I am a Primitive Man

The news that Uncle Lu had abducted five adult does in one fell swoop spread quickly among the Qingque tribe.

Everyone came to look at the five deer who looked a little cautious and restless.

The atmosphere also changed from worry and anxiety when it was dark to extra excitement and joy.

Five deer, even if they don't eat meat, it's good to use them to rake the ground and pull columba.

Everyone cheered for Uncle Lu's good skill.

Uncle Lu is worthy of being a deer who has experienced big scenes. Facing the flattery words of many two-legged beasts, he still faces it calmly without flushing, breathless, and ruminates on his own...

That night, Han Chengcheng passed down the order.

From the second day onwards, the herd of deer will no longer be stocked, but will be kept in the deer pen for feeding.

As the weather gets colder and colder, the first snow may fall, and it is time to feed.

Moreover, the wild at this time is much more dangerous than before, and the deer herd wandering outside is too dangerous.

Secondly, the five deer abducted by Mr. Deer have not been well integrated into the deer herd. If they are released at this time, there is a certain chance that they will regret their previous impulsiveness and leave the deer herd to go to other places. place.

Entering the deer pen of the Qingque tribe, that is the deer of the Qingque tribe, how can Han Cheng give them a chance to repent?

In this way, they are locked up in the deer pen for a whole winter, eating and sleeping with the uncle deer, and there are salt water and rapeseed. After the spring, these five deer who have found the happy harbor cannot be chased away.

What Han Cheng didn't know was that his decision caused great distress to a tribe he had never met.

The grassroots who were injured all over by Fu Jiang, Wu Xiaofu, and Uncle Lu, a rogue deer who likes to greet his buttocks with horns, tried their best to chop the damn deer into pieces, and then a little Eat it bit by bit.

The deer antlers, which they hate so much, must also be knocked off and ground into sharp instruments, which are used to cut open the stomachs of those stupid wolves who don't know what to do.

They were still a little awkward to walk, and together with other people in the tribe, they wandered in this area all day long, and gradually expanded the scope of their search, but after several days, they did not see any trace of the damned deer.

as if they appeared,

Just to leave them covered in injuries.

The grassroots people were unwilling to give up. This kind of searching and waiting continued until the first snow fell.

Heavy snow fell, indicating that the outside of the cave is completely unsuitable for human activities.

Even though they were full of unwillingness, Caogen and the others had no choice but to retreat in such weather, go back to the cave to spend the unbearable winter, and give up killing deer for revenge and eating meat.

Blessings never come, but misfortunes never come singly.

The grassroots quickly realized this classic sentence summed up by later generations.

Because of the competition with deer during this period of time, the food collected and stored by them has decreased compared with the past.

Although they were not idle while looking for and waiting for the deer, the food they got was not as much as when they were concentrating on searching.

The old man in the tribe who often picked up some ash and sprinkled it on their heads when they went out had noticed this kind of thing, and warned everyone in the tribe about it.

But the grassroots were dazed by the humiliation from Uncle Deer, and they were eager to lead someone to kill the damned deer.

The rest of the people were also excited by the number of deer described by the grassroots.

They work together, and it's not a problem to kill a few wolves that don't eat deer. It's not a problem to kill those wolves, and kill some deer as food for the winter.

Meat is much more delicious than other Bingya fruits and difficult-to-swallow grass seeds.

Who wouldn't want to eat it?

So after everyone heard the old man's warning, they didn't take it seriously. Instead, they patted their chests to reassure the old man that they would be able to hunt enough deer before the heavy snow fell, and give the old man the best deer liver by then. Eat it, and the winter in the tribe will definitely be better than ever.

However, the deer never appeared again.

When the weather was getting colder and the heavy snow was about to fall, the old man spoke out again, asking everyone to stop this action, and take advantage of this last chance to look for more grass seeds, dried fruits, etc. return.

However, her offer was once again rejected.

When they got here, Grassroots and the others were actually a little panicked. The reason why they still refused the old man’s proposal was because even if they stopped hunting for deer at this time and instead collected and stored food as before, this winter, the food would still be lost. very nervous.

Compared with it, it is better to continue to look for the deer to be more cost-effective.

As long as they meet those deer, the plight of their tribe will be solved in one fell swoop!

Life is actually a gamble, but some gamble with certainty, and some people are just trying their luck.

Some people won the bet, and some people lost the bet.

Caogen and the others undoubtedly lost completely this time.

In previous winters, food restrictions were usually implemented by the tribe after a long period of time after the heavy snow fell. This year is different, as soon as the heavy snow fell, the food restriction has already begun.

Hunger spread throughout the tribe, beating the hearts of everyone in the tribe.

Hunger makes people irrational, and a very hungry person can do anything.

Tribes that were more united in the past are now less united.

The four people headed by Grassroots also became the targets of attack by the tribe.

Everyone complained one after another, saying that if it weren't for the grassroots, how could they have such a miserable life? How can this winter be so sad?

After such complaints continued for a period of time, it became that if the stored food was exhausted and the winter had not passed, they would just eat grass roots.

After all, they are the ones who made the tribe look like this...

Wow...

Wow...

The weather cleared up, and the pale sun spread down, reflecting on the snow-capped land, the pale light dazzled people's eyes.

The entire mountain forest is reflected in a dense, cold air, like an ice cave.

But in any case, the sky is clear of clouds, the sun is hanging on it, no matter what the temperature is, there will always be some psychological comfort.

Under an oak tree, several fur-wrapped people held wooden sticks in their hands and seemed to struggle to push away the thick snow on the ground.

Then look carefully at the surface that reveals its true face, hoping to find one or two missed acorns from here.

These people are grassroots people who are planned by the tribe to kill the meat eaters after they run out of food.

In order not to be eaten, as long as the heavy snow stops and the weather clears up these days, they will step on the thick snow to find food.

@#￥~!

Just as he happily picked up an acorn covered with snowflakes and put it into the grass roots wrapped in animal skins, he heard the shouts of his companions.

http:///txt/92096/

. _Mobile version reading URL: