At noon, the more than 100 people from the Gray Rabbit tribe, after a lapse of more than half a month, finally ate a lunch that was extravagant in winter.

There is a strong request for this from their brother Yong.

From the moment the opportunity arises after eating, the big lords of the tribe need to take full action to start his big plan.

If you don't have enough to eat, how can you have the strength to act?

And for Song Yong, he couldn't do anything to let a group of old men eat and drink, and let a group of women and children look at it.

Therefore, he simply asked the thistles to take out all the remaining meat and bones, add a bunch of half-dried wild vegetables, and stew two large pots of broth.

It can be regarded as everyone's share, so let's eat a full meal first.

Then, in the sound of drinking soup all over the cave, everyone's face became flushed.

On the one hand, having enough food in their stomachs greatly increases their ability to resist cold climates.

On the other hand, each of them now has an extra pair of colorful leggings and a pair of thick fleece cotton socks on their legs, in addition to the original rabbit skin-wrapped soles.

In this way, they immediately felt unprecedented warmth.

Even when drinking the soup, a young man like Araku had a thin layer of sweat on his brain.

Compared with the usual time, they can only be hungry at this time, huddled in the haystack and chilled, which is simply an unprecedented thing.

After eating and drinking, Song Yongmei finished smoking a cigarette after the meal.

It was kind of a little time for the members to wash their stone bowl.

Then, after all the healthy old men gathered in front of him, the thing flicked the cigarette butt in his hand vigorously.

After lifting the skis on the ground, he shouted loudly: "Let's go~"

A hunting party composed of thirty-five men from the Gray Rabbit tribe walked out of the cave directly and walked into the cold wind with snowflakes......

Song Yong is planning to take people out hunting? Not at all.

In the morning, after he had a plan in mind, he took six fingers and other craftsmen, and some men with a little more skill, and began to make simple ski suits.

It's easy to say, but these ski sets are really simple to the extreme.

After piling up a mountain of firewood in the depths of the cave and picking out some trunks with thick bowls, the scoundrel, who had an exceptionally strong right hand, wielded his axe and quickly chopped out the rough planks.

Then, craftsmen such as Six Fingers who took the pig-killing knife and the knife, as well as those who helped.

Small holes were made in the boards, and by the way, the side facing the snow was also sharpened and polished as smooth as possible.

Finally, some small, but rather sturdy vines are tied to the finished wooden planks.

A pair of extremely simple skis are freshly baked.

As for the ski poles, do you need to be able to make them? Just pick out two of the sticks that you think are easy to use from the pile of dry firewood.

It was also because of the simplicity of the preparation that the men of the hunting party had a set of such skis before the hot soup in the stone pot was thoroughly cooked.

If you don't dwell on these skis, which are a bit deformed and ugly in style, these skis still have the function they should have.

It's just that after having skis, it doesn't mean that Song Yong is relieved to take these guys out.

In fact, he was planning to spend an afternoon to get the guys to master their skiing skills before daring to take them out.

Even, if these guys can't master their skiing skills in an afternoon.

Song Yong also plans to continue to postpone tomorrow's hunting operation, in short: when can he be satisfied, when can he go out hunting.

After all, the beasts of this season are particularly ferocious, and if they fail to ski properly, there will be heavy casualties......

Soon, in the downhill position in front of the cave, there was a circle of hunting party lords.

They were Yong who stared at them not far away, planning to show them how to ski.

Farther away, a group of women comrades and children were standing at the entrance of the cave and watching the situation on this side.

From beginning to end, Song Yong had no intention of allowing these women comrades to go out this winter.

This is not because this product has that kind of feudal and rotten idea of inequality between men and women, but to take care of these pregnant women.

Although they are now pregnant, that is, more than a month old.

But Song Yong really didn't dare to let these pregnant women carry out such a dangerous skiing operation.

If all goes well, by the end of the summer next year, the Grey Rabbit tribe will be able to increase its population by more than two dozen people, and by the standards of the primitive plane, men and women will be adults by the time they reach the age of thirteen.

Thirteen years doesn't seem like a short time.

But in the modern plane, Song Yong will also be able to see a new batch of members grow up in less than two years.

The strength of many people is great, the strength of many people is strong, and the number of members is completely one of the important criteria for measuring the strength of the tribe in the primitive era.

Therefore, talking about the risk of such a miscarriage is something that Song Yong doesn't think he sees.

Of course, not everyone in the Grey Rabbit tribe joined or watched the skiing instructor's action.

At least six fingers and a few other craftsmen are now busy in the cave.

There was only one reason to keep them busy: Brother Yong asked them to quickly modify a few oddly shaped jars to come out, which the guy was going to use for pickles......

"Look, I'm going to do it later. After Song Yong snorted, his demonstration finally began.

To be honest, skiing in the real sense is the first time for even Song Yong, but it doesn't prevent him from doing it at all, trying to recall the footage he saw on TV and start his performance.

First of all, it is natural to spread your feet apart and be shoulder-width apart, and after squatting your body, you will take a posture that looks like pee, not urine.

Then, after Song Yong's eyes were firmly fixed on the front, a pair of firewood sticks in his hands slammed the ground, and his body slid straight down the downhill mountain.

'Wow~' such an exclamation came out from the members of the Gray Rabbit tribe.

Because at this time, they saw an incomparably magical scene:

Their brave brother made two shallow marks on the thick snow, and his lire body, as if it had turned into a bird, slid down the mountain at a speed beyond their imagination.

If you change to walking, you need to walk on the snow downhill for a long time, and Brother Yong will complete it in a short time.

The only small problem is: I don't know why? After Brother Yong slid down the mountain, he didn't completely stop his body, and directly hit a big tree.

In the end, 'Dong~' hit the tree, causing the thick snow on the treetops to fall in the shaking, completely burying Brother Yong.

And when the poor young man Song Yong struggled to climb out of the snowdrift, he suddenly felt that the sky was spinning in his head.

Subconsciously, he waved vigorously at the crowd halfway up the mountain, asking them to wait for him to slow down and figure out how to brake when skiing.

It's just that the people on the mountainside completely misunderstood what he meant, thinking that Brother Yong was asking them to hurry up and act.

As a result, thirty-five round men in mound clothes slid down one after another, learning Song Yong's movements.

Among them, there is a small half of the characters, who can't control their balance when they slide halfway, and after falling to the ground on the spot, they roll out of the way before stopping.

Most of the remaining personnel, relying on good physical coordination, successfully slid to the bottom of the mountain.

The problem was that Song Yong would rather they fall to the ground as well, because soon after, with the excited screams of excitement as he slid all the way down, Toothless knocked him to the ground.

With another 'bang', the back of Song Yong's poor head hit the trunk of the big tree.

Before being buried by the snow again, Song Yong had only one thought in his sad and indignant heart: "What a crime......