In order to have food to eat in the future, last time they hurried and hurried, fought hard, and it took a day to finally fill the 25 acres of land.

This also caused them to collapse completely, throw the flat pole aside, and fall straight to the ground with a plop, gasping for breath, not wanting to move.

At that time, they were busy until late at night, just lying outside, and sooner or later something was going to happen.

In the end, Ye Feng really couldn't bear it, afraid that they would be outside in the middle of the night, so he waved his hand and asked a few clansmen to carry them back.

Although every cell of the tired was trembling, their worship of Ye Feng from the bone marrow, they would not be bothered by this matter.

They were just very confused, very puzzled that Ye Feng was so good, why should they punish them?

In order to sort out this matter, they can be said to have no food, can't sleep at night, and never have a clue.

Now looking at the huge cylinder car that is slowly turning, the doubts of these days have finally been solved.

Thinking about their own behavior, they feel very self-ashamed, and they can't hide their shame from the cracks.

"By the way, it's all the blame on that person, if it weren't for him, would we have made this mistake?" Suddenly, a big man remembered the pockmarked face, and couldn't help but say angrily.

Hearing his words, these people woke up violently and said, "Yes, it's to blame him!" ”

"I shouldn't have believed him in the first place!"

"Where is he? I'm going to beat him up! ”

"Yes, we have to teach him a hard lesson!"

"Let's go, let's go find him!"

"Let's go!"

Afterwards, Mazi's face was beaten and his face was swollen, and his parents may not recognize it.

According to the regulations, the tribe is only allowed to fight, and cannot fight and fight privately, which is to be punished, but Ye Feng seems to want to teach that pockmarked face a lesson, and for their fighting, he simply turned a blind eye and treated it as if it had never happened.

After finishing the work of the cylinder car, Ye Feng got a rare free time, seeing that there was nothing to do, and the weather was very cool today, he picked up the fishing rod and prepared to go to the river to fish.

The rod had not been used much since it was last made, and a thick layer of ash had accumulated on it, and when it was raised, it all fell and floated into his nose, causing him to sneeze incessantly.

"Huh? Ye Feng, what's going on? Are you sick? Just then, Buzz passed by him, heard his sneezing, and couldn't help asking.

As early as the day after his triumphant return, Bass had already submitted his resignation to Ye Feng. But Ye Feng thought that when the spring plowing was completed, the construction of the road between the Xingyue Tribe and the Giant Wood Tribe should also be put on the agenda, so he let him flow down so that he could discuss it at that time.

He didn't want to go back and forth between the two tribes for the slightest thing that needed to be discussed.

Buzz knew Ye Feng's intentions, and nodded very happily in agreement, then his giant wood tribe warriors went back first, and found a trustworthy person among them to let him temporarily manage the tribe.

Ye Feng waved his hand and said, "I'm fine, I'm just choked by the ashes!" ”

Bass's eyes were attracted by the fishing rod in Ye Feng's hand, and he hurriedly asked, "Then Ye Feng, what is this thing and what is it used for?" ”

"It's called a fishing rod, and it's used for fishing, which means that it can catch the fish in the water and lift them out of the water, but you have to be patient with it, and if you're unlucky, you might not catch a single fish in a day!"

Bas was stunned for a moment, and said in astonishment: "Is it possible that you can't catch a fish in a day?" This thing is useless! It's not as good as your nets, but it can make a lot of fish at once! ”

Ye Feng waved his hand again, and said incomprehensibly: "No, no, no, you don't know this, this is called artistic conception, use it to fish, the purpose is not to fish, but the kind of artistic conception I said!" ”

Before the crossing, Ye Feng was very fond of fishing, if he had time, and the weather was good, he would pick up the fishing tackle, run to the small river in the countryside, to a place where no one disturbed, and fish quietly, sometimes a fishing is a day.

In this way, his fishing skills have improved by leaps and bounds, and the fish he catches are often two or three times that of others.

Once, when he was lucky, he went down with a rod, and within a few minutes, a ten-pound big fish was hooked, which made him pretend to be a good force among a group of fishing friends.

Hearing his words, Bas couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, his face was full of disbelief, and he said in surprise: "Isn't the purpose for fish?" So what's the use of saying this? It's better to go hunting at this time! ”

"Ahem!" Ye Feng suddenly felt extremely embarrassed, and hurriedly covered it up with a light cough.

It is estimated that it is too early to talk about the artistic conception of fishing with primitive people who are still in the subsistence line, according to the ideas of these primitive people, all activities that are not aimed at filling their stomachs are meaningless.

"Oh, you don't understand this, or do you? You go fishing with me to feel this mood? Ye Feng hurriedly proposed.

He didn't think that primitive people could experience this kind of artistic conception, and asked Buzz to go fishing together, just to have a chat company.

Seeing Ye Feng's gracious and difficult appearance, Buzz nodded hurriedly and said, "Okay, let's go together!" ”

Ye Feng took out a gray fishing rod again, and regardless of the dust on it, he threw it directly into Bass's arms with a snap, and raised a puff of dust again.

If it had been left in the afterlife, this behavior would have been sprayed with blood, and he would have been thought to be too deceitful.

Fortunately, the primitive people didn't care about these details, and just listened to Bass say, "Okay, let's go!" ”

The two shook off their fishing rods, shook off the dust on them, carried a wooden bucket, and brought the earthworms, which had just been dug out of the dirt, as a natural bait, and raised their feet to walk towards the river.

"Ye Feng, are you going?" At this moment, Duoye appeared out of nowhere and quietly appeared behind Ye Feng.

Hearing this voice unguarded, Ye Feng was startled, he couldn't understand, how did Duoye walk to his side quietly with a limp leg?

Patting his chest, he hurriedly said, "What else can I do?" Fishing, of course! ”

"Fishing? Well, I'm going too! ”

The last time I accompanied him to fish, I found that his fishing skills were quite good, so Ye Feng readily agreed.

Then, Liu Junting's voice came: "You go fishing, why don't you call me?" ”

Ye Feng couldn't help but be stunned, and hurriedly said, "Lao Liu, are you ...... Are you sure you want to go? ”

Liu Junting is a rough man, Ye Feng has to wonder if he is fishing or scaring fish.

To be continued

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