“I don’t need your worship and offerings, you just need to take good care of the Baija tribe for me.”

“Okay!” Baltz readily agreed, after all, they were not only worried about food, but also about the continuation of their tribe.

Because of the large-scale arrests by other tribes, there are fewer and fewer women in the surrounding tribes. What Ye Feng did actually helped his tribe.

He excitedly grasped Ye Feng's hand, and a few tears welled up in his cloudy old eyes.

“If we can resolve all of this, it will be equivalent to saving the lives of our entire clan. We will do whatever you say.”

"So... what are your plans to do about the food? Are you going to keep having people deliver food to us?"

Ye Feng could easily understand the principle that it is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish, and he had no intention of continuously sending these people food.

"Don't worry, I mean what I say..."

After saying that, he took out his phone and called Covington...

The call lasted only about two minutes before it ended.

His next task was to teach these indigenous people how to farm.

In this way... the indigenous people will no longer have to risk going out to hunt every day for a living; they can simply farm and be self-sufficient.

Baltz invited the group up to the treehouse and asked his tribesmen to bring out the last of their food to entertain them.

The tribe’s treehouse is the largest in the entire tribe, perched atop a camphor tree over 4 meters tall.

The room was very simple; there were no partitions, no windows, and not even a door...

The floor was made entirely of wooden sticks pieced together and bound together, making it very uncomfortable to sit on.

The gap is large enough to fit a fist, and you can clearly see under the tree.

His family consisted of only four people: two sons who had just come of age and his wife who looked older than him.

Baltz gestured to his wife to bring out a pot of bird soup that was clearly leftover...

Ye Feng could clearly see that this bird was smaller than a chick; it was either cooked or eaten all its meat... it was basically just a skeleton....

A pot of [meat broth] simmered with some unknown green leaves.

Add a handful of wilted clover and discolored palm heart, and this is the highest-level dish they can serve to their guests.

Ye Feng and the others all frowned. This was the clan leader's food; they couldn't imagine what the other clan members ate.

It seems that the Masa people's lives are not much better than those of the Baija people.

"Hehe... Brother Ye Feng..." Baltz laughed awkwardly, seemingly realizing that he hadn't been a good host.

"If you don't like it, I'll have my people hunt some fresh birds right away, but you'll have to wait a while."

Ye Feng shook his head and had Fu Changxiong empty a large pile of snacks from his suitcase...

There are modern foods such as bread, chicken feet, potato chips, and beef jerky.

The Baltz family and Zubdon were dazzled and speechless.

Although they had never eaten these things before, they could tell from their appearance that they were edible.

Ye Feng stood up abruptly and pointed to the pile of snacks...

"Take this food and distribute it to the tribespeople. Remember, don't eat the plastic packaging. Let's go out and investigate first..."

"Thank you! Thank you for your generosity!" Baltz didn't know how to repay the kindness, so he could only lead everyone in bowing repeatedly with their hands clasped together in gratitude.

After Ye Feng and the others came down from the treehouse, they heard a series of "hmm" sounds of praise and chewing coming from inside.

They couldn't help but stuff all sorts of snacks into their mouths, eating them with great gusto.

"Chief, what are these foods? They look delicious!"

"Father, can these yellow people really provide us with food like this every day?"

......

Baltz bit a chicken foot, bone and all, and swallowed it whole. Watching Ye Feng and the others walk away, he nodded firmly.

"I once heard from the previous generation of our tribe that people of East Asian descent are the most intelligent people in the world. I believe they can definitely help us..."

3 p.m.

The sound of weeding echoed through the jungle as Ye Feng led the Masa people to begin cultivating the land.

After several hours of investigation, Ye Feng discovered that the soil on this mountain was soft and moist, and the soil was fertile, making it a promising place to grow certain types of grains.

For example, rice and soybeans, which prefer moist conditions, and corn and wheat, which are highly adaptable, can be used as staple foods.

Vegetables that can be grown include spinach, taro, and water spinach.

Once these things grow, their two tribes will no longer have to worry about food.

Moreover, once the crops take shape, they will attract a large number of insects and birds, and this depleted ecological resource will be revitalized.

After selecting a suitable piece of land with ample sunlight, Ye Feng had the Masa people cut down the large trees that blocked the sunlight, creating a huge planting area.

After all, crops need photosynthesis; they can't function without sunlight.

All 106 members of the Masa ethnic group joined the work, some weeding, some digging, some carrying water...

They are skilled workers, so these tasks are a piece of cake for them.

By the time Covington's helicopter arrived, they had already cleared four plots of farmland.

The helicopter hovered above the mountaintop, and as soon as the cabin door opened, Perodua slowly lowered two large metal crates...

It has to be said that money makes things easier; in just a few hours, they got everything Ye Feng wanted.

After the helicopter left, Ye Feng opened one of the large boxes, which was chest-high and about 2 meters wide.

Upon seeing this, the locals all put down what they were doing and immediately gathered around out of curiosity...

The box was made of steel and filled with various kinds of rice, flour, oil, and salt, even Brazilian chili sauce, and some pots and pans, all piled up very tightly...

"This...this is...rice?" Baltz stammered, stroking the rice bag as if it were a priceless treasure.

"Oh? You know about rice? Have you ever eaten it?" Ye Feng asked curiously.

Baltz nodded... "I ate it when I was a child, back when we lived deep in the jungle. An expedition once sent us rice."

This is the most delicious food in the world...

Upon hearing this, the tribespeople all began to swallow hard. Baltz was the most senior and knowledgeable person in the tribe, so they naturally believed his words.

They never expected that this modern person would actually give them so much rice.

Everyone bowed repeatedly to Ye Feng in gratitude...

Ye Feng immediately had them bring out all the grain. After a final count, there were 15 bags of rice, each weighing 100 jin (50 catties).

200 boxes of quick-pack noodles, each weighing 2 jin (1 catties), 20 bags of salt, and 20 jars of chili sauce.

If these supplies are used sparingly, they will be enough for the Baijia and Masa tribes to survive until the harvest is ready.

"Lord Ye Feng." Upon seeing so many supplies, Baltz changed his way of addressing Ye Feng, his old face beaming with joy.

He pointed to another, larger iron box and asked, "Is this also filled with rice?"

"Of course not, but what's inside is more important than rice!" With that, Ye Feng had Fu Changxiong open the lid of the box.

As soon as it was opened, everyone heard the sound of poultry squawking.

"Giggle, quack, baa..."

"Wow!" Fu Changxiong's eyes widened. The box was divided into several compartments, each made of wire mesh and containing different kinds of poultry.

He immediately understood Ye Feng's thoughts.

"Chickens, ducks, geese, and even lambs! Brother...this is a great idea! You're letting them raise them themselves, right?"

"Yes!" Ye Feng nodded. This is what it means to teach someone how to fish.

According to his thinking, after the Baijia and Masa tribes merged, their numbers would increase, and eating only vegetables and grains would definitely not be enough.

Therefore, meat is essential. Give them some poultry and let them raise it themselves, so they can learn to be self-reliant. This is the key to teaching a man to fish.

"Oh my... what kind of animals are these?"

"Is that one with antlers a deer?"

"I recognize that one, it's a chicken."

"What's that thing with the flat mouth? Another kind of beaver?"

...

The natives began a heated discussion, each offering their own perspective...