At present, Mo Chuchen and the white-haired eagle are both babies less than a year old, and it is naturally impossible for a big man to take care of the child himself.

They were taken care of by the women of the tribe, who changed their group every five days, and most of the children's food consisted of animal milk and purees.

In several shift changes, Mo Chuchen also saw the woman who gave him Tatar Fruit at the beginning.

The woman stared at him viciously, but she didn't dare to poison him anymore, and once the child went wrong in her hands, she would be the first to be held accountable.

There are quite a few people like her who are upset, but except for when they are on shift, they can't get in touch with Mo Chuchen.

In the end, they are just clowns who can be guarded against but not enough to be careful.

Time flies.

Mo Chuchen also grew up safely to the age of five who could walk and run.

He got a piece of leopard skin from the witch's hand as clothes, and the rough fur wrapped around the short and fat white body, which was very cute.

When he left the mud house for the first time, the busy clansmen put down their work and looked at the future leader curiously.

Most people have friendly and fearful expressions, and there are a few wisps of malice and dissatisfaction hidden in these friendships.

"Alas, it's Zara!"

"Zara, do you need any help?"

"Zara, Zara, where are you going?"

Gradually, the tribesmen gathered around, and usually the doll was kept in a mud house, and it was rare for everyone to see it again.

This time, Mo Chuchen ran out by himself, and the clansmen of the Yuange tribe naturally had to take a closer look.

"I want to find some plants to play with."

Mo Chuchen blinked, making an ignorant and curious appearance.

"Come on, come on, these are the fruit seeds I found, you can play with them." The enthusiastic clansmen immediately retrieved several glass-ball-shaped seeds from the fruit basket.

"I have it here, too, purple seeds!" Another villager took out a black seed in the shape of an ingot.

These strange-shaped seeds are usually used by them for children to play with, because they are very popular with children because of their strange appearance.

"Thank you!"

With the seeds given by the villagers, Mo Chuchen walked to a place where there was no one, and turned his hands over, and there were some inconspicuous black seeds in his hands.

[Wait, host, this thing isn't a product of this world, is it?] What's wrong? 】

The small system that has been accustomed to the host picking wool from the mall asked curiously, the black thing is called the Wishing Seed, which is a very chicken prop.

Just make a wish for it and bury it in the ground, and after a month, it will grow into what the wisher intended.

It sounds powerful, but there's a limit to what it can grow based on the cap of each world.

In the world of Xianxia, you can grow life above the golden pill stage, but in the world without aura, I am afraid that you can only grow a bunch of dead things.

"No problem, it's a wishing seed and it's not a terrible weapon."

Pinching those seeds, Mo Chuchen returned to the front of Dawu's mud house and buried the seeds around the house at random.

He grows sweet potatoes, potatoes, peppers, corn and the like.

The Yuange tribe is very large, its population occupies almost the entire Western Ocean, but it still maintains a fairly primitive way of life, everyone never grows anything, and most of the sheep are raised.

In the rainy season, there are more animals, so there is more food, and in the winter, when there are few animals, everyone sits in a row and starves.

It is quite a meaning of relying on the sky to eat the sky.

If it is given enough time, I believe that its system will slowly improve and form a new civilization.

It's a pity that time waits for no one, and there are only a few years left before the fall of the Yuange tribe.

Mo Chuchen didn't plan to go step by step, he wanted to directly improve the civilization progress of the Yuange tribe.

"Huh? Why is there grass growing around the house? ”

Ten days later, Da Wu, who came back from the affiliated tribes, looked at the fragile vegetable seedlings outside the mud house with a surprised face, and glared angrily: "I will go out for more than ten days, and the clansmen in charge of cleaning will be lazy like this?" ”

"Grandpa Wu, this is not grass, Zara said, it is a vegetable, and bragged that they can be turned into food to fill the stomach."

The white-haired and red-eyed eagle jumped over, and gave Mo Chuchen out without hesitation, and at the end he glanced at Mo Chuchen who was leisurely eating fruit in the house.

However, Mo Chuchen is not the original owner, so he will not blow up his hair for this little thing.

Looking at the eagle who was afraid of being robbed of his favor and angrily brushed his sense of existence, he returned the smile faintly, and then ate the puree as if nothing happened.

“……。” Looking at the little friend's unmoved appearance, the eagle suddenly had a sense of powerlessness to hit the air with a handful of strength.

"What is the dish? If Zara likes it, keep it. ”

The Great Witch didn't take Eagle's words seriously, just regarded them as childlike words and funny bragging.

The staple food of the Yuange tribe is meat, followed by fruits, and other things are either too bitter or not tasty, and they never wanted to develop those wild vegetables as food.

Besides, none of them in their tribe really knew how to farm.

Another dozen days passed, and it was a month before the seeds were planted.

Outside the originally bare mud house, there is a variety of green, there are straight and tall corn, there are red peppers hanging in the green, there are light purple and white sweet potato flowers, as well as bulging cabbage, white and green Chinese cabbage.

"I didn't expect these things to grow so long!"

Da Wu opened the door, with a bewildered face, yesterday these plants were still the same as hemp stalks, why did they change a lot in just one day?

Is he dreaming? Or how?.

The initiator, the little doll dressed in animal skin, calmly walked out of the mud house, found a wood cut into a shovel-like shape, and dug the soil little by little.

"Oh my God, Zara, where did you find these amazing things? They're so pretty, especially the red ones! ”

Da Wu glanced at the things around him, his eyes fell on the pepper, he liked this red plant very much, in the past, when he saw such a red fruit on the road, he would crush it, and paint it in the dirt into a beautiful pattern on his face.

Pulling out a sweet potato the size of a cola bottle with great difficulty, Mo Chuchen said while digging this sweet potato: "That thing is called chili, Grandpa Wu, it can't be used for painting, it's for eating." However, it has not been processed and cannot be eaten yet......"

"Huh? Can you still eat? ”

The Great Witch was stunned, and then laughed dumbly.

He didn't believe what a five-year-old said, he just thought of it as a child's toy.

"I'm going to exorcise evil spirits from the affiliated tribes, and I have something to tell the chief."

The Great Witch packed up his bones and skins, and left with a simple command.

At this time, the eagle quietly poked his head out and walked to Mo Chuchen's side: "Hey, Zara, what are you doing." ”

"Eat well."

Mo Chuchen picked up the sweet potato, walked to the relatively open place of the tribe, and began to dig a pit in place.

"What's delicious?" The eagle is a child, and it has no resistance to food.

"Go find some wood, and I'll tell you."

Mo Chuchen buried the sweet potatoes and put a few stones around them to build a simple small stove.

"Don't lie to me, if you lie to me, I'll sue Grandpa Wu!" The eagle hesitated, let out a cruel remark, and then really stupidly picked up firewood in the tribe.

Many clansmen noticed the actions of the two little dolls, and they couldn't help but joke that the eagle was a foolish child.

An hour later, the eagle finally found enough firewood, Mo Chuchen threw all the dry firewood into the stove, took the wood velvet and sharp wood, and skillfully performed a drill wood to make fire.

"Oh my God! Zara is really not a future leader, so she learned to get the fire source at such a young age! ”

"Isn't it? I didn't learn how to drill fire until I was 10 years old. ”

"No, shouldn't the point be what he wants to do?"

A few idle clansmen looked at Mo Chuchen curiously, only to see that Mo Chuchen saw that the burning wood velvet was thrown into the simple small stove, and after a while, the dry wood in the stove burned, and the fire became bigger and bigger, but because there was a small stove around, the flame did not leave the range of that square inch.

"Isn't that going to be a thing?" The older clansmen stared worriedly at the stove.

"The fire can't come out of the stones, the little leader of Zara is so smart!" However, the attention of the people on the side is on the other side.

With the passage of time, the fire slowly subsided, but strange things happened again, the clansmen near Mo Chuchen all smelled a strange sweet smell, that smell did not exist originally, it appeared too suddenly, so that many people subconsciously followed the taste.

Waiting for the fire to be completely extinguished, Mo Chuchen removed the stove and dug out the sweet potatoes buried in the ground, which were baked by the flame.

"What's that? It smells so good!. Several clansmen approached, and the surface of the sweet potato roasted by the fire was a black carbonized shell, which looked black and not slippery, and the appearance was very bad.

"Eat."

Mo Chuchen held the leaves to block the heat, he broke the sweet potato, and the golden and soft sweet potato flesh that appeared in front of everyone with the heat and fragrance appeared.

"You said it was for me!" The eagle's little face was straight, and his eyes were staring motionless, almost drooling from hunger.

"Here you go." Mo Chuchen handed it over directly.

"Zara, we're going to eat too." The adults still can't pull the children and the little leaders to eat, but some of the half-grown children are very open-minded.

"There aren't many sweet potatoes, let's eat them separately." Mo Chuchen did not refuse, but generously gave up the sweet potato.

Everyone ate a bite of roasted sweet potato, and was immediately conquered by this delicacy, although it is not as refreshing as barbecue, but it tastes sweet and hot, which makes people want to stop.

With the help of sweet potatoes, Mo Chuchen divided the rest of the sweet potatoes in the field to some young people, telling them that these things are very easy to feed, and if you plant one, you can harvest a bunch soon.

Most of the young people were not able to go out hunting alone, and they received very little food.

When they heard that they could grow their own food, they were eager to try it, and many people came to ask for knowledge about farming from time to time after planting.

Through the communication with those young people, Mo Chuchen promoted the other vegetables in the vegetable field.

The adults in the tribe have always scoffed at these things of young people, growing vegetables or something is not as fast as hunting, and those fruits and vegetables are not enough to eat!

Only those young people who are secretly learning to farm know that the sweet potatoes they grow can really be eaten!

Originally, the eleven or twelve-year-old young man was not very convinced of the future leader.

But with Mo Chuchen's fancy cooking method of vegetables and teaching them to use a stone pot to cook all kinds of soups and make all kinds of delicious food, they were completely convinced.

The young people didn't think about it so much, but they naively felt that if the area of farming was larger, maybe the tribe would stop hunting, and they could support themselves just by farming.

Of course, as soon as their remarks were released, they were laughed at by the adult clansmen.

How is it possible to farm to support yourself?

Like breeding cattle and sheep, it is almost the same as a concoction of boring food.

Feed yourself?

That's nonsense.

The young people who were mercilessly laughed at were angry, and they had to do what the adults didn't let them do!

So, on a warm morning, they contacted Mo Chuchen and planted a large area of vegetables and fruits on the wasteland near the tribe.

Mo Chuchen also took the opportunity to make wooden tillage tools, and specially brought back a tame cow from the field where cattle and sheep were raised.

"Hahaha, are you really planning to farm?"

A group of warriors returning with their prey almost laughed as they watched a bunch of cubs busy in the fields.

Unexpectedly, these naïve cubs really don't hit the south wall and don't look back.

"Is fried cabbage with chili good? Is fish soup good? Is sweet potato sweet? We're committed to promoting plants, you know? ”

The young man who was holding the wooden kettle to sprinkle water retorted unconvinced, with an expression of struggle for his ideals.

"Forget it, when you grow up, you'll know how funny it is for you to do this!"

The brave man saw that the child did not listen to persuasion, and his heart was speechless for a while, and he shook the dead deer in his hand as if showing off: "Hunting is the right way, and when you have time to plant these plants, it is better to go home and help your mother pick fruits and make stone spears." ”

"You!"

"Do you all use stone spears for hunting?"

Mo Chuchen stopped the young man's quarrel, and instead asked thoughtfully.

"Of course." The warrior's weapon still hung on his back, a weapon made of long poles, stones, and vines.

"My weapons aren't very pretty, but the weapons of the Great Warriors are pretty, their weapons are iron spears, but they are sharp!"

It seems that the future leader is worried about misunderstanding, and the warrior patiently explains.

Their tribe already had a rudimentary iron-making technique, and although it was not finished, it was more than enough for hunting, and it was much sharper than stone.

Mo Chuchen stared thoughtfully at the rudimentary weapon.

Then, with a wink, he looked at the warrior and said pleadingly, "Can you take me to see the place where the iron is smelted?" ”

"Absolutely!" Facing the soft and cute eyes of the future leader, the warrior agreed without thinking about it.

It's just that he didn't know that this small move would be the first step in the rapid development of their entire tribe's weapon form.