The snow stopped, and the surroundings were still white, and the temperature did not rise, but became colder after the snow stopped.

Under the white expanse of snow, everything is quiet, and there are few whereabouts, only a few hungry birds and finches in the thin snow, using their claws to pick up the snow and find some grass seeds and the like to barely feed themselves.

In the distance, there were some small black dots, which were slowly moving and slowly getting bigger.

Gradually, it became recognizable that the black spots were a group of people trudging through the snow.

These people, wrapped in thick animal skins, breathed white gas from their mouths, and had a layer of hoarfrost on their eyebrows, beards, and hair above their heads.

Some of them had their weapons under their arms because of the cold.

Although the weather was cold, Blackstone and the people of the Blackstone tribe were very happy because they brought back enough food for the tribe.

In their ranks, there were more people than they were.

The fur on which these people were not particularly heavy, and were mainly female adults, with some half-grown children, as well as some male adults, and babies in their arms.

These people also have animal skin packages hanging on their bodies, and the packages are the food that they have not eaten that they had originally stored in the cave.

Now this food is driven with them by these wicked people towards the place where the wicked people live.

The fate of many of them will be eaten as food, just like the food they carry.

Even so, they did not dare to resist, because those who dared to resist had already been killed when they were in the tribe.

They don't have the courage to resist anymore, the weapons made of black stone in the hands of those people are too sharp to cut off the weapons they are holding!

The people of the Blackstone tribe, while driving these people forward, some of them also dragged some hard things, which were the male adults of the tribe they killed, and some weak people who died of cold and starvation on the way to walking.

If it were in the season when food was abundant, Blackstone and the people of the tribe would not eat this kind of food that looked like them.

But now, when the cold winter comes, there is no extra food, and the food obtained by the tribe that has been attacked is not enough to feed the people in the tribe, so they will not let go of these kinds.

After all, if you don't eat them, the people in the tribe will starve, or someone will starve to death.

In previous years, when there was a shortage of food, some people in the tribe starved to death, and those who starved to death were thrown away and eaten by them.

Because if we don't, more people will starve to death.

The stomach determines everything, when the stomach is hungry to a certain extent, many things can be put away from it, and human feelings and laws are not as important as food.

In the era of etiquette and law, after thousands of miles of starvation, there will be a matter of changing children and eating, not to mention that this is an era when etiquette has not developed at all......

"Fluttering ......"

Getting closer to the crowd alarmed the foraging birds.

After the crowd passed, the birds that had landed not far away flew back again, and continued to pick up snow nests here to find food.

Because of hunger, even they don't bother to spread their wings and fly more.

In the cave of the Blackstone tribe, flames rose and laughter arose.

The leader, Heishi, looked at this scene with a smile on his face, he led people to find enough food for the tribe, and the people in the tribe would not die of cold and hunger this year.

His gaze turned away from the food and the jubilant crowd and landed on the Blackstone weapon not far away.

A powerful self-confidence appeared in his heart.

With this god-given weapon, he has the confidence to take the people of your tribe and get more food! Make the tribe strong.

No tribe will be able to match their own tribe! The tribes that dare to resist will be the same as these two tribes.

Their weapons and bodies will be cut through by the black stones of their own tribe!

The mood of self-confidence spread in the hearts of Blackstone and all the people of the Blackstone tribe, and everyone was convinced of it.

The dead insects, along with their lives, awakened this tribe with god-level weapons and made them truly realize their strength......

The Qingque tribe, which is far away from here, is also white at this time.

The wide walls, the watchtowers above them, and the thatched and black-tiled roofs were covered with a layer of snow.

However, unlike the rest of the place, there was not much snow on the roof, and there were droplets of water dripping down the ice cubes hanging from the eaves.

All the inhabited rooms of the Qingque tribe are burned with kangs, and the room is warm, so the snow cannot be stored on the upper area for too long.

The cold wind, which had weakened a lot over the wall, blew the rows of crystal ice cubes hanging under the eaves, blew the broken straw hat on the snowman's head, shook the wind chimes made of crystal ice cubes, and shook a piece of 'jingle bell ......' notes, and the sound was crisp, like transparent ice cubes.

In this sound, sometimes there is a flaunting cry from the chicken pen after laying eggs.

With an abundant supply of food, some chickens have also broken through their own rules and can lay eggs in winter.

Thinking about what is the case, not only for people, but also for chickens.

In the next circle, the geese whose feathers have been cut off......

Someone appeared with a stick and went to knock on the ice cubes hanging under the eaves, and after a crisp sound, a pile of broken ice appeared on the ground.

The minors ran over cheering, crouching there to find ice cubes to their liking.

The younger ones, who were wrapped like dumplings, were clumsy and crooked, and they also ran over there......

In winter, the Qingque tribe compound is less busy in the past, and more leisurely, lazy and warm, which always makes people feel comfortable.

At this time, if you can push open the doors of the three houses where the sacred son and the witch live in the tribe, and see the scene inside, those who are hungry in the winter and can't stand it will definitely drool and scold.

In the middle room, which was used as a living room, white water vapor was filling.

The stone table in the middle turned into a square stove made of bricks and mud.

The stove is one meter square and only one meter high, and in the middle of the stove is a clay pot-like pot with a diameter of about 30 centimeters.

At this time, the flame in the small stove reflected the fire pond, and the water in the clay pot was bubbling.

Seeing that there was not much food in the clay pot, Han Cheng, who was smiling, turned around and brought a plate from the wooden shelf not far away, which was as thin as a slightly transparent slice of mutton cut out with a copper knife.

A plate of mutton slices was poured into the clay pot one by one, and a group of people who were eating with a slight sweat on their heads did not speak, and their eyes were all fixed on the clay pot.

The thin slices of mutton, a little boiling cooked, as Han Cheng fished it down with a chopstick, the rest of the high-level members of the Qingque tribe all attacked quickly with chopsticks in one hand and a bowl in the other, and in the blink of an eye, a plate of mutton that had just been put out of the pot had been carved up.

Foodies, a bunch of foodies!

Han Cheng couldn't stop sighing while sending mutton to his mouth.

At this time, Wu had obviously forgotten what he said when Han Cheng called him to eat food not long ago, at this time, the chopsticks were deep in the key of 'stability, accuracy, and ruthlessness', and with one chopstick, he could scoop up half a bowl of mutton slices.

Obviously, they are all people who are missing a few teeth, but at this time, in terms of the speed of eating, they are not inferior to Han Cheng and these young people.

Eating up the mutton in the bowl like a storm, without Han Cheng doing anything, he took another plate of mutton into the pot, and poured a small half plate of frozen tofu into it by the way.

Han Chengdu, who watched it, was a little dumbfounded.

Say yes and don't you get hungry?

What if you say it's okay to just taste it?

Wu, where is your temperament?

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