Everyone in the Gray Rabbit tribe, even including the supernumerary tsundere lone wolf, had a big meal with various flavors of fish and meat tonight.

After eating and drinking, they naturally boiled two large pots of hot water in a stone pot, and let them go to bed after washing.

For example, for the modern plane, the trivial matter of going out for a walk after eating and drinking is simply unimaginable for them.

Similarly, Song Yong also poured half a basin of hot water in a heavy stone basin and used it to soak his feet.

Not to mention, when the soles of the feet like ice mounds were soaked in hot water, Song Yong felt that these feet were his own.

Even in the cold temperature, his brain, which seemed to be about to solidify, gradually came alive.

For a while, the whole person couldn't say how relaxed he was.

In this wonderful foot soaking process, the only thing that seems not so satisfying is that in this half basin of hot water used to soak the feet, not only is there a thin layer of oil floating on the top, but there is also a faint fishy smell.

The conditions of the Gray Rabbit tribe are limited, whether it is boiling soup or boiling water, it is the largest stone pot of the two.

After the food was cooked, it didn't take long for it to start boiling water again, which is a reasonable thing to do.

And the stone pot is used to stew food and boil water, which is really for improvisation.

In order to make the stone pot more durable, this thing has a frightening thickness, which makes the heating effect very poor, and the use time is not very long.

The two largest stone pots are said to have been used for more than half a year, and now there is a faint gap in the pot body.

It is estimated that it will not be too long before it is completely scrapped.

At this moment, Song Yong was extremely nostalgic for the second big iron pot he brought over, which was used as a shield for hooligans at that time, but one guy was smashed to pieces.

In retrospect, I was so stupid to use that thing to parry the attacks of the totem warriors......

After soaking his feet, Song Yong extravagantly put on a new pair of velvet socks for himself, which was the only treatment in the entire Gray Rabbit tribe.

Each of the others gave out only one pair as a gift, presumably to make it through the winter.

After changing into socks, Song Yong first poured out the foot-washing water at the entrance of the cave, where the terrain was relatively low, and the foot-washing water would automatically flow out of the cave, without affecting the environment in the cave at all.

It's just that after doing all this, Song Yong went to the depths of the cave with a pine oil torch just like last night.

After a whole day's buffer, the soreness in his arms at the moment was slightly better than when he got up in the morning.

But this still did not waver, and he intended to continue to contact the determination of archery.

Men should be themselves.

Since good archery has been proven to be important in primitive times during the day, it is necessary to practice a beautiful hand of archery as soon as possible.

Just like last night, Song Yong was seventy paces away and placed the stake full of arrow marks.

Then he picked up his bow and arrows, bent them and aimed them at the stake.

The difference is that he did not shoot the arrow in his hand at the first time, but carefully calculated the direction of the wind in the cave and the possible impact on the arrow shot.

While calculating these in his heart, the bow and arrow in his hand that was ready to fire were also slightly adjusting the direction.

After a long time, he let go of his thumb and shot the arrow with a sudden vibration of the bowstring.

It's a pity that this long-brewing arrow didn't even hit the target.

Directly grazing the edge of a little stake, it shot into the stone wall of the cave farther away, and collided with a spark in that shadow.

For such a result, Song Yong seemed a little incomprehensible.

However, he did not rush to continue to shoot arrows, but closed his eyes and calmed down, carefully recalling the moment he shot the arrow just now, and all kinds of different feelings.

Nearly ten minutes later, Song Yong opened his eyes again.

This time, he quickly pulled an arrow out of his quiver, and after pulling the bowstring, he only adjusted it slightly, and then released the thumb of his right hand.

Then, with a slight muffled sound of 'dong~', the arrow hit the center of the stake......

When the thirty arrows in the quiver were completely shot empty, Song Yong, who picked up all the arrows again, did not continue to practice.

Although he doesn't mind being himself, he also knows the truth of being too much.

Tomorrow daytime, there are still quite a lot of important things, and he can't let the muscle strain on his hand become more serious.

Otherwise, it would be a waste of more of his precious time.

Song Yong, who had brought a bow and arrows and quivers, returned to the front of the cave again, intending to go to bed early.

It's just that at this time, he saw a very strange scene: it is said that at this point in time, the toothless boy who had already slept as a dead pig was now squatting sideways by the fire with his head down, not knowing what he was doing?

With this doubt, Song Yong deliberately lowered his footsteps and walked towards the fire pond.

After walking a few steps further, he finally saw what the toothless boy was doing, and it was in this way that his eyes went dark when he saw the situation, and he almost fainted on the spot.

The kid was actually squatting on the ground, picking up the cigarette butt he had thrown away earlier.

After picking up a cigarette butt, he lit it with a piece of wood drawn from the fire, and then, as he smoked, put it to his lips and took a heavy puff.

After finally exhaling a puff of smoke, his face was full of infinite melancholy and loneliness.

The problem is that Song Yong, who was used to being poor before, was fierce when he smoked, and he was basically willing to throw it away until the last little bit.

In this way, the poor toothless just took a puff, and the cigarette butt in his hand burned to the filter, and he could no longer continue to smoke.

For this reason, the thing continued to pick up another cigarette butt......

Such a scene fell in Song Yong's eyes, and he was angry and funny for a while, and he didn't know how to express the complex emotions in his heart.

In the end, he could only find half a pack of cigarettes in his pocket and keep one for himself.

The rest were all thrown at Toothless, and he scolded angrily: "Come on, smoke this! And next time, let me see you kid pick up cigarettes and smoke, and see if I don't smoke you kid to death." ”

When he was suddenly discovered, Toothless was taken aback.

found that Brother Yong did not kick him on the spot as usual, kicking him to the ground on the spot, but threw over half a pack of cigarettes, and immediately laughed on his face.

After the cigarette was taken, he skillfully lit one and lit it, and even more skillfully spewed out two puffs of smoke from his nasal cavity.

Then, the thing didn't know what to remember, and it looked like a ghostly again.

At this time, Song Yong didn't know what was going on in this kid's heart, and he was afraid that he had encountered something sad, and for a while he didn't know how to open his mouth to comfort the other party, so he could only squat down with the other party after lighting a cigarette.

Just when Song Yong was thinking about how to speak, a sentence suddenly popped out of his toothless mouth:

"Brother Yong, I miss my mother-in-law~"

"It turned out that I was thinking about my lover, and it is normal for young people to be sentimental and react like this. After hearing such a sentence, Song Yong understood what was going on.

The problem is that Song Yong quickly figured out that something was wrong, this kid has always been a bachelor, and he can have a mother-in-law with wool!