The first snow of the second year was still falling. Day and night, in the morning, the sorghum pole door at the entrance of the cave almost couldn't be pushed open, pushed open a crack, let a few little wolves out, and after a fierce planing, finally cut the snow open, opened the mountain gate, and welcomed the sunshine of the new day.

This snow needs to be dried for two days, and a hard crust will form on top before it is suitable for foraging. The two of them pushed out the climbing plough that pulled the firewood, put it on the snow, and sat on it, and in front of them were pulled by seven little wolves, jumping and running on the snow. There are baskets made of wicker in the spring on the climbing plow, and there will be a large field of willow trees wild by the river in the northeast meadow, the willow branches are thin and long, hanging low to the surroundings, and the roots of the wicker are not strong in connection with the thick willow branches, and the division can be pulled off by simple force. The willow branches in spring are tender, and if you peel off the skin, you can use them to weave wicker baskets. The baskets made by the two of them were not large, and they were placed on three or four climbing plows, and the hairs dragged them to the ice by the river.

If you have access to food, you can not use the stored food as much as possible, unless it is decaying, which is one of the rules for long-term survival in the wild. At this time, the surface of the river is completely covered with ice, the ice surface is not very thick, and there is only a thin layer in the middle of the river, but the bank can bear a lot of weight. After getting out of the car, Shi Zhan and Han Bing took turns to smash the ice surface with pointed stones, and after a while, they smashed open a small hole and continued to expand until they smashed into a hole with a diameter of about 300 mm. After stopping for a while, I saw a lot of big fish poking their heads out, their mouths open and breathing. If they were any older, they would have reached out and grabbed them directly, and now they would use the pointed stick with the hook to open their mouths, plunge into it, and then lift it up, and a big fish would be lifted up and thrown into the snow, and if they were lucky enough not to be eaten by those few hairs, they would quickly freeze hard, and then be thrown into a wicker basket.

It didn't take long, about an hour or so, and after the hairy men had eaten enough, a dozen fish were finally collected, and the three wicker baskets were full. Roll up the dead grass and plug the ice cave so that you don't have to shave the ice hole so hard next time. Summoning the well-fed and running hairy people back, putting on a rope, loading the harvest, and returning home. It's going to be a few more days of good life. Go back to the hole and throw the fish into the snowdrift, and the natural refrigerator will not be used in vain. At this time, the only ones who came out to sniff around and found the fish in the snowdrift were foxes and wolves, this is the wolf's den, the fox is probably not so bold, as for the other wolves, the elders should be filial piety when they come to the door, the family is big, and it is not bad. Fortunately, bears have hibernation habits, otherwise this guy's nose is quite sensitive. Sometimes I think, thanks to the wolf I met through the crossing, if I was adopted by a mother bear, and in the winter the mother bear herself slept there, and the brothers would have to starve to death if they were not frozen to death, and their little feet would not be enough to gnaw on for a day.

The residents in the "Phoenix Community" have already had the next generation, and there is only one brother left of the lame rabbits in the "Guanghan Community". I have to find a companion for this buddy as soon as possible, and the mission of expanding the family is quite urgent. The main reason is that the rabbits trapped in the trap are often bitten to death by the wolf cubs before they are caught, unless they feed the guys before they go, but who can guarantee that there will be a stupid rabbit every time? You can't wait here, right? Therefore, the expansion of family members also depends on luck. The pheasant knows how to fly, avoid the bite of the wolf cub, and finally find the protector and get rescued, the only bad thing is that the price is a bit big, and the beauty will become bare. Life is always more important than beauty, and spiritual needs only become important after material needs are satisfied. If you want to open it, that's it, not to mention that you will meet the same kind of treatment with the same treatment, not suffering from widowhood but suffering from unevenness, since everyone is treated equally, presumably the pheasants will be relieved. As for the depression of the rabbit, it will be depressed first, and there will always be a day when the clouds will open and the moon will be bright.

Happiness always comes suddenly, and this day comes quickly. After seeing a line of footprints left on the snow surface after the snow, the two of them dug pits and set up traps on the footprint route to set up an ambush. This time it was very successful, and they didn't bring the hairy people over, so they went alone, harvested a gray rabbit, and happily walked back.

Suddenly, there was a long howl from the depths of the mountains and forests in the east, and the two of them trembled, looked around, and ran away. Listening to the sound, you can tell that this is the roar of the Siberian tiger, the king of the mountain. In the northeast, he is the king, the sky, and has no natural enemies. In the north, there are many mountains in the large and small Xing'an Mountains, usually a mountain will be occupied by an adult tiger, because the mountain is relatively short and small, there are not many wild animals, and it is difficult to maintain the survival of a tiger, so it is rarely seen.

This time, for some unknown reason, this scourge came here, and the sound was not very far away, it should be in the depths of the dense forest five or six kilometers to the northeast. There are more wild boars over there, and bears have been seen in summer, which is more dangerous, and they generally don't run away with the wolf cubs in the division. Now whether you want it or not, that guy could come over at any time. It's a blessing or a curse, it's a disaster that can't be avoided, and it's a test of life and death if it's not good this time.

Run back to the cave, first bring back the hairies, and then turn up the fire in the brazier, and pile up firewood on the side. The door of the sorghum stalk is half open and half closed, leaving a seam for the mother who has not returned. The two brothers were at the entrance of the cave, "Ma Ou! Oh O! The earth screamed wildly, turned and went into the cave, guarding the brazier at the door. It is estimated that my mother will come back quickly if she hears it. The two of them also took out a torch wrapped around the animal skin strip that they usually prepared, and the animal skin strip was coated with the meat grease that had been solidified on the stone slab with the meat of the beast, and at the critical moment, it could be lit by reaching into the brazier, and the torch could be hostile to the beast. Beasts are afraid of fire, and tigers are no exception.

Probably hearing her son's call, it didn't take long for the mother to run back, with a huge yellow squirrel in her mouth, no need to ask, it must have been dug out of the mouse hole. Just as a squirrel will store a lot of dried fruits in a tree hole, a yellow squirrel on the flat ground will also store a lot of hay and grass seeds in the hole in the fall, and before entering the hole, they will eat a round melon, and the food sacs on their cheeks will be filled with nuts, and then after the first snow, they will go into the hole and fall asleep, and when they are hungry, they will get up to eat, and rely on this body fat and reserves to survive the cold winter. So at this time, the weasel are very fat, with a thick fat layer, and are the favorite food of the wolf.

My mother must have heard the tiger's whistle, and when she returned to the cave, she lingered at the entrance of the cave for a while, looking a little flustered. A few hairy people were in the hole, and they didn't hear the sound of the tiger, and they still didn't have the heart and lungs to grab the fat rat to eat. The residents of the two communities are also very quiet, the newly caught rabbits do not know the male and female, anyway, the folded legs are thrown into the "Guanghan community", and the lonely lame rabbit is the companion, the two rabbits with the same disease did not have any disputes, and lay in the community peacefully. Han Bing threw some grass and dried wild vegetables into it and ignored it.

The two of them and their mother kept paying attention to the movement outside, and they didn't notice the tiger coming until dark. Not daring to be careless, Han Bing and Shi Zhan decided to keep vigil separately, Han Bing kept the first half of the night, and Shi Zhan kept the second half of the night. Mom crouched on the thigh of Han Bing, who was keeping vigil, her eyes seemed to be open and closed, and she would suddenly open her eyes at the slightest movement outside, staring out of the cave in a hidden voice, and would continue to close her eyes and pretend to sleep until she found no abnormality. Han Bing put his arms around his mother's neck and sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. After nearly two years of cultivation in the wild, the two of them have already practiced their hearts and eyes, and they have lived in the dark for a long time, so that they have a sensitive sense of hearing and smell that surpasses ordinary beasts. In the dark, listen carefully to the sound of the north wind howling outside, and do not let go of any abnormal movement mixed in with it.

Towards the middle of the night, there was a subtle sound of snow shells cracking and dead branches and leaves being trampled outside, although the sound was not loud, it was enough to stimulate Han Bing's keen eardrums in this lonely wasteland night. Mom raised her head suddenly, her eyes fixed on the hole, and the hairs on her neck stood up. Han Bing continued to wrap his arms around her mother's neck and let her lean on her side to comfort her. Two more pieces of dry wood were added to the brazier, and suddenly the lazy flames burst up, and the fire was blazing. Han Bing believed that through the gap in the straw door, if it was really a tiger outside, he would definitely see the fire inside the cave, and the tiger who was afraid of fire would not dare to break into the cave rashly. There was a clear low gasp of "whoop, whoosh" from the doorway, and the King of the Mountain was already at the door, but saw the firelight and was hesitating to break in. Shi Zhan had already woken up, holding two torches in his hands, crawled to the other side of his mother lightly, handed one to Han Bing, and picked up the wooden stick with the stone spear, ready to light the torch immediately once the tiger broke the door, and fight the tiger. The two sides confronted each other from door to door, and neither dared to take a step to break the deadlock. Finally, after more than ten minutes, the tiger probably saw that the fire in the cave was not extinguished, and could not hold back his hunger, so he had to turn away, and heard the footsteps running away in the direction of the forest to the northwest. The mother continued to be vigilant at the entrance of the cave for more than ten minutes, feeling that the danger was far away, so she put down her heart, Han Bing put down the torch, got up and went to sleep on the straw mat on the platform, and her mother continued to accompany Shi Zhan, continued to nap beside Shi Zhan, and Shi Zhan took over Han Bing's guard for the second half of the night.

The next day it was bright and the night was unharmed. But the two of them still don't plan to go far away, and they don't plan to let their mother and seven little hairs go out. These guys are now typically unorganized and undisciplined, going out to have fun, and once danger strikes, I'm afraid they won't have time to run back to the cave in time. As soon as my mother went out, it was half a day, far away, and dangerous. After locking the seven little ones in the cave, the two of them took their mother out of the cave and walked on the ground that had been swept out. Looking to the east, the Black Forest is still dark and deep, and I don't know how many dangers are hidden inside. Take out five frozen fish from the snow nest, the mother and the girl go into the hole, Han Bing prepares breakfast, first throws the frozen fish into the stream water to melt, and then clean up inside and out, puts the fish internal organs in a large mud bowl, adds some water, heats it with a heated stone, and then takes it to the seven hairs to eat. Then put the cleaned fish rack on the brazier at the door and roast it, the fish is very big and fat, it is enough for the two of you to eat one, anyway, there will not be much exercise today. My mother ate one by herself, and the seven hairs, three fish, and the fish offal were all eaten cleanly, and even the bones were chewed and swallowed. Mom too, it seems that the book says that wolves never waste any food, and it is indeed true.

The brothers didn't have the habit of eating fish bones, so they took a few long and thin ones, took the fish bones that were quite strong, and left the needles for sewing and repairing, and gave the rest to the brother to eat, and the food could not be wasted. Shi Zhan stayed in the middle of the night last night, and after eating at this time, he just came back to sleep, lying on the straw mat, full of cranky thoughts: I don't know what kind of habit the tiger eats, whether it is also so calculating. I hope I don't meet that plague god before I become an adult, otherwise "Wu Song fights the tiger"? If you can't say it, you have to come first to "fight the tiger with a division" and pass it on to future generations. This kid really thinks of himself as a god of war! I forgot the idiom: "Xiang" in distress?