In the winter of the primordial plane, it always gets dark very quickly.

It was not yet five o'clock when the sky outside the cave was gradually darkening.

For this reason, Song Yong, who had already put on an anti-riot helmet on his head, flicked off the cigarette butt on his fingertips, and roared heavily:

"It's almost over! They all hurried back to the cave to eat and sleep, and they had to go out hunting early tomorrow morning. ”

In Song Yong's shouting, a group of guys who were sliding in the snow with skillful movements had to reluctantly follow Song Yong and start the return journey towards the cave.

There's skiing practice for the Grey Rabbit Hunting Team.

Although the process is a little twisty, if you look at the final result, it still makes Song Yong feel satisfied.

In about three and a half hours of practice, the athletic talent of the primitive people was once again perfectly displayed.

From stumbling at the beginning of the practice, to falling to the ground from time to time, to being able to successfully slide a long distance.

It only took them an hour to do that, and by about four o'clock, the guys were even skiing.

can even do some difficult actions without a teacher.

For example, you can make an S-shaped forward while sliding to dodge obstacles in front of you.

Or with the help of the terrain, it is directly a front flip in the air, and then smoothly falls to the ground and continues to slide.

These difficult actions, Song Yong can only see the relevant pictures in some TV shows.

Supposedly, after practicing skiing to this extent, it will be enough for tomorrow's hunting.

It's just that these goods, in order to save food, have been lying in the cave for more than half a month, and now after they start to play like a joy, where can they stop for a while.

It wasn't until it was getting dark, knowing the risks in the wild after dark, that they restrained their thoughts.

So overall, this ski practice ended with a successful and complete conclusion.

If there must be any regrets, it is that Brother Yong, as a ski instructor, can barely master the skill of skiing after practicing for several hours.

But if you want to do those difficult moves, then don't expect too much.

In this regard, Song Yong could only comfort himself like this:

"It's okay, anyway, even if I go out hunting, I'm not a hands-on commander, and if my skiing skills are a little worse, it doesn't matter......"

By the time a group of people stepped on their skis and made their way back to the cave, it was already completely dark.

After hours of continuous activity, everyone's faces were a little blue from the biting cold wind, but in any case, the example of afternoon skiing once again proves one thing: the possibility of going out hunting.

As for the trivial matter of their faces being frozen and blue, with their physical fitness, they will be fine when they can drink a bowl of hot soup.

So, under Song Yong's orders, the men who had returned from hard work sat around the fire to keep warm, the women began to prepare food, and the little cubs played in the reprimands that rang out from time to time.

Suddenly, the shabby cave was filled with a fiery atmosphere of life.

The food for dinner was a bowl of wild vegetable soup with only a few meat stars per person, and a piece of barbecue meat about the size of half a palm.

These barbecues are still the same piece of semi-barbecue that was deducted from the lone wolf.

After it was finally cut, each person was allocated a small number, which was a rare snack in the evening.

When dinner was over, it was just before seven o'clock, and if you changed to the modern plane, the nightlife didn't even begin.

For the primitive people, it was time for them to go to bed.

It's just that after Song Yong's arrival today, the situation is a little different.

When he saw the wilderness with hot water and hurriedly scalding the soles of his feet to ward off the cold, he couldn't wait to walk towards the bed of thistle, and realized an important point in his heart:

No, these guys must not be allowed to sleep with their mother-in-law in their arms at night.

When Song Yong thought of this, he would definitely not have made this seemingly absurd decision because of some imbalance in his heart.

It is a difficult choice that will be made based on the care for the next generation of the gray rabbit tribe.

Even if he is doing things, he is actually still a young man who is not married, and he knows that for the safety of babies and young children, pregnant women cannot have a married life during these months.

As for these guys, will they do something after they fall asleep at night?

Just by looking at the expression on the face of this wasted thing, he knew that there was no need to ask more about this matter, so even with the deep resentment of these guys, he knew that the tragedy must be stopped.

At the same time, Song Yong could also feel that the temperature around him was beginning to drop at an alarming speed.

During the day, there may only be minus 20 degrees Celsius, and in the middle of the night, it will reach a low temperature of minus 30 degrees or even 40 degrees.

In such weather, it is really necessary for two people to sleep together and lean on each other to keep warm.

After some thought, Brother Yong's new order, which was not negotiable at all, resounded in the cave:

From tonight until next spring, all men will not be allowed to go to their daughters-in-law's beds; if it is too cold for one person to sleep, men will sleep with men, and women with women. ”

As soon as this order was spoken, the cave was filled with the sound of grumbling.

Of course, there are exceptions, such as the scoundrel, after hearing this strange order, he was only slightly surprised for a while, and an extremely happy look appeared on his face.

Grievance or pleasure!

With Brother Yong's great prestige in the Gray Rabbit Tribe, when eight o'clock came, all the people of the Gray Rabbit Tribe fell asleep according to his instructions, and fell asleep.

Only in the modern plane, Song Yong, who had long been accustomed to sleeping after midnight, had no way to fall asleep at all.

After swiping the phone for a while, I found that Song Yong, who had even forgotten to download it, could only turn it off directly.

Then his mind turned, and he was going to find something to pass the time.

Not to mention! After he looked around, he really found a good thing to pass the time: the five fiberglass hunting bows that he had brought with him, which had been dismantled.

Take advantage of the fact that you can't sleep at night, hurry up and practice your head.

When you go out hunting tomorrow, if you're lucky, you might even be able to shoot a pheasant and come back with a meal.

After thinking of this idea, Song Yong took a pine oil torch and lit it, and walked straight into the material reserve area deep in the cave.

The structure of the hunting bow is surprisingly simple, even a novice like Song Yong can assemble a handful in three or two clicks.

As for the target, he found a dry tree trunk the thickness of a basin and placed it on a stalactite that grew out of the ground in a certain section, which was considered a target for practice.

When the first arrow was fired, Song Yong stood about ten paces away from the trunk of the tree.

He followed the standard archery movement in his memory, holding the bow in his left hand and holding the arrow in his right hand, and then pulled the bowstring backwards with all his might.

Then, the bowstring was simply pulled apart.

On the one hand, this pull is a hundred-pound hunting bow, which is really not friendly at all for a novice like him, and it takes a lot of strength to pull it away.

On the other hand, his fingers hurt from the bowstring, and he couldn't use too much strength at all.

At this time, Song Yong remembered that when he bought these things, the store also came with some small accessories such as plastic wrenches.

He hurriedly found a wrench and put it on his thumb before pulling the bowstring again.

After having professional auxiliary tools, although Song Yong felt a little difficult this time, he finally pulled the hunting bow to the full level.

As soon as he let go, there was a sound of 'dong~', and the lightning-like arrow hit the center of the wooden pier ten paces away.

For such a good result, Song Yong showed a rare calmness.

It was mainly ten paces away, really too close, and there was really nothing to brag about when shooting at the target at this distance.

To this he took another ten steps back, and twenty paces away, another arrow was fired.

What he didn't expect was that even if he didn't hit the center this time, it was a little bit to the left.

"I'm going! Is it still a legendary archery genius, it's a pity not to go around the Olympics and win glory for the country?"

Then, still a little unbelieving, he stepped back to twenty paces, and came to a distance of forty paces.

Only then did he bend his bow and shoot at the target that was far away, and the sound of 'bang' sounded again, and Song Yong looked at the arrow that hit the edge of the wooden pier, and was a little afraid to accept this reality.

Could it be that he, Song Yong, is still a sharpshooter who lives among the people?

The group who was suspicious in their hearts didn't notice that at this moment, the bonfire in the fire pit was already swaying rhythmically.

A faint starlight quietly reached Song Yong's body in the shaking.

This is the biggest driving force and reason why Song Yong can achieve such excellent results.