I am a Primitive Man

Fish, no!

Feeling cheated, Lie pointed to the small river covered by ice, some of which still had a layer of snow on it, and said to Han Cheng angrily.

Seeing this, Han Cheng couldn't help being a little dazed. Is this what the big brother said about the missing fish?

Do they mean that the fish are missing because the river is frozen and you can no longer see the fish as usual, so you think the fish are missing?

Instead of what I imagined, because of the cold, the fish all swam to other places?

Thinking of this, Han Cheng suddenly patted himself on the forehead.

He found that he had lost his mind from the very beginning, because he kept thinking that the fish here were migratory fish, but he ignored the fact that after the heavy snow fell, the elder brother led the people in the tribe to fish for three days.

It's snowing and these fish are still there, so it would be strange if the fish migrated!

Fish, down there!

After he was annoyed, he breathed a sigh of relief, the tribe's food crisis can be resolved!

Nor would he himself be considered an untrustworthy person by the lame.

With a surprised smile on his face, Han Cheng poked the ice hard with a stick, and after confirming that the ice was strong enough, he climbed onto the ice.

Tapped the ice with his foot, said to the angry limp.

Lame showed doubts. He didn't agree with Han Cheng's words. This has obviously turned into a solid stone. How could there be fish?

It's just Han Cheng's surprised expression and determined tone that made him hesitate.

Fish, down there!

Catch fish and eat!

Han Cheng even said that he expressed his meaning to the lame with gestures, and once again offered food, which is an irresistible pie.

Then he signaled Limp to hit the ice under his feet hard with the stone in his arms.

Of course, for safety's sake, Han Cheng let Lie come to a place close to the river bank to smash it.

In this way, even if the crack in the ice surface is too large accidentally and falls into the water, it can basically climb out.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Both hands were red and lame from the cold, holding the stone and smashing the ice under his feet vigorously. Every time the stone fell, a piece of ice shards would splash around.

The ice was very thick, and I was sweating profusely, and I took four rests before finally breaking a hole in the ice.

This gets Han a thumbs up for his own wit.

If you don't flick the lame out, there will be an ice layer of more than 20 centimeters, relying on your current self, you really can't break it.

In the first moment when the ice layer was smashed out of the water, Lie smiled and believed in Han Cheng's words.

Since there is water under this stone-like thing, the fish really never left as this guy said.

Under Han Cheng's signal, he limped vigorously along the smashed hole and continued to expand the hole.

Because the ice surface has been smashed open, it is much easier to smash it aside.

Not long after, the ice hole more than doubled in size.

fish!

Before Han Cheng could say to ask Liao to fish out the crushed ice in the ice hole, Lie pointed at the fish that came to breathe the fresh air with its mouth exposed at the entrance of the cave and shouted excitedly.

If it wasn't for Han Cheng to stop him, the lame who threw the stone in his arms aside would have already lay down on the ice and grabbed it with his hands.

Han Cheng couldn't help showing a smile, as long as there are fish! As long as there is fish!

He let the excited limp throw the stones on the ice onto the shore, otherwise in the current weather, it would not take long for them to stick to the ice and be unable to lift them up.

puff!

It seemed that these fish were all suffocated, and not long after the ice was broken, seven or eight fish gathered at the entrance of the hole.

They huddled here, breathing greedily with their mouths open.

Han Cheng felt that it was uncomfortable for them to be squeezed together to breathe, and it was better to go ashore, so he saw the opportunity and stabbed hard at the middle one.

Good start!

I don't know if it's the fish's bad luck or Han Cheng's spearfishing technique, which he has never practiced before, is very good. With one stroke, a fish more than one foot long was pierced by him with a stick, no, a harpoon.

With both hands, Han Cheng directly picked it up from the water.

The fish's tail swung in the air, throwing out a string of beautiful water droplets.

fish!

Limp looked at the fish jumping in the snow, and shouted happily again.

He limped, quickly lifted the jumping fish, and grinned silly at Han Cheng.

Han Cheng was also laughing, this fish weighed at least three catties.

puff!

Taking advantage of the victory, Han Cheng pursued and speared the fish again.

It's a pity that this time I didn't have the good luck of last time. When I took the harpoon down, there was nothing left except for some fish scales.

These fish were all suffocated, and it was a rare chance to breathe. When Han Cheng poked them with a harpoon like this, they only sank a little bit, and they would float back to the surface soon.

puff!

With all his strength, Han Cheng shot again, and the bald harpoon made of a wooden stick in his hand hit the fish's head, causing the fish to jump in pain, and jumped directly from the water to the ice, bouncing back and forth .

This was a pleasant surprise.

Fish, I'm coming!

He limped and held down the fish that jumped up by himself after being beaten, and threw it together with the previous one, and then eagerly asked Han Cheng for a harpoon, ready to experience the joy of harvest by himself.

After all, picking fish is not as enjoyable as spearing it.

Han Cheng's current body is still small, and he has just been reborn, and the scorched shell on his body has not completely faded away, so he is not strong enough.

If it is the kind of sharp harpoon made of thin steel bars or iron bars in later generations, it can still be used for piercing fish.

But now, using this kind of harpoon, which is just a straight stick, and the head of the stick is not cut but ground, his current strength is really far behind.

Although Han Cheng really wanted to fork two more to have fun, he also knew that now was not the time to play around and the most important thing was to get food, so he handed the harpoon to the lame hand.

The lame leg was lame, but his strength and previous working experience were still there. He aimed at a fish, bent his waist, and stabbed down with the harpoon at an angle.

There was only a sound of 'crash', and among the crystal water droplets scattered, a fish more than two feet long had been pierced through the stomach by him with a harpoon, and he picked it out of the water.

fish!

He shouted excitedly, took the fish off the harpoon and handed it to Han Cheng. Han Cheng took the fish with its tail wagging with both hands, and almost fell to the ground with him.

This fish weighs almost ten catties!

The lame, who was completely immersed in the joy of harvesting, had completely forgotten the cold. He just stood by the edge of the ice hole holding a harpoon and stared at the ice hole, and when he saw the right moment, he would insert the harpoon in his hand hard.

Every time he inserted one, he would shout excitedly: Fish!

Lame is really happy. He has never been so happy since his leg was injured.

He is no longer a burden in the tribe, he can also hunt for food for the tribe!

After being a cumbersome lame for more than three years, the joy at this time emanates from the depths of my heart.

(I have already reached the eleventh place. If I work harder, I will be able to show my face in the top ten. Please help me, thank you.)