"Fish, no!"

Feeling deceived, the limp pointed to the small river covered by the ice, and some of the ice still had a layer of snow on it, and said to Han Cheng with some anger.

Han Cheng couldn't help but be a little stunned when he saw this, this is what the senior brother said about the fish is gone?

Do they mean that the river is frozen and the fish can no longer be seen as usual, so they think the fish are gone?

Instead of what you imagined, because of the cold, the fish have swam somewhere else?

Thinking like this, Han Cheng suddenly slapped his forehead violently.

He found that he had been thinking about it from the beginning, because he had always thought that the fish here were migratory fish, but he ignored the fact that after the heavy snow fell, the senior brother also led the people of the tribe to catch fish for three days.

It's snowing, these fish are still there, so it's a strange thing if it's a migrating fish!

"Fish, down there!"

After his chagrin, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, the food crisis of the tribe could be resolved!

Nor can he be considered an untrustworthy person by being lame.

With a surprised smile on his face, Han Cheng stabbed the ice with a stick, and after confirming that the ice was strong enough, he went up to the ice.

Pointing his foot on the ice, he said to the angry lame.

Lame showed a puzzled look, he didn't agree with Han Cheng's words, this was obviously all turned into solid stones, how could there be fish?

It's just that Han Cheng's surprised look and determined tone made him hesitate.

"Fish, down there!"

"Catch the fish, eat!"

Han Cheng even said that he gestured to the lame to express his meaning, and once again offered the food that was difficult to refuse.

He then motioned for the limp to use the stone he was holding in his arms to smash the ice under his feet.

Of course, for safety, Han Cheng let the limp come to a place close to the river bank and smash it.

In this way, even if the gap in the ice surface is too large and the limp falls into the water, it can basically climb out.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

The two hands were frozen and red, and the limp was holding the stone and slamming the ice under his feet, and every time the stone went down, a piece of ice would splash in all directions.

The ice was thick, and I was sweating profusely, and I had to rest four times before I finally smashed a hole in the ice.

This gave Han a thumbs up for his wit.

If you don't flicker the limp out, there will be more than 20 centimeters of ice, and you really can't smash it if you rely on yourself now.

The first moment the ice was smashed and exposed to the water, the limp smiled and believed Han Cheng's words.

Since there was water underneath the stone-like thing, the fish really didn't leave as the guy said.

At Han Cheng's signal, the energetic limp continued to expand the hole along the smashed hole.

Because the ice had already been smashed open, it was much easier to smash it to the side.

It didn't take long for the ice cave to more than double in size.

"Fish!"

Before Han Cheng could say that he would ask the cripple to fish out the broken ice from the ice cave, the cripple had already pointed at the fish at the entrance of the cave and came to breathe in the fresh air with its mouth exposed.

If Han Cheng hadn't stopped him, the lame who threw the stone in his arms directly to the side would have already fallen on the ice and grabbed it with his hands.

Han Cheng couldn't help but smile, it's good to have fish! It's good to have fish!

He let the excited limp throw the stones on the ice to the shore, otherwise it wouldn't be long before they stuck to the ice and couldn't pick them up in this weather.

"Poof!"

It seemed that the fish were all suffocated, and not long after the ice was smashed open, seven or eight fish gathered at the entrance of the cave.

They huddle here, breathing greedily with their mouths open.

Han Cheng felt that it was very uncomfortable for them to be huddled together like this to breathe, so it was better to come ashore, so he saw the opportunity and stabbed it fiercely at the middle one.

It's off to a good start!

I don't know if this fish is unlucky or if Han Cheng's spearfish technique, which he has never practiced, is powerful, but in just one moment, a fish more than a foot long was stabbed through his body by a stick, no, a harpoon.

Han Cheng used both hands to pick it up directly from the water.

The fish's tail swings in the air and throws out a beautiful string of water droplets.

"Fish!"

The limp looked at the fish jumping in the snow and shouted with joy again.

He limped, quickly lifted the still beating fish, and grinned at Han Cheng.

Han Cheng was also laughing, this fish was at least three catties.

"Poof!"

Han Cheng took advantage of the victory to chase and spearfish again.

It's a pity that this time I didn't have the good luck of last time, and when I went down with a harpoon, I didn't leave anything behind except for some fish scales.

These fish were all suffocated, and there was a rare opportunity to breathe, and being poked by Han Cheng with a harpoon like this would only sink a little down, and they would soon resurface above the water.

"Poof!"

Han Cheng, who was full of strength, struck again, and the bald harpoon made of wooden sticks in his hand stabbed the fish on the head, causing the fish to jump in pain, and actually jumped directly from the water to the ice, jumping back and forth.

It was a bonus.

"Fish, I'll come!"

Limped and held down the fish that jumped up after being beaten, threw it together with the previous one, and then eagerly asked Han Cheng for a harpoon, ready to experience the joy of the harvest himself.

After all, picking up fish is not as enjoyable as spearfishing.

Han Cheng's current body is still small, and he has just been reborn, and the scorched shell on his body has not completely faded, so his strength is not enough.

If it is a sharp harpoon made of thin steel bars or iron bars, as in later generations, it can still be used to tie fish.

But now, with this kind of spearfish that is directly a straight stick, and the head of the stick is not sharpened but sharpened, with his current strength, it is really a big difference.

Although Han Cheng really wanted to fork two more to have a good time, he also knew that now was not the time to play, and the most important thing was to get food, so he handed the harpoon to the lame hand.

The lame leg was lame, but the strength and experience of the previous work were still there, and he spotted a fish, bent his waist, and stabbed the harpoon diagonally.

I only heard a 'bang', and in the midst of the crystal water droplets, a fish more than two feet long had been stabbed through the stomach with a harpoon and picked out of the water.

"Fish!"

He shouted excitedly, took off the fish from the harpoon and handed it to Han Cheng, who took the fish that was still flicking its tail with both hands, and was almost carried to the ground.

This fish weighs almost ten pounds!

The lame who was completely caught in the joy of harvesting had completely forgotten the cold, just standing on the edge of the ice cave with a harpoon and staring at the ice cave with both eyes, and when he saw the right time, he would thrust the harpoon in his hand hard.

With each insertion, he would shout excitedly: "Fish! ”

Limp is really happy, he has never been happier than today since his leg injury.

He's no longer a burden to the tribe, and he's able to hunt for food for the tribe!

After more than three years of cumbersome lameness, the joy at this time emanates from the depths of my heart.

(It's already eleventh, and I'll be able to show my face in the top ten if I work harder, and I ask the big guys to help me, thank you.) ）