It must have been a gift that person brought for their child.

Ye Feng examined the fruit more closely; it was about the same size as a cherry tomato, and its color and shape were exactly the same.

However, once the outer skin is peeled off, the oval-shaped flesh inside is black.

He took a small bite of the fruit, and the taste and sweetness were at least 70% similar to dragon fruit.

Ye Feng instantly recalled the wild fruit section he had read in the survival guide...

This fruit is called the Blood Fruit.

It is a tropical fruit that requires high soil moisture. Rich in vitamins, it also nourishes the liver and kidneys, and benefits the eyes and kidneys.

It gets its name from its blood-red juice.

Ye Feng looked at the two items in his hand, his mind racing, seemingly lost in thought.

Just moments later, a sinister smile crept across his lips as he muttered something under his breath...

"Won't we soon turn the passive situation into the active one?"

"What did you say, sir?" Salra asked, her ears perked up, thinking Ye Feng was talking to her.

"Uh, it's nothing." Ye Feng returned the knife and the half-eaten fruit to the little girl.

"Let's go and see how their guard post is coming along."

After explaining the next steps to the tribesmen who were still working with the mud, the two left the camp.

In the surrounding jungle—

At this moment, Zhan Pengfei was like a foreman, holding the bark blueprints Ye Feng had given him, looking up and pointing at the Baijia women who were working on the tree.

The sentry post couldn't be built too high, firstly because we lacked the skill and resources, and secondly because even if we built it high, we wouldn't be able to see clearly into the jungle.

After all, the main purpose of this sentry post was to prevent enemies from other tribes.

However, if it is built too low, the view will not be far, and if it is not off the ground, it will be very dangerous to stand guard at night, and it will be easy for the enemy to ambush from the dark.

As a compromise, Ye Feng decided to build the house in the tree, which would be both safe and secure.

The largest group, nearly 20 people, were responsible for the construction. They were the main force in the clan responsible for building houses, and their foundation was quite good.

With Zhan Pengfei's command, and the combined efforts of so many people, along with the help of saws and axes, over the course of two hours, the team was able to achieve its goals.

The treehouse's frame and roof have been completed, and the surrounding walls are mostly finished.

It has the same construction structure as the treehouse they used to live in...

"Zhan Pengfei, I brought you here to teach them, how did you become a foreman?"

"Hehe." Zhan Pengfei grinned and ran up to Ye Feng as soon as he saw him.

"Brother Feng, how could I not do what you asked me to do? I've already taught them. And you know what, these women aren't stupid."

He basically learned it after only two or three lessons; the only problem was the language barrier, otherwise the house would have been finished long ago.

Ye Feng looked around the treehouse. The women working on the construction stopped what they were doing and bowed to him, giving him the feeling of a leader inspecting the grassroots.

The house was built on a camphor tree that was over 4 meters tall, and it had windows facing east, west, south, and north, covering an area of ​​about ten square meters.

Not only does it offer a complete view, but it can also accommodate 8 people for rest and shift changes.

Overall, Zhan Pengfei completed the task admirably.

"Hmm." Ye Feng didn't find any fault with it and nodded in satisfaction.

"Well, it seems you really enjoy building; you're learning very quickly."

Zhan Pengfei scratched his head sheepishly, not forgetting to flatter him. "That's because your brother Feng taught me so well! Anyone can do it by following the blueprints. Hehe~"

"Alright, alright," Ye Feng put his arm around Zhan Pengfei's shoulder, his voice lowering. "I happen to have another task I want to give you."

Zhan Pengfei patted his chest and agreed without hesitation... "Hey! Don't be so polite with me, just tell me."

Ye Feng put his arm around his shoulder and led him to the side of the woods. They talked for a while before parting ways.

Before we knew it, it was already 4 PM...

As Ye Feng expected, he did not find Bai Ying or the Shuar tribe bounty hunters today.

During this period, four sentry posts have been completed.

Tang Weiwei and Liu Sisi's team returned from their outing. They spent more than three hours traversing the eastern jungle and successfully brought back hundreds of birch and poplar logs.

Tang Weiwei also brought back some rough tree bark and about a dozen birds and small animals. At this moment, Ye Feng was making a blower under the watchful eyes of all the members of the Baijia tribe.

The steps are the same as usual: first, cut the top of a straight wooden stick about two fingers thick in a cross shape, but not completely, just split it into two branches.

Clamp the ten-shaped fan blades made of tree bark, then secure them with vines, and finally place them into a bellows made of mud.

(Chapter 324 contains detailed steps and pictures; those interested can go back and read it. I won't repeat it here.)

Perhaps they had never seen it before, or perhaps they wanted to get up close and admire the god.

Apart from Ye Feng's companions, everyone else had different expressions.

There was admiration, respect, curiosity... but most of all, there was doubt.

The high priest and the chieftain, in particular, did not know whether Ye Feng was using divine power.

They recognized the things Ye Feng used, but they had never heard of the things he made.

Is that all? Everyone stared blankly at Ye Feng for a moment, and the four bow-shaped blowers were completed.

"Phew!" Ye Feng breathed a long sigh of relief after finishing everything, and sat back on the ground, covered in sweat.

Salla then came up and used her clothes to wipe the sweat from her face.

"My lord, did it succeed?"

"Hmm." Ye Feng picked up the abstract bellows that looked like a geoduck and presented it to everyone.

Knowing that these primitive people had never seen this thing before, he immediately began to demonstrate it to them step by step.

"Look closely, this is called a blower, it's something that can generate wind through hand movements... uh, no, a magical object."

To drive it, you have to do it like this....."

As he spoke, Ye Feng pulled the small wooden bow that had been stuck to the fan blade shaft...

With each pull and return, friction drives the fan blade rod, which is inserted into the bellows. The bark blades clamped at the top of the rod generate airflow with the pulling force, which is then expelled from the bellows' outlet.

Since it was a demonstration, the bellows was placed on the ground, and the exhaust air blew dust all over the ground...

"oh......."

The onlookers, mostly primitive people, let out their signature gasps of amazement...

Tatis and Kratti quickly went to the air vent, knelt down, and held their hands in front of the vent to feel the cool breeze.

As the supreme rulers of the Baija tribe, the two were now stunned.

Their mouths were pursed into an "o" shape, and their eyes were wide open—an expression of surprise as if they had seen an unknown creature.

It's like humans encountering aliens—shock, confusion, curiosity, and also immense excitement and exhilaration.

When the weather gets hot, the Baijia tribe also makes some auxiliary items to help them cool off, such as fans.

But all you need to do is cut the palm leaves into a cone shape and generate wind by shaking your wrist; your hand will still get tired after a while.

Moreover, the wind force was far less than that of a blower, but the fan blades inside were just two pieces of bark. Why did the wind become so strong after adding a strange cover?

"This!...This!...This is a divine artifact! It has been fused with the divine power of the Lord! My great Allah! You are truly amazing!"

Tatis muttered incoherently for a while, his body trembling slightly, like a drug addict on drugs.

Ye Feng rolled his eyes. He could already predict what the two were going to say next, and was just about to speak when...

Chief Krati immediately knelt on the ground...

"O Holy Allah! You are so great! Thank you for sending us this divine artifact. All the people of the Baikal people, let us bow down in gratitude to You!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the clansmen knelt down and began to kowtow to Ye Feng.

"My God..." Ye Feng sighed, holding his head and shaking his head with a wry smile.

He could never have imagined that something so ordinary in a modern rural area would be revered as a deity by these primitive people.

If I manage to smelt the iron later, won't these people faint?