The next day, Moo took Ding Qi and the three of them to the river, the other Yu tribesmen were resting in the cave, they had been abused for such a long time, people were physically and mentally fragile, and needed a certain amount of time and space to recover, food and sleep were the best medicine.

The river had long since been frozen, and it was covered with a thick layer of snow. Zhuang, who followed behind, held a bundle of wood, and still carried the short shovel in his hand, waving it as he walked. Ding Qi told him that he would use the shovel for the time being, and that he would make a mountain knife when the snow melted. This made Zhuang very happy.

In order to get enough food, Ding Qi had to break the ice to get fish. Without fire, Tinch might consider smashing ice cubes with an axe, shovel, or stone, which is a dumb method that is both time-consuming and labor-intensive. Since there is fire, then use the way there is fire, and using fire is nothing more than burning with fire.

Ding Qi chose a spot where Zhuang picked up a shovel and shoveled the snow aside, revealing the cyan ice below. Ice itself is a colorless and transparent solid, but because of the river water below, it appears cyan and darkens further down until it becomes black.

Ben set up the firewood on the cleared ice, and took a ball of dry dead grass from the crotch of the animal's leather pants and stuffed it into the firewood. This made Zhuang next to him stunned, and said in his heart, how did he take out a handful of grass from there and turn it out? It was a strange thing for him, and since he didn't know the principle, he could only be at a loss. Then he put his hand into his animal skin skirt and pulled it out, and there was no grass, only a curly hair. Stretch it again, still no, a few more hairs. Keep stretching, still no, an extra curl of hair.

I had to stretch it again, but I was slapped aside by Ding Qi, and my heart said that you don't feel pain?

Since the last time Ding Qi dried wet grass with the temperature of his crotch, Ben had learned this way, and he would put a handful of grass in it wherever he went. Luckily, Ding Qi made him a fur thong, oh no, it's fur panties, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to carry the grass. Ding Qi doubted that if he had put a handful of wet grass in it for a long time, he would get eczema underneath.

Taking advantage of the time between lighting the fire and burning firewood, Ding Qi explained to Zhuang why he had to load a handful of grass like this, and warned them not to do it again in the future, especially Ben, who had to get rid of this habit. The method of drying wet grass with the crotch is used in special situations, such as when the surrounding environment is humid and there is no hay. But after the fire is burned, you can completely put some wet grass by the fire to dry and take it away, and then take it out and use it next time.

This made Ben a little embarrassed, and the other two also laughed at him for being stupid, but Ben's murderous eyes made the two of them shut up quickly. However, the action of pulling out the crotch reminded Ding Qi that in the absence of ignitions, could he use the curly hair? Well, that's a problem. As a survivalist, if you want to survive by all means, you should be able to burn your hair. Go back and try someone else, you can't use your own. glanced at Zhuang, who was a little silly and blowing fire, and suddenly made Zhuang feel cold and swishing under his crotch, was it too much hair?

The fire burned, and the ice below slowly began to melt, and the sound of melting ice water colliding with the high temperature sounded, and as the ice decreased, more and more water grew, gradually forming a puddle.

Ding Qi took out his axe and slashed a waterway around the fire, drawing out the melted ice water. As time progressed, the ice pit grew larger and larger until it was one meter long, and then it became deeper and deeper, and the ashes flowed as they melted into a small puddle on the side, where they were scooped out with a clay spoon waiting on the side.

Until there was a sound of "zi", a white mist came out from under the firewood, and the white mist wrapped the burning firewood to extinguish the flame on the surface, and soon burned again. The sizzling sound grew louder and louder, and the mist rose louder and louder, until a stream of water emerged from under the ice and extinguished all the firewood.

Icebreaker success!

As the water kept churning, the charcoal and ashes inside also sank into the river with the tumbling water and disappeared.

Ding Qi took an axe to knock the ice underneath to expand the area of the ice cave, and the bubbling river water bubbled up, and soon rushed through a height of nearly one and a half meters, filling the entire ice cave and overflowing, like a small fountain.

This spectacular sight shocked the three of them speechless, Ben was okay, Moo and Zhuang were surprised that two eggs could be put in their mouths. But before they could close their mouths, a large fish head peeking out of the hole frightened them both into taking a few steps back, and sat on the snow piled up beside them, dumbfounded, and could hold three eggs in their open mouths.

As the big fish came to the surface, its mouth bigger than a tennis ball opened and closed twice, as if frightened, or there were other fish below it, and its body shook violently, and it rushed out of the water and into the air, until its whole body was completely out of the water, and then it fell on the ice with a thud. The one-and-a-half-meter-long body tossed around on the ice for nearly ten minutes before being frozen in place by the bitter cold weather.

In these ten minutes, more and more water and fish gushed out of the ice cave, and more fish wanted to poke out of the ice to breathe a few breaths of fresh air. The fish above don't want to go down, and the fish below try their best to come up, which creates such a spectacular phenomenon of swelling fish. There is no need for anyone to catch it, one by one the big fish rush out, and even a few smaller fish jump out of the water together, and in the end, some small fish of foot length rush out together, break through the obstacles, shake their heads and tails, swim around in a circle, and finally put on a shape and freeze in place. The whole scene can only be described as a miracle, not only the three of them, but even Ding Qi was stunned.

Although he has heard some news about the fish from the modern society, he can hear it as a false and seeing it as believing, and the fact that he has seen it with his own eyes can no longer be described as shocking, this is a moment to witness a miracle!

At this point, the fish on the ice has definitely crossed a ton. As the ice cave no longer has any more fish coming out, the water level in the cave gradually drops, and when all the fish are stacked together, the ice cave is about to freeze.

Ding Qi went to the woods not far from the river bank, found a few dead trees, peeled some relatively intact bark from them, carried them back to the ice cave, covered the hole layer by layer, and finally spread a large pile of snow on top of it.

Ben, who had finished his work, wondered why Ding Qi did this, and Ding Qi sat down on the biggest fish and explained to the three of them.

In modern terms, Tincchi made an insulating layer out of tree bark and thick snow, so that the temperature in the ice cave could always be kept constant, so that the water inside would not be easily frozen, and even if it did, it would not have to be as hard to break the ice to get fish or water as it had at the beginning. In the 21st century, the Eskimos in the Arctic Circle used this method to obtain water, and if they were to turn ice or snow into water to get drinking water, too much firewood would be wasted.

But when they told the three primitive people, it was directly a sentence: if you don't let the water in it freeze again, you will waste your strength and waste the food in your stomach to break the ice.

The three of them understood that they would not do anything that wasted food.

Near noon, it was impossible for the four of Ding Qi to take all the fish away, so they carried the fish that was one and a half meters long and weighed about two hundred catties back to the cave, and as for the rest of the fish, they could be slowly transported back.

Under the power of the axe, this hard-erected big fish was quickly chopped into pieces by Zhuang, thrown into a clay pot piece by piece, stewed into a pot of milky white fish soup, and entered the stomach of every Yu tribesman. Fish soup is the most nourishing, especially this kind of old fish, which is rich in nutrition. Unfortunately, there is no oil, and if you fry it, the stewed soup is as rich as milk, which is most beneficial for the weak to absorb.

The cold wind howled outside, the inside of the cave was as warm as spring, and people who had eaten and drunk enough and had nothing to do quickly fell asleep. Ding Qi arranged for Zhuang and Ben to go to the forest outside to cut down more wood and come back as fuel, while he and Moo sorted out the remaining animal skins of the tribe and prepared to make them into animal skin pants and jackets, and the surplus was made into gloves and hats to keep warm as much as possible.

The leader of the Feather tribe and the Doctor Witch have been killed by the members of the cannibal tribe led by Zhuang, and Moo has become the voice of the entire tribe. Including Moo, all the members of the Yu tribe maintained great hostility towards Zhuang, and if it weren't for Ding Qi pressing here, it is estimated that these people would tear the lonely Zhuang to pieces.

Under the auspices of Ding Qi, Mohe tribesmen held a farewell ceremony for the deceased clansmen, and also announced the demise of the Yu tribe. Under the leadership of Moo, they all joined the Ding tribe and started a new life.

There was enough fish left over for them to eat for many days, and Tincch was going to use that time to make more animal skin clothing.

In the Blackwater tribe, far away, the tribal leader and the healer were sitting in a warm room, around a fire, and on the bonfire was a clay pot with something boiling inside, and the aroma was distributed throughout the space.

Although the weather was cold and there was a particularly heavy black snow in the early part of the day, it was a relaxing season for their tribe that lived by the water. They don't have to worry about food and clothing, and they live near the water, and everything they eat comes from the water, as long as they can avoid the attacks of those fierce water beasts.

After an autumn of hard work, they collected enough food for nearly 300 people up and down their tribe to eat for a winter, including fish, which was the main source of food for their tribe. As long as there is no food crisis, the tribal healers and chieftains don't think about how they can get food on a snowy day. And they think that the water has been frozen, that it is God's will, and that they cannot break it until the ice melts on its own.

At this moment, the two of them are surrounding the clay pot, looking at the clay bowl in their hands, and are discussing how to get more clay pots and clay bowls, these things are amazing, they can make the most delicious food outside of barbecue. They thought it was worth it to exchange two young slave girls for these pottery, because the old doctor could eat more and not eat the roast meat that was not torn, and should be able to live longer.

These pottery were made by the strange Ding tribe, but after a black snow landing, the doctor witch combined his own divination, and the two came to the conclusion that they needed to be careful and careful when dealing with this Ding tribe, so as not to bring disaster to the tribe.