Early the next morning, the caravan of the Grey Rabbit tribe was busy preparing to set off for its next destination after breakfast.

Before leaving, Song Yong, the leader of the caravan, began to count the remaining supplies.

Although it is said that he didn't sleep for almost a night last night, that is, when it was almost dawn, he barely closed his eyes for a while, and the time did not exceed an hour.

But even so, he actually found that he was full of energy now, and he didn't even feel tired at all.

Even, it seems to be more energetic than Meimei's sleep for a night, and in addition, he can also feel that his ability to resist frost is also stronger.

Because when the biting morning breeze blew on his body, it didn't seem to be as hard as before.

Therefore, the old ginseng in the primitive era is really a good thing, but it is not considered to sell it for money, and it is also good to use it to nourish one's own people.

After a simple inventory, Song Yong had a good idea of the remaining supplies of the caravan.

The frozen fish on the plough was almost 800 catties, and after half selling and half giving it to the Cangyan tribe for 700 catties, there was only a few hundred catties left.

However, with the addition of the number of people carried, there were almost four hundred and fifty catties.

As for Song Yong's bag of small goods in the two-dollar store, there are also daily necessities.

That is, a little shot, the number of losses is negligible, and there is no need to worry about it.

So after some consideration, Song Yong set the caravan's next destination: the Songta tribe......

The reason why he chose the Songta tribe was that Song Yong also had enough considerations.

On the one hand, from the direction of the south after the Cangyan tribe went out, it only took half a day to hurry, and it was estimated that it would be possible to successfully reach there.

On the other hand, for the small tribe Songta, which is even a little worse than two hundred in terms of the number of tribal members, these more than 400 catties of frozen fish are enough for them to survive this cold winter.

Soon, the caravan was ready to make all the preparations before departure.

The frozen fish carried by the people were now also placed on the empty plows, and after traveling lightly, this would make the speed of the people's progress faster and easier.

In addition, the little widow Yuzu, who is now part of the Gray Rabbit tribe, also sat on the plow early.

She wrapped a large piece of animal skin around her head and face like a cloak, revealing only one eye and a mouth and nose to breathe.

Moreover, Song Yong could not see a trace of sentimentality from the face of this little widow because he was about to leave the Cangyan tribe where he had lived for more than 20 years.

On the contrary, it is a novelty, and there is also an expectation for the future life.

However, Song Yong felt better with such an attitude, he didn't really kidnap women comrades, he really wanted to cry and cry.

Then, Song Yong began to wave his hand to the people of the Cangyan tribe who were standing at the entrance of the cave, which could be regarded as the last goodbye before the temporary.

Originally, before going to bed last night, he had said to Qingyan:

When they left this morning, they didn't need to do this at all, he didn't pay attention to these superficial skills.

The problem was the one he had done last night to send him to the countryside.

I don't know if it's the psychological reasons of these natives, or the Chinese patent medicine and Western medicine of various modern planes, which have a good effect on the primitive natives, is a bit scary.

In short, the dozens of patients of the Cangyan tribe got up after a good night's sleep.

Among them, a small number of lucky people were already extremely excited to announce to the people that their illness had been cured;

Even most of the remaining patients are also extremely determined:

After getting up today, I can feel a lot more comfortable in my body, which is obviously the reason why the illness has been reduced.

For a time, the great Gray Rabbit, his generosity in food, and his selflessness in curing diseases and saving people, these great human brilliance completely conquered all the people of the Cangyan tribe.

So, when such a great gray rabbit is leaving, how can he not send it off in person?

So, among the three hundred or so people from the Cangyan tribe, one of them all stood in front of the entrance of the cave to see off their best friend, this caravan from the Gray Rabbit Tribe.

Most importantly, I hope to use this meager care to express their gratitude to the gray rabbit.

So, when Song Yong shouted loudly, 'Go you~', when the entire caravan began to glide on the thick snow.

Suddenly, under the leadership of Qing Yan, the people of the Cangyan tribe fell to the ground in front of Song Yong's back.

At the same time, the blazing fire in the fire pond in the Cangyan tribe was rough, and a silent light shrouded Song Yong's body.

It's just that Song Yong, who was advancing in the wind and snow, and the people of the Cangyan tribe who knelt on the ground, didn't realize this.

It can't be said that Song Yong didn't notice anything abnormal, he just felt that suddenly, his spirit became clearer and clearer.

It's a pity that this product thought that this was the medicinal strength of the old ginseng again, and there was no too much possibility of going to other places.

The journey to the Songta tribe was very smooth.

If there was an accident, it was when they were resting during a short break in the wind and snow, and a roe deer of more than 100 pounds stupidly broke into everyone's sight.

After discovering such a group of humans who would actually appear in the wild in winter, it actually watched in a daze for a while before trying to start escaping.

For this kind of prey sent to the door, where will everyone let it escape.

It just so happened that everyone was already around the fire, just roasting their hands, feet and bodies, and without Song Yong's signal, they took off the bows and arrows they were carrying behind them.

In front of the fleeing roe deer, they began to bend their bows and shoot arrows.

The speed and reaction of the others were obviously much faster than Song Yong.

By the time Song Yong was busy and pulled the hunting bow in his hand open, nine arrows of different sizes had already shrouded the spores in the run.

At this time, Song Yong saw the bows and arrows of the primitive natives, which was called a pit father in terms of performance.

When they came out this time, they brought out a total of five of those rough longbows of astonishing length.

Especially the obviously oversized longbow in the hooligan's hand, the kind of arrows the thickness of a thumb at this time, were shot out with a heavy sound of breaking the air.

The thick arrows, at a speed that could barely be caught by the naked eye, shot at the roe deer in one fell swoop.

The powerful kinetic energy carried by the arrow made Song Yong's scalp tingle; Good guy! If this thing hits the target, I'm afraid that even a thinner steel plate can shoot through it directly.

No wonder, even calves can be shot directly by this thing.

The problem is that this thing is also a powerful thing, because of the poor production process, whether or not you can shoot the prey can only depend on luck.

The end result was that the other four American hunting bows could also shoot the area around the roe deer.

But even Song Yong couldn't determine where the powerful arrows of the five cottage longbows landed after they were shot out from afar.

In the end, it was the last arrow he shot that hit the roe deer neck with astonishing accuracy.

Mainly at the moment when the arrow was shot, even Song Yong didn't know why his mind was so clear.

The moment he released his finger, he adjusted the direction of the arrow slightly, and a few seconds later, the roe deer, which had been shot through the neck, fell to the white snow.