After a moment of hesitation, a child stepped forward and brought over the package that the evil leader of the Red Tiger Tribe had left here.

Then open it.

When opened, the inside was revealed.

After seeing the scene inside, these people were stunned on the spot, and some people's eyes couldn't help but widen.

It's really what this package contains, it's so surprising and at the same time too tempting!

What is contained in it is not the side, but the rice that they think is extremely precious and delicious!

How can they not be happy in the face of such a situation?

The adult, who was half-lying on the ground, bleeding from one arm, and no longer able to lift it, was equally surprised.

The look of surprise was quickly replaced by a smile.

It is rare for one's own tribe to get so much rice at one time.

Now that they have obtained so much at once, tonight, when the leaders and their return, the children of the tribe will be able to satisfy their hunger!

“@##￥@#！”

Just because he's happy doesn't mean the rest of the people are happy.

Suddenly, in the cavern, there was an angry, childish cry.

The minor, who had unwrapped the package dropped by the leader of the Red Tiger Tribe, shouted, picked up the unwrapped package with both hands, and quickly walked out of the cave along with the rice on it.

Then he threw it to the ground with a force in his hand.

Such a move made several people in the tribe stunned, but these minors quickly reacted to why this minor did this.

And I think he's doing the right thing.

“@#@！ @#E#$！ ”

The minor, who returned to the cave empty-handed, said with anger in his eyes to the people of the tribe who were looking at him.

What he means is that they don't eat what the evil, Red Tiger tribe gives!

Don't eat rice anymore!

These children in the tribe, remembering what happened not long ago, also nodded their heads one after another, expressing their agreement with this child's approach and statement.

They really can't and won't eat the rice dropped by the Red Tiger tribe.

The adult who was half-lying on the ground looked surprised.

Then, the corners of the eyes of this person who had just been beaten so hard and did not cry suddenly became moist.

Redness of the eyes.

“@##@%&……”

The adult said.

What he meant was not to throw the rice away, but to pick it up, because it was very delicious to cook and eat.

“@#WE……”

The children of the tribe said this, shaking their heads like rattles.

What they mean is that they don't eat rice, they don't want to eat the food that comes out of the rice boiling.

“@#QWES……”

One of the children said aloud, meaning that the rice did not taste good at all, and that it was not as good as the wild vegetables boiled by their own tribe, so they should not eat such food.

The rest of the children, hearing what the child said, nodded their heads one after another, expressing their approval of what the child said.

The people of this tribe, seeing the performance of their own tribe children, their eye sockets became hotter, and they couldn't help but want to shed tears.

He looked at the children of his tribe, his mouth open, and he couldn't say a word.

After a while, he sat up with his uninjured arm, holding himself on to the ground.

Then he stood up again.

When the children saw this, they hurried to his side and reached out to help him.

“@#@&*&……”

The male primitive man said aloud.

What he meant was to let these children go to spearfish and leave him alone, and come back with more and more fish for the tribe.

He's fine, don't worry about him.

The children in the tribe were still not at ease and wanted to continue to come over to help, but in the end they still couldn't overcome this injured adult primitive.

They picked up their improvised harpoons and walked out of the tribe's cave towards the large pond outside the tribe.

In the process of walking, many people will turn back.

This wounded adult primitive, standing at the entrance of the tribe's cave, looked at them with a smile on his face, very relaxed.

It was as if not long ago, he had not been beaten by the Red Tiger tribesmen at all, and there was no blood on his arm.

Seeing him like this, the children in the tribe suddenly felt a lot more relaxed in their hearts.

Began to walk briskly towards the pond.

Because of them, the tribe has lost so much stored food today, and they now have to get more food for the tribe through their own efforts, and make up for the loss as much as possible.

"Ahem......"

After these minors walked a little farther, this adult, who was very relaxed, straightened up and shrank a lot.

The relaxed expression on his face also disappeared without a trace in an instant.

His body was trembling slightly because of the pain.

On his left arm, there was blood all over it.

Some have dried up, and some have just flowed out.

But there aren't as many new streams as that.

He returned to the cave, came to a vessel, scooped up the water with his right hand, and washed his left arm.

His left arm could no longer be raised, and he could only move it slightly, and it was swollen in many places.

After cleaning the blood from his arm, the primitive man stood up with his relatively intact right arm supporting the stone wall.

After standing still and resting for a while, the adult walked outside.

After a while, he came to the outside of the cave and stopped.

Where he stood, there was a lot of spilled rice.

These are the rice grains that were thrown out by the children of their tribe not long ago, and the leader of the Red Tiger tribe when he left.

He stood there looking at the rice for a moment, then sighed, shook his head, and slowly squatted down with his right hand on his knee.

Then he began to scratch at the hides with his hands at the paddy that was scattered on the ground.

He took this very seriously.

After grabbing the large pile of rice, he used his fingers to pick up the rice grains scattered on the ground one by one, and placed them on top of the animal skin wrap spread on the ground.

After a long while, the rice grains scattered on the ground were picked up by this adult.

He crouched here, rested for a moment, and then began to tie the hide with his hands.

The rice is placed on top of the hides, and if you don't tie the hides first, it is not easy to take the rice away from it, but if you carry it by hand, the rice will be spilled all over the ground.

So even if his hands are very inconvenient, he insists on tying them up first.

One hand wants to tie the package, except for a few people with extremely strong skills, the rest of them have no ability at all.

It is also for this reason that after trying with his right hand for a while and finding that he could not do this at all, the adult had to slowly stretch out his left arm, which was injured and did not use much strength at all.

With his left hand, he reluctantly grabbed the corner of the skin, and cooperated with his right hand to wrap the skin and tie it.

The process was not smooth, and it took the person quite a short time.

There are also drips of sweat on the forehead.

After a few moments, the adult, who was holding the package in his right hand, stood up and staggered towards the tribal cave.

When he came to the cave, he put down the package in his hand, crouched down, and clasped the pitted stone that had fallen to the ground with his hand, and worked hard with his body for a while before lifting it up.

When the job was done, the man gasped for breath, sweat was dripping down his forehead, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.

After resting here for a while, the man bent down and untied the parcel on the ground, reached out and grabbed several handfuls of it, picked up the stick from the ground, held it in his hand, and began to pound the rice one by one.

The work of pounding rice is carried out with a wooden stick in both hands, and it is too much effort to carry out it with one hand.

A healthy person can hold it with one hand, and after a while, he will be tired and unbearable, and he will not be able to adapt to it.

Not to mention, this primitive man had been severely beaten not long ago.

After holding it for a few moments, his body and face were already covered with sweat, and the breath in his mouth became uneven.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

Inside the cave, there was a sound that was much smaller than before.

A male primitive man with a barely movable arm and a lot of dust on his body stood here, holding a wooden stick in one arm, pounding rice here and there, as if he didn't know how to get tired.

Not long ago, when the rice was pounded, the tribe was full of laughter, but now there is only one person left in the tribe, a man who is very seriously injured, his body is uncontrollable, and he is trembling slightly, and he is pounding rice here again and again.

He looked very weak and tired, but he didn't stop much, just pounding the rice here and there......

Time flies, and before you know it, it's already night.

The smell of food fills the cavern in a somewhat messy cavern.

The smell was so enticing that it was far beyond what the tribe had eaten before.

During the day, the cave was empty, but there were many more people at this time.

This is the person who went to another place to get food, and returned.

If it was in the past, in the caves of the tribe, there was such a food fragrance, the people in the tribe would be extremely happy, and the atmosphere would be very good, as lively as the New Year of the Qingque tribe.

But now, the atmosphere in the tribe seems very depressing, and there is a dull feeling that makes people breathless.

Many people in the tribe sat quietly like this, or leaned against the stone wall, in a daze.

It was as if a heavy stone was weighing down on the hearts of the people.

After a while, the man who had been beaten by the leader of the Red Tiger tribe and whose left arm was almost denied stood up, and with his right hand, he picked up the bowls from the stack and placed them one by one on the side of the large earthenware vessel containing the food.

The pottery bowls in the tribe are far from enough for one person.

So after a while, the bowl began to take on a strange shape.

Some are hewn from stone, others are made of wood......

After arranging the bowls, the man began to hold a very rudimentary wooden bowl with a long handle in his right hand, and poured rice into the bowls that were placed in one piece from the large earthenware.

Many people in the tribe looked at each other, and after looking at it for a while, they twisted their heads back to their original positions and continued with what they had done before.

There are also some people who don't understand in their hearts, or they are angry.

The tribe has already encountered such a bad thing, but you still only think about eating?!

How can this be eaten!

But this man didn't care about that, but just served food there.

Even his right arm is about to lose consciousness, he doesn't use much strength, and a spoonful of rice in his hand seems to weigh a thousand catties, and he is still quietly holding rice.

It took a while for him to fill all the rice bowls placed here in such a heavy atmosphere.

“@#￥@##￥……”

He put down the spoon-like thing and beckoned the tribe to eat.

The people of the tribe turned their heads to look at him, and then at the food that was placed there, and did not speak, but turned their heads again, and continued to maintain their previous posture.

This person was stunned.

Then he continued to call for the people of the tribe to eat.

This time, there were quite a few people who simply ignored him and didn't even turn their heads.

He shouted three times in a row, but no one came to eat.

After a while, he stopped talking.

He stooped down and picked up a bowl of rice with his tired right hand, and headed towards the leader of his tribe, placing it beside him.

Then he returned again, and continued to carry the bowl of food to the rest of the people.

The people in the tribe were silent, and many people's chests were rising and falling sharply.

“@#￥#￥@3……”

The leader of the tribe looked at this pale-faced, badly injured arm, and limping as if his heart was filled with a lot of things.

After a while, he finally couldn't take it anymore and began to speak loudly.

When he had said this, he reached out and picked up the bowl on the floor, brought it to his lips, and took a sip.

What he means is to let the people in the tribe not be stunned, hurry up and eat and sleep, and tomorrow the tribe will go out to continue looking for food!

After hearing his words and seeing his example, the people of this tribe began to act.

Some people began to eat with the bowl at their feet, while others went straight to the place where the bowl was placed and ate by themselves.

Some people with a more difficult temperament, after waiting for a while, also picked up the bowl that seemed extraordinarily heavy, and after a long time, they took a sip......

The children in the tribe also picked up the bowl in their hands, and after a while, they finally put their mouths on the edge of the bowl and began to eat.

It's just that I don't know why, the food that used to taste extra sweet in the past doesn't taste good at all at this time.

Not to mention the taste of drinking it in the mouth, it also has its own tear-jerking effect.

Just one sip of it makes many people's eyes become hazy.

Tears mixed with the steaming food, and they were drunk together in the stomach, and it was difficult to swallow.

After that, I never ate rice again......