Han Cheng looked at the small amount of charcoal in the wooden basket, as well as the ashes in the earthen kiln, as well as the wood piled up next to him that had not been burned through or had not been burned at all, and grabbed his hair with some distress.

This is already the eighth time he has failed to burn charcoal with an earthen kiln.

Although he has been constantly adjusting the timing of the firing of the clay kiln according to the experience of charcoal burning in the past, the progress is not great.

Compared with the second time, there are only a few more pieces of charcoal in the kiln......

He took a deep breath and exhaled a long breath, deeply aware of the difficulty of picking apples without standing on the shoulders of giants.

The world is so big, Han Cheng is naturally not the only one who is distressed, and the leader of the sheep tribe is also very distressed at this time.

Like Han Cheng, he squatted on the ground, pulling his messy hair with his hands from time to time.

In front of him was a corner of the cave.

The part that was originally connected to the rest of the cave is now separated by some rough walls made of stones, forming a relatively independent space.

The leader of the sheep tribe, dressed in sheepskin, squatted on the ground, could smell some not-so-pleasant smells from the cracks in the stone wall.

Of course he wasn't bothered by the smell, and in fact the smell on his body wasn't much better than the smell coming out.

He squatted here for a moment, then stood up again.

The scene in this independent space also appeared in front of him.

The twelve sheep, whose bodies were stained and could barely distinguish their original colors, were frightened by the leader of the sheep tribe who suddenly stood up, bleating, huddled together, and shivered.

The sheep are skinny, skinny, and look like long-haired skeletons.

The troubles of the sheep tribal leaders come from these sheep.

Of course, in the beginning, the leaders of the sheep tribe and the people had nothing but joy for the sheep.

Every autumn, for the tribes living on this land, is a harvest season, and for the sheep tribe, it is even more so.

Because every autumn, they harvest enough sheep.

This will make up a large part of their future food.

In the past, in order to prevent the captured sheep from escaping, they would choose to kill all the sheep.

In this way, the lamb that cannot be eaten often goes bad, even in the cold weather in winter, because there is a short period of time between the time they arrest the sheep and the arrival of winter in the real sense.

In the past, although the people of the sheep tribe would be distressed about this matter, there was no good way to solve it.

Because for as long as they can remember, the people of their tribe have done just that.

Food is precious, especially in winter, when even food that has gone bad and rotten becomes so precious that no one is willing to throw it away.

The sheep tribe, a tribe where mutton accounts for half of the winter food, is even more reluctant to throw it away, because if they do, many people in their tribe will starve to death!

The sheep tribe can easily obtain a lot of meat in the autumn and have enough food to survive the winter, and the reason why the tribe's population has not been considered the top among several nearby tribes is here.

Because every year when winter is about to pass, some people will die in the sheep tribe, and most of the dead people are old people and minors.

The sheep tribe will grieve for the dead, but the grief is also accompanied by a kind of habit.

Or can it be said that there is nothing to be done.

There is a saying that has been circulating among the sheep tribe, and even the oldest people in their tribe do not know when this saying began to be handed down.

It was said that it was too easy for the people of their tribe to obtain food, so the gods punished them......

The people of the sheep tribe were convinced of this, and in their eyes it was indeed a punishment, because the dead would become extremely emaciated, even if they ate a lot of food......

Of course, the people of the sheep tribe did not know that this was because they had eaten too much rotten food, and they began to leave some of the sheep alive this year, not to solve the matter.

They would do so, partly inspired by the sight of the large herd of deer from the neighboring wealthy tribe, and a small part by the promise of more pottery from the living sheep than the dead sheep from the neighboring tribal leaders.

This discovery from a neighboring tribe made the people of the sheep tribe very happy, because they suddenly found a solution to the problem of the spoilage of the mutton later.

Dead sheep will stink after a long time, but this will not happen to living sheep.

This is a very simple truth, and they don't understand it, but they have never associated it with the sheep caught by their tribe.

Every year, according to the experience handed down, all the sheep that are caught are killed...... It wasn't until this year's Joy Party that I saw a large herd of deer owned by neighboring tribes......

At the beginning, the matter of raising sheep really made the people of the entire sheep tribe feel excited, because after they started raising sheep, they realized an advantage, that is, they waited until the cold weather passed, and their tribe could also have sheep, so that they would not wait until the next autumn to come if they wanted to eat mutton once the cold season passed......

In order to raise these sheep, they also built a sheepfold modeled after the deer shed of the neighboring tribe.

They didn't have that kind of high courtyard, so they built the sheepfold into the cave where they lived**.

They could not build a solid sheepfold out of wood, and when they saw that the neighboring tribe had built something similar to the place where the deer lived, they came back and began to build their sheepfolds out of stone......

It all looks good, but the distressing thing is getting worse as the weather gets colder.

This distress is the collection of forage, or the death of the sheep.

In the beginning, they thought it was a good idea to raise sheep, and they just had to get grass for the sheep to eat every day.

But after doing this for a while, it can't be done, because their tribe has a lot of sheep, and they have to get a lot of grass to feed every day.

As the weather gets cold and the forage around the tribe is gone, the burden of collecting grass becomes heavier.

These sheep can't eat and drink well, and they still eat old yellow grass every day, so they begin to lose weight at a visible rate.

And as time went on, sheep began to die.

Of course, the dead sheep tribe will not let go, but compared to the autumn, there is not much meat on their bodies.

Raising sheep not only loses meat, but also causes suffering to the people of the tribe.

In previous years, as soon as the cold winter came, they could plug the hole with stone slabs and start the long cat winter around the fire.

This year, it will not work, because they have to go out to get grass to eat, and one by one they will not be able to get frostbite, and some people have begun to develop frostbite on their hands and feet.

This is where the distress of the leader of the sheep tribe lies.

He didn't understand that a path that seemed good was actually like this.

With so many deer in the neighboring tribes, how did they survive this winter?

After scratching his hair again, the leader of the sheep tribe began to have food prepared, and he decided to go to the neighboring friendly tribe to find out.