The matter of Uncle Deer turning back five adult doe at once soon spread among the Qingque tribe.

Everyone came to look at the five deer, who looked a little restrained and uneasy.

The atmosphere also changed from the worry and uneasiness of the dark to the excitement and euphoria.

Five deer, even if they don't eat meat, it's good to use them to rake the ground.

Everyone applauded Uncle Lu's good skills.

Uncle Deer is worthy of being a deer who has experienced a big scene, and in the face of the flattery of many two-legged beasts, he is still calm, breathless, and regurgitated......

That night, Han Chengcheng passed down the order.

From the next day, the deer are no longer free-range, but are fed in a deer pen.

As the weather gets colder and colder, the first snow may fall at any time, and it's time to feed.

Moreover, the wild at this time is much more dangerous than in the past, and it is too dangerous for the deer herd to wander outside.

The second is that the five deer who were abducted by Uncle Deer have not yet integrated well into the deer herd, and if they are released at this time, they have a certain chance that they will regret their previous impulsiveness, leave the deer herd, and go somewhere else.

Entering the deer pen of the Qingque tribe, that is the deer of the Qingque tribe, how could Han Cheng give them a chance to regret it?

In this way, they were closed in the deer pen for a winter, and they ate and slept with the deer uncle, and there was salt water and small rape, and after the beginning of spring, these five deer who found a happy harbor could not be driven away.

What Han Cheng didn't know was that his decision had caused great distress to a tribe that had never met before.

A few grassroots people who were injured by Fu Jiang, Wu Xiaofu and Uncle Lu, a rogue deer who likes to greet his ass with his horns, but he was full of strength to dismantle the damn deer and eat it little by little.

The antlers, which they hated, must also be beaten and sharpened into sharp instruments to cut open the bellies of those stupid wolves who do not know what to do.

They walked awkwardly, and with the rest of the tribe, they roamed the place all day, gradually expanding the scope of their search, but for days there was no sign of the damned deer.

It was as if they appeared to leave them covered in wounds.

A few people at the grassroots were reluctant to give up, and this search and wait continued until the first snow fell.

Heavy snow falls, indicating that the outside of the cave is completely unsuitable for human activities.

Even if they were a little unwilling, the grassroots and others had to retreat in such weather, return to the cave to spend this unbearable winter, and give up killing deer to take revenge and eat meat.

Blessings are incomparable, and disasters are not singular.

This classic sentence summed up by later generations was quickly realized by the grassroots.

Because of this period of time of fighting with deer, the amount of food they collect and store has decreased compared to the past.

Although they were not idle when they were looking for the waiting deer, they did not get as much food as they did when they were searching for it.

The old man in the tribe, who often picked up some grass and wood ashes and sprinkled them on their heads when they went out, noticed this kind of thing, and warned the tribesmen about it.

But a few grassroots people were carried away by the humiliation from Uncle Deer, and they were eager to lead someone to kill the damn deer.

The rest of the crowd was also thrilled by the number of deer depicted by the grassroots people.

Together, they would not have a problem killing a few wolves that did not eat deer, and it would not be a problem to kill those wolves and kill some deer for food for the winter.

Meat is much more delicious than other ice-toothed fruits and unpalatable grass seeds.

Who wouldn't want to eat it?

Therefore, after hearing the old man's warning, everyone did not take it seriously, but patted their chests to reassure the old man, they will definitely be able to hit enough deer before the heavy snow falls, and when the time comes, the best bite of the deer liver will be eaten by the old man, and the winter in the tribe will definitely be better than before.

However, the deer never reappeared.

When the weather was getting colder and colder, and the snow was about to fall, the old man spoke out again, telling everyone to stop this action and take advantage of this last opportunity to find some more grass seeds, dried fruits, and other things to come back.

Once again, however, her offer was rejected.

When they arrived here, the grassroots and others were actually a little panicked, and the reason why they would refuse the old man's proposal was because at this time, even if they stopped looking for deer and turned to collect and store food as before, food would still be very tight this winter.

In comparison, it is better to continue looking for deer.

As long as they encounter that group of deer, their tribe's predicament will be solved in an instant!

Life is actually a gamble, but some bets are sure, and some people are completely lucky.

Some people win their bets, and some people lose their bets.

The grassroots and others undoubtedly lost completely this time.

In previous winters, food restrictions were usually implemented only after heavy snow fell for a long time, but this year, as soon as the snow fell, food restrictions were already implemented.

Hunger, spreading in the tribe, knocks on the hearts of everyone in the tribe.

Hunger makes people irrational, and people who are extremely hungry will do anything.

Tribes that used to be more united are now less united.

The four people, led by the grassroots, also became the target of the tribe's attack.

Everyone complained, saying that if it weren't for a few grassroots people, how could they live so miserably? How can this winter be so sad?

After this kind of complaint lasted for a while, it became that if the stored food was eaten and the winter had not passed, a few people would eat grassroots.

After all, they were the ones who made the tribe look like this......

"Whoa......

"Whoa......

The weather cleared, and the miserable white sun spread down, reflecting on the snow-capped land, and the white miserable light dazzled people's eyes.

The entire mountain forest is reflected in the cold air and cold air, like an ice cave.

But in any case, there are no clouds in the sky, and the sun hangs on it, regardless of the temperature, which always gives some psychological comfort.

Under an oak tree, several people covered in fur, holding sticks in their hands, seemed to have some difficulty in clearing the thick snow on the ground.

Then he looked carefully at the surface of the surface, hoping to find one or two acorns that had been missed.

These people are just a few grassroots people, who are planned by the tribesmen to kill the meat eaters after they have no food.

In order not to be eaten, these days they will walk through the thick snow in search of food as long as the heavy snow stops and the weather clears.

“@#￥~！”

He happily picked up an acorn stained with snowflakes and put it into the grass root wrapped in animal skin, when he heard the shouts of his companions.