I Became The Chief of A Primitive Village

Su Bai stood up and dusted off his hands, satisfied with the growth of these crops.

However, there was still one issue he needed to confirm before he could truly be at ease. That was to test whether the land that had been planted once would produce crops that grew just as quickly when planted a second time.

If the growth speed slowed down during the second planting, it would be quite troublesome. They could not keep changing the location of the farmland, after all.

“Shaman, are we going to find Uncle Gu Mu now?” Yu Ying curiously asked.

“Yes, I want him to make some Straw Sandals first. They might come in handy when we reclaim our Ancestral Land.” Su Bai said. Thɪs chapter is updated by Novᴇ(l)Fɪre .ɴᴇt

With footwear, the warriors could fearlessly tread on gravel and run faster, which would undoubtedly be advantageous in battle.

Su Bai and Yu Ying walked to Gu Mu’s Teepee. He was outside, whittling a wooden stick, seemingly preparing to make a recurve bow.

Last time, when Su Bai learned that recurve bows were very helpful in hunting Stone Armoured Crocodiles, he gave the book on making recurve bows to Gu Mu. He told him to stop making longbows and start researching recurve bows, as their power was far greater than the longbows.

“Shaman, please come inside the Teepee and have a seat. The Sun is too strong outside.” Gu Mu stopped his work and hurriedly lifted the Teepee’s door flap.