After the night, the overcast sky showed no sign of clearing, and if the weather was not expected, there would be heavy rain.

Taking advantage of the fact that it had not rained yet, Yang Hao hurriedly organized people to collect timber.

Although the wood was wet, the tribe still had some stock, enough to weigh it for a while.

Due to this sudden natural disaster, Yang Hao had to temporarily put aside the study of armor and devote all his mind to resisting natural disasters.

Yang Hao led the people to the vicinity of the flooded river.

Looking at the raging flood, everyone's faces were extremely solemn.

The flooding turned the surrounding plains into swamps, and one can imagine what will happen to the tribes who live near the river.

From the long drought to the current monstrous floods, you can guess how miserable it is to produce more grain this year.

Turmoil is coming, and this thought flashed through Yang Hao's heart.

Although Yang Hao did not think that he had the potential to become a conspirator, the more turbulent the social structure, the more favorable it was to the situation of the Daqi tribe.

His own tribe does not rely on agriculture, which is an advantage for the current Daqi tribe, at least when others are hungry, they can still have a bite to eat.

Yang Hao suddenly had an evil idea in his heart, if he took advantage of this time to spread some rumors among other tribes, inciting these tribes who couldn't survive to rob those big tribes.

With his ability to fool, he should be able to coerce a large number of people to join this ranks, and finally form a rogue general organization.

This idea came out of his life, Yang Hao was a little impatient, this idea was too tempting, if it succeeded, as long as the situation in the world was completely disturbed, he hid behind the scenes, and was ready to take advantage of the fire at any time.

Maybe you can take this opportunity to dominate the world.

But with a cool breeze blowing, Yang Hao couldn't help but shiver.

"No, I still think it's too simple, this era is not a mature social structure, ascending to the top will not have such a big effect, if you want to learn from Li Zicheng, Zhang Xianzhong and others, it should not be realistic."

Yang Hao, who calmed down, denied this idea, but under the guidance of this idea, Yang Hao felt that it was a good choice to retreat.

Now the tribe has enough food to feed the tribe for three months, and if you add hunting, it can last even longer.

Yang Hao felt that if he let out the wind and get some kind of relief for work when those tribes were down, it would definitely be the only magic weapon to buy people's hearts.

Although your tribe will not grow at a snowballing rate, at least this way is much less risky than capping the population.

The others didn't know that just when they were terrified of the terrifying power of nature, Yang Hao had already calculated the surrounding tribes.

In Yang Hao's eyes, the people of those tribes cannot be regarded as people, they are just numbers, and they are tools for themselves to become strong and enjoy a prosperous life.

Even Qu and Shaoyan are not friends in his eyes, but Yang Hao hides it very well, if he wants to be a professional actor, he must deceive himself when he integrates into the role, so he is a qualified actor.

"Chief, the flood is fierce, it's better to leave."

Yin said in a deep voice.

Seeing that this flood would not be able to recede in a while, Yang Hao nodded and returned to the tribe with the others.

The prisoners of war repaired the fence under the watchful eye of the overseers, while the women took the time to gather wild vegetables and roots.

Those hungry children, Yang Hao did not force them to work, in order to fill their stomachs, these children can only rummage around the tribe for dead trees, the insects they find as delicious food, and the occasional bird's nest snake eggs found are a hearty meal for these children.

Compared with the children of modern society, the children of this era are undoubtedly suffering, although Yang Hao also wants to say domineeringly, no matter how hard it is, you can't be bitter about children, and you can't be poor in education.

But after weighing his catties, Yang Hao could only smile bitterly.

All beings are suffering, he can't save everyone, although these children are the future of the tribe, but the most important thing in front of them is the present.

He can only let his vision become short-sighted, which is a kind of helplessness, the sadness of the times, so that he has no choice.

As Yang Hao expected, this catastrophic rainstorm caused the tribes along the coast to suffer a fatal blow.

The flood washed away their homes, and helpless people could only flee in a hurry, looking at their homes drowning in the floods, and in the face of nature's wrath, the small human beings could only kneel on the ground and pray for forgiveness from God.

When they fled, the food they carried became their only life-saving things, and these really valuable things were soon gathered by the rulers of their respective tribes.

In the face of such naked plunder, the people in the underground position could not resist at all, and did not dare to resist.

The mother held the hungry child, shivering in the cold rain, listening to the child's cry of hunger, the mother could not do anything.

The children who were waiting to be fed sucked on their mother's shriveled ru, the house, but nothing could be sucked, and hunger made them cry.

If there were no miracles, everyone knew that these babies would not have survived.

God seemed to see these lowly human beings too nourishing and without the slightest pity, and three days after that rainstorm had passed, it rained again in the sky as before.

In the face of nature's ruthlessness, the weak tribe is completely desperate, and the food they have worked so hard to cultivate has long been submerged in the raging flood, and how can they survive after eating the only remaining food and livestock.

Yang Hao looked at the pouring rain and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Alas, how small human beings are in the face of nature, and how have people living in the future world ever seen the coming hell on earth."

"Master, the weather is cold, let's roast the fire!"

The woman's voice came.

Yang Hao nodded, walked to the fire and sat down.

The firelight turned their faces red.

Listening to the crackling sound of wood in the fire, Yang Hao said in a deep voice, "You have seen your father and brother recently. ”

Nujiao hummed softly and bowed: "Back to the master, Nujiao has seen her father and brother, thank you master for letting her father and brother regain their freedom." ”

Yang Hao nodded and said: "Your father's freedom was won by himself, you are now my woman, naturally you have some special status, but you have to remember that women just do their part, and it is better not to participate in other things, this is your way of self-preservation, understand?" ”