In the cave where the Cangyan tribe lived, there was a gloomy smell at the moment.

A large amount of dry wood was thrown into the fire, which made the bonfire burn vigorously, and at the same time, the temperature in the cave was much warmer than outside.

It's just that even in such a relatively warm environment.

The three hundred or so members of the Cangyan tribe felt that the whole person was indescribably cold from the inside out, and a cold from the heart.

On the one hand, when there is no food in an empty stomach, the body always feels far colder than usual.

Half a month ago, the tribe was still provided with two meals a day.

Even in the morning and evening, each time the food is served in essence as a bowl of hot soup with a small amount of dried meat, plus a little rotten and dry fruit.

That's not like now, the heart-scratching hunger in my stomach every day has never stopped.

Even at the hungriest moment, they were eager to grab the hay from the bunk under them and stuff it into their mouths like that.

However, since it started half a month ago.

What used to be two meals a day was now one a day, and even after the berries were eaten, there seemed to be less jerky in the broth in the bowl.

The leader Qing Yan discussed with the oldest hunters of several tribes for a while, and finally announced an extremely bad inference:

This year's weather was so strange that even the longest-lived hunter in the tribe had never encountered it in his life.

So they don't know how long this spooky winter will last this year.

But one thing they can be sure of now: in this way, the grain that could barely hold on until the arrival of spring will definitely not be able to eat spring.

In order to keep everyone alive, the food supply has changed from two meals to one meal now.

That is, let everyone hang a life with a little broth every day, so that they will not starve to death, and as for whether they will be hungry and thin, it is not within the scope of the leader Cang Yan's consideration.

In the seasons from spring to autumn, let everyone raise a body of flesh.

Isn't it just to be able to survive the whole winter by giving yourself a few more chances in case of such a situation in the winter?

However, even if it was such a bad situation, it was not the most desperate time for the Cangyan tribe.

Just last night, I saw that at this time of the year, it should have begun to gradually improve, and it would no longer be such a cold weather.

But it didn't get any better, but it got worse and worse.

The tribal leader Qing Yan took everyone up and down the tribe to use the best piece of jerky in stock as a sacrifice and temporarily performed a sacrifice.

In this sacrifice, the leader Qing Yan was actually lucky to establish a connection with the fire and the spirit of the ancestors.

It's a pity that they got even more desperate bad news from the spirit of the ancestors: this terrible winter will last for at least another month and a half.

You don't need to count it carefully, in a day, I can't wait to go to the food reserve area to see Qingyan, who knows eight times:

With the little food left in the tribe, it is a little far from using this method of hanging one-person soup with one bowl of soup.

In other words, the Cangyan tribe, at the most difficult moment, it is time to adopt the most helpless traditional methods.

Men and women in their forties have disabilities, adults and cubs that affect hunting and gathering, and patients with various ailments during the winter.

One of these people counts as one, and when they all go into the depths of the snow-covered mountains and forests, they will all go by themselves.

Whether they can survive in the mountains and forests and survive this cold winter depends on their own luck.

Everyone in the tribe knows what it means to go deep into the mountains and forests in such weather, and no one has ever heard of a person who walks deep into the mountains and forests in winter and can come out in the spring.

They also knew better that only by using this most cruel method could the rest of the tribe survive with the little food they had left.

Even so, after the coming of spring next year, the entire Cangyan tribe will be greatly damaged because of this.

But no matter what, there will still be people in the Cangyan tribe who will survive, and if they continue to live on this land, the fire of the tribe will continue to burn......

The biggest difference between humans and beasts is that they have feelings.

Even the natives of the primitive era plane are the same, just ask, under such anger, how can anyone be happy.

Therefore, when those clansmen who are destined to be abandoned are about to leave, who can laugh out.

In the stone pot in the firepit, there was not much dried broth, and now it was beginning to tumble gradually.

Even because the amount of jerky is really limited, after adding all kinds of weeds called green onions, ginger and garlic that have been eaten from the gray rabbit tribe, the sultry aroma is also an amazing allure for everyone.

If you have a choice, where can the people of the Cangyan tribe be willing to let their clansmen who have lived together for many years die.

Even among them, there are their parents, wives and children.

So the meal that was saved between their teeth before these people set off was all that these people who were qualified to survive could do.

'Hey~' Qing Yan sighed heavily.

This winter is only half over, and his people have already lost a lot of weight, and even his hair, which was originally a little gray, is now directly more than half white.

Compared to when he first led people to the Gray Rabbit Tribe, he looked at least ten years old.

Even if he knew that his ancestors had relied on this method many times after encountering such a fatal natural disaster, they had finally allowed the tribe to survive.

But when he made this decision on his own, his heart was full of unpleasant feelings.

Not to mention, this time we are going to walk into the mountains and forests together, and there is a little son who is only a teenager, this kid doesn't know what's wrong, his body has been hot and cold since the night before, and sometimes his whole body will shake badly.

When he thought that his favorite little son, who might not even be able to walk far, would fall headlong in the snow and die, his heart was dripping blood.

After a few sighs, he pulled out a bag of hides from his bosom with his hands that trembled like chicken paws.

After carefully opening the tightly wrapped animal skin, he could see that there were crystalline objects that looked like Xiaoice pieces, which were rock candy obtained from the Gray Rabbit tribe.

It's just that after bringing it back, Qingyan didn't even give any of them to the little cubs in the tribe to eat.

They all stayed, ready to return to the tribe in exchange for some other living materials at an important time next spring.

As for the little cubs, aren't the berries in the field sweet?

However, compared with the difficulties facing the tribe now, what will happen next spring is no longer important.

He took out the largest piece of it and stuffed it into the mouth of his youngest son, who was sitting by the fire in a daze, and suddenly the youngest son, who was already sick, came to his senses and smiled at him:

"Father, this is so sweet. ”

At this moment, Qing Yanyan's eyes turned red, and he almost cried.

Then, the leader Cang Yan stood up and stuffed a ...... into the mouths of the clansmen, women, and children, regardless of men, women, and children who were about to leave

After eating rock sugar and broth, the top and bottom of the Cangyan tribe came out of the cave in the wind and snow.

Then in the crowd this time, Shuo, the old hunter who was the largest in the grade, shouted in an endless desolate tone: "Gone."

In the midst of this shout, he led a group of people to support each other, stepped on the deep snow, and walked forward with difficulty and silence.

Behind them, the leader Qing Yan was already kneeling down in front of their backs.

Then, I don't know who started to lead the cry, and soon the cries became one.

At this moment, a column of figures appeared from the snow curtain in the distance, and quickly approached this way.

At the same time, a strange accent that Qing Yan was a little familiar with, in the not so standard Lei Ye Zetu language, shouted loudly:

"What the hell, this is a movie?"