He was stunned on the spot, then took a few steps to Han Cheng and squatted down, took the fish in his hand and looked at it carefully, and after a while he confirmed that it was indeed the fish they had eaten before.

He held the fish in one hand and pointed with the other, looked at Han Cheng, and said excitedly: "This... This...... Fish ......"

On the way back, Han Cheng was thinking about how Wu would react when he saw the fish, he thought that Wu must be very surprised, but he still didn't expect Wu's reaction to be so big, and he was so excited that he couldn't even speak.

Han Cheng understood his mood, and was very grateful to Wu He, and hurriedly said, "Fish, in the river!" There are fish! ”

As he spoke, he pointed in the direction of the creek outside the cave.

"Fish, a lot. Lots and lots of fish. ”

Han Cheng was afraid that his expression would not be clear, so he added again.

Wu was a little dazed, then stood up, took Han Cheng's hand and was about to walk out, in a hurry, obviously wanting to go to the river as soon as possible to verify whether what Han Cheng said was true.

If it is true, then the food crisis of their tribe this year no longer exists!

Although Han Cheng brought back a fish, what he said should not be false, but this conflict with Wu's cognition was too great, and he couldn't help but want to see it with his own eyes.

Let's see if there are a lot of fish!

In his heart, in fact, there is no need for a lot of fish, as long as it is enough for their tribe to eat in winter.

Han Cheng hurriedly grabbed Wu and asked him to stop first, and he quickly ran to the hole, took out a few skins and came out, and motioned for Wu to be tied to his body.

Wu Xiaoxiao, she was indeed too anxious, and she actually forgot the cold outside.

He took the leather from Han Cheng's hand, wrapped it around his body quickly, and called the two female primitives from Fang Cai, and the four of them walked out of the cave and walked towards the river through the snow.

Han Cheng's face turned into a bitter gourd, and he ran back from the river, but after staying in the cave for less than ten minutes, he came out again and rushed over there.

What a sin~

Wu walked quickly, he wanted to see the scene Han Cheng said quickly, and after suddenly learning the news that this could save the tribe from fire and water, he had forgotten the exhaustion on his body and his old age.

"Plop!"

After seeing nearly twenty large and small fish placed on the shore, as well as the fish with their heads squeezed in the ice cave, Wu Wu, who was finally convinced that what Han Cheng said was true, showed joy on his face, and then knelt directly in the snow nest.

I don't know what I'm talking about, but I think it's something like thanking the gods.

This made Han Cheng, who was happy because he could help the tribe a lot, and touched his nose a little helplessly.

This fish was obviously discovered by itself, right? It's not good for you to give all the glory to the gods.

Wu got up from the snow, looked at the fish on the shore, and looked at the head in the ice cave, and the joy on his face could not be contained.

He hugged Han Cheng into his arms, rubbed Han Cheng's head with his forehead affectionately, put Han Cheng down, and combed Han Cheng's hair with his hands.

This is the behavior of expressing affection to each other in the tribe, Han Cheng can see it every day in the cave, but he has never seen Wu have such an intimate act towards anyone.

Although the action of grooming the hair looks a lot like a big monkey catching lice for a small monkey......

"Fish! Get back! Take a fork and catch a fish! ”

Wu took care of Han Cheng's hair for a while, his excitement calmed down a lot, and then he gave the two female primitives who were also stunned to ask them to take the fish back to the cave, and then come to catch the fish with a harpoon.

When the two female primitives heard this, they hurriedly took action, and they were not too cold, so they directly hugged three or four of them and hurried to the cave on the snow.

The lame harpoon was even more energetic, especially after Wu and the others came here to show such a surprised look, which made him feel a sense of raising his eyebrows.

"Fish, you ......"

After a pause, Wu Lian began to ask Han Cheng how he knew that there was a fish down here.

This made Han Cheng a little helpless, why did primitive people like to get to the bottom of it so much.

But it's impossible to tell Wu that he is a traverser, it's just basic common sense!

He thought about it, and suddenly remembered the method he used to limp out before.

Yes, the gods are omnipotent, and the people here seem to have a great deal of faith in them.

In that case, he will borrow the name of the gods again?

It was just that he borrowed the name of the god in front of a professional clergyman, which made Han Cheng feel a little weak.

But considering that the clergy had a high status in the tribe, and that he would inevitably have to come up with other things in the future for himself and for the sake of the tribe, it would be really troublesome to explain everything for a long time, and it would be better to blame it all on the gods.

Anyway, the gods are omnipotent.

When he had made up his mind, he pointed to the sky and then to his head, and said, "God says there are fish ......."

What Han Cheng was worried about didn't happen, after he made the name of the Heavenly God, Wu didn't have the slightest suspicion, on the contrary, there was a strong surprise in his eyes, and there was a hint of surprise in this surprise.

He affectionately brushed Han Cheng's hair again, and then as if he remembered something, he let go of his hand with a little uneasiness.

Han Cheng saw that Wu was a little cramped, and after thinking about it carefully, he realized something, so he smiled and stood on tiptoe and groomed Wu who was slightly bent over to show his intimacy.

Wu's uneasiness quickly disappeared, and he looked at Han Cheng, his somewhat old face full of smiles.

Four more women from the tribe came.

They split up and held a harpoon and a limp to guard the hole in the ice and unleash the spearfish.

As for the rest of the people, Han Cheng chose a few more ice surfaces that were far apart and taught them how to smash the ice and then spear the fish.

The passion for food among the people of the tribe is admirable.

After smashing into two more ice holes, and adding the lame, there were six people spearfishing.

Because these fish are suffocated, they are all crowded in the ice cave to breathe, and they are much better than usual.

So much so that the female primitive who was responsible for transporting fish to the cave was too busy!

It wasn't until Han Cheng broke off a relatively soft branch from the side, put on seven or eight of them from the gills to the mouth of the fish at one time, and let her pull one end of the branch and drag the fish in the snow that she was relieved.

Han Cheng's innovation, which didn't seem to need to be thought about at all, could have the effect of saving effort and transporting more fish at a time, and let Wu take a closer look at him.

It wasn't too late, and the six of them had already forked enough fish for the tribe to eat for three days!

The limp who was already frozen and cold and his face was black still refused to leave.

Not only him, but also the other women who were fishing refused to go back.

It wasn't until Han Cheng repeatedly told them that the fish would not go, and they could continue to catch it tomorrow, that they were reluctant to go back to the cave step by step.

This made Han Cheng, who was shivering from the cold, secretly determined that he wouldn't come out with them tomorrow!

The small door in the middle of the cave was opened, and under the command of Wu, the old primitive man in charge of the fire put a lot of firewood on the fire, and the fire was vigorous.

Han Cheng and the others gathered around the fire to feel this rare warmth.

The lame and the others would turn their heads from time to time to look at the nearly 100 fish piled together, and then grinned and looked at Han Cheng, who was roasting his feet, with a strong sense of respect.

Different from the joy of everyone in the cave, the senior brother who led the people out to hunt was in a particularly heavy mood.