Wang Yang took out the stone axe, dug the snow aside, then put the wooden barrel in, stuck the branches, put the bait, got up and patted the thick snow behind him.

He also patted the snow off the little one, who was not very afraid of the cold, and looked around while gnawing on the wood.

"Hey~ Did you say they're going to haunt the neighborhood?"

Wang Yang was asking the little guy, but his eyes were looking ahead.

He wasn't sure if the civets would appear, and in such a freezing situation, the dozen or so fruitless fruit trees were not attractive to them, and he didn't know where they would go.

"Don't look at it, let's go back."

Wang Yang muttered to himself a few times and walked back.

The road under my feet became much more difficult, and the snow was falling too much, too fast, and after a lot of work, the snow reached half of the calf, and it seemed that it was about to reach the knee, and if I didn't go back, it would be troublesome.

Wang Yang's legs were slightly numb at this time, and he was choking enough, and the cold wind always drilled into the cracks of the leather clothes, and the disobedient drilled everywhere, even if there was a body of hair to resist again, it couldn't resist the chill.

He walked back quickly, coming to the junction of the Bladetooth Tiger's territory.

Little Red set the trap before him and stood there waiting for him, covered with a layer of snow.

The moment Wang Yang saw her, he was both moved and annoyed, and he was moved that she would wait for herself in the wind and snow.

Annoyed that if she had gone back before her, and the wind and snow had covered her footprints, would she have stood here and waited for half an hour? That doesn't have to freeze into Snow White.

Wang Yang didn't say anything about her, and walked back with her.

They walked very fast, their heads bowed. Just look at the feet, not for a while. Finally back.

Wang Yingying hurriedly ran forward and patted the snow on Wang Yang's body. Then grab a small lump and put it in your mouth and eat.

The others gave them a place around the campfire so they could keep warm.

Wang Yang didn't shirk either, rubbing his hands and roasting the fire there.

He silently counted the time in his mind, and after almost an hour, he got up to see if the trap had any catches.

The wind and snow outside showed no signs of stopping, and it was still falling.

Wang Yang took the previous group of people to the first ambush location.

This is the underside of the large tree, an open area on the outskirts of the forest, and above it is a gap between several trees. If you have a small animal that likes to move in the trees, you can quickly find this place.

However, because there was no cover, the snow easily covered the place, and a thick layer of snow accumulated on top of the barrel.

Half of the branch holding the barrel was submerged, leaving a pitifully small entrance.

When Wang Yang saw that the barrel was still in its original state, he knew that there was nothing to be gained.

But he was still reluctant to step forward and walked to the barrel.

Just then, a small bird suddenly flew out of the barrel. Frightened, he flew into the air.

Wang Yang was stunned for a moment and felt regretful.

He didn't expect that the trap he had set would be a bird to get into. It is estimated that after they came back from the south, they suddenly faced this situation and did not leave.

Wang Yang lifted the barrel. Looking at the fruit and meat crumbs inside, the fruit was gnawed several times. One small hole after another, the meat crumbs did not move. The bird is probably a vegetarian.

He cleared the snow that had accumulated around the branches, set the trap again, and walked to the second trap point.

There was no movement at the second trap point, and the snow was piled up thickly.

He walked to the third trap point, which was also an open field, except that the barrels were covered with snow and slightly obscured by snow.

Wang Yang and the others were in good spirits, and without saying a word, they immediately surrounded them.

Xiaohong and the others were very vigilant, took out weapons such as slings and slings, and watched around to prevent the beasts that smelled the breath and came to invade.

Wang Yang took out the wooden spear and bone spurs, and came to the barrel with ease.

There was no blood on the sides of the barrel, and no other animals took the lead.

He stepped forward gently, trying not to make a sound, and with each stroke, he pulled out of the knee-thick snow and stepped on it again.

The sound of the wind and snow whirring muffled his approach, and suddenly, he lunged forward, crushing the barrel at once, and at the same time plunging the wooden spear into a hole in the middle, and then mixing it with bone spurs.

Wang Yang couldn't feel the movement in the barrel, his hearing was severely affected, his hands were numb from the cold, and he didn't know if there were any small animals struggling inside.

After a few stabs, he stopped, and looked through the last hole, which was pitch black, and he lifted the barrel up a small slit to let the light in.

I saw that most of the fruit inside had been eaten, the meat crumbs had been eaten clean, and there was nothing left, and there was nothing else in the space except for the little broken fruit left.

Wang Yang was slightly stunned, and checked it carefully, and found that there were indeed no small animals inside.

He lifted the barrel in frustration and looked at the black ground, where there was a thin layer of snow, and there was a trace of excavation in the snow.

"What the hell!"

He scolded depressedly, it was true that a small animal had fallen into a trap before, but the barrel was opened diagonally, and the snow could cover a small part of it, and it was just a small gap, and this animal escaped.

Others also discovered this, and they couldn't help but feel a little lost when they could imagine the scene at that time.

Wang Yang's face was embarrassed, for others, this was just a failure, but for him, it meant more.

Traps are one of the more efficient ways to hunt at the moment, because it's not just yourself who is short of food, but also animals that have just recovered from a long winter.

Make your own bait, and they'll be desperate to get in.

When there was a food savings crisis a few years ago, Wang Yang took advantage of this trap to get a lot of food.

But this is different from the past, as long as the snow does not stop all day, it is difficult to have a good environment for setting traps.

If the snow stops, there is no need for low-level traps such as barrels, and nets can be used to catch larger animals.

He was helpless, if the barrels were all failing, then what was the feasible way to face such bad weather?

In his sorrow, he went to the next few locations.

Without exception, almost every trap has been visited by animals, the bait is eaten, and the barrels are either covered on the ground or completely lifted, without giving half a penny.

Only one spot caught a pheasant, and that pheasant was really unlucky, it went in early, the snow was very thin, and it didn't panic when it touched the branches, but it became a safe haven, and happily ate the bait.

When it felt that it wanted to go out, it dug a small hole, but the snow was too thin, the hole was pitifully small, and its head was stuck when it got out, and it stretched its neck and watched Wang Yang and the others approach in horror. (To be continued......)