieved and kept moving forward.

Then, every night, Mo Feng would take Chen Zhi and the others to arrange fishing hooks along the mountains and forests, and would return with a full load every day at dawn.

In this way, three days passed in a blink of an eye.

At this time, on the ridge.

Mo Feng looked at the shimmering river surface and his expression was relieved. However, the faces of the other villagers behind him changed slightly, and his eyes were staring at the river surface below the mountain in fear.

"It's here, that's it." Mo Feng said cheerfully.

Wang Zhan looked at the expressions of everyone, then frowned and said, "Chief, there are countless wild animals gathering here, and every night, there are countless jackals, tigers and leopards. There may be dangers in settling down here!"

"If you want to have no worries about food and clothing, you have to rely on this place." Mo Feng swore. Then he took out something, which was a mini-version telescope. He stood on the ridge and looked around. After a long time, he spoke: "There is a hillside there, and we will organize the wooden house there."

Seeing Mo Feng insisting, everyone didn't have much to say. They walked over with their teeth. What they had relied on at this time was that Mo Feng really had a way to deal with the jackals, tigers and leopards, and prevent them from worrying about food and clothing.
Chapter completed!