The weather of the snow storm is extremely terrifying, it is one of the worst weather in the natural climate, and the average person can only retreat when encountering a snow storm, and no one dares to venture out.

This kind of weather is not common and mostly occurs in the polar regions.

In this area where Wang Yang is located, it is rare to see one or two times due to the perennial growth of trees, and occasionally he only sees a small snowstorm, which is very different from what he encountered this time.

The weather is devastating, with white skies and poor visibility, causing many animals to panic and run around with no sense of direction, eventually falling off cliffs or stepping on sharp rocks.

In the above two cases, one of them died, and the survival rate was extremely low.

The destructive power on trees is also huge, many trees will freeze to death, and some of them are not firmly rooted and can be taken away.

So every time this happens, it will destroy the ecological balance of that area, and it will be a long-term damage.

Wang Yang is well aware of the horror of the snow storm, and at the same time, he also realizes that this area is not suitable for staying for a long time, and the survival state will definitely be greatly reduced, and it is never a wise choice to stay.

The climate here is already unsuitable for the development of everyone, and the appearance of snow storms at this time has undoubtedly exacerbated the harsh speed of the environment.

It seems that he is not exaggerating, in a few years, this place will really be desertified.

Wang Yang and the others cowered in the cave, unable to do anything, only waiting for the snowstorm to pass.

Outside, the wind was whistling with ice flowers, dancing between heaven and earth, and the location of the canyon was in the leeward harbor, and there was no frontal contact with the snowstorm, and it was thanks to the good life here, otherwise this snowstorm would have passed. I don't know how many people are cold.

But there are whirlpools in the wind, and every now and then a cold wind turns into the canyon. The canyon "whined" and echoed constantly. The animals cowered in fright, panicking.

A burst of snow often drifted into the mouth of the cave, hitting Wang Yang and turning him into a white-haired old man.

Wang Yang was not in a bad mood, so he shook his head and said a poem: "Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of paths and people disappear......"

This poem is so appropriate to describe it at this time, and Wang Yangzhen doubts that the ancients who wrote this poem also experienced snowstorms.

Ten days later, the snowstorm disappeared, but the light snow continued. Fortunately, the sky was much clearer, and I couldn't feel the wind when I went out.

When he walked out of the canyon, he was immediately dumbfounded, only to see that the trees in the orchard were staggered and uprooted, and some small trees were blown to other trees, and those who did not know thought that the tree had grown on the tree.

The funny description is just Wang Yang's "beautification" in his heart, but in fact, in these seemingly funny pictures. There is a hidden breath of annihilation.

The forest was a mess, the trees were blown down, one by one was dead, and they were kicked on the ground. Probably kicks out a frozen owl.

Not a single bird flew in the sky, and there were no animals on the ground, and many animals were lost in the wind and snow. All dead.

Wang Yang took a turn in the forest, unable to bear to look at it again. When I was about to go back, I met a cave bear unexpectedly.

The guy was apparently hibernating in a cave where the wolf used to live. The people there hadn't looked at it for a long time, so they didn't catch it.

It had slept soundly, but was awakened by a snowstorm, and could not sleep again, because it knew that if it went out in a few days, it would have a good chance of having a full meal.

No, as soon as the snow stopped, it ran out to forage for food, and with its keen sense of smell and a lot of experience, it did find a lot of food.

When he saw Wang Yang at this time, he seemed very cautious, and he didn't roar or move, but just watched vigilantly.

It's winter, and it should have been hibernating when it woke up, weak, and didn't want to fight other creatures, just wanted to have a good meal and go back to hibernate again.

Wang Yang didn't pay attention to it, let alone its food, the small animals in the tribe couldn't eat it, so he looked at the cave bear and left slowly.

Back in the cave, Wang Yang counted the remaining animals, during this time they did not hunt, they ate all the old books, and they did not consume much, and the crazy production of jerky in those days also made a lot less small animals in the canyon.

The original number may have reached two or three thousand, of which the vast majority of the small animals with the size of a palm were newborn, and almost all of them were made into jerky.

So a small animal has no meat, and a bag made of the fur of a large mouse can hold dozens of them.

The crowd can eat more than 100 in a day.

Now the rest of the tribe are large rats, which can weigh several pounds after drying.

Wang Yang touched the little guy's head, which was still gnawing on sawdust for thousands of years, living on his shoulder, and didn't care about anything.

It became very large, more than ten or twenty pounds, standing on the shoulder and feeling the pressure of a boulder, Wang Yang was standing by it every day, and he was used to it, and he didn't feel particularly heavy.

The tribe was about to migrate, and it was the only mouse that had witnessed the killing of its own kind, but it did not say anything, only to see if it had wood to grind its teeth.

Wang Yang didn't want it to be lonely for the rest of his life, the last time he failed to find a "wife" failed to make him die, now many male mice have been killed, and there is a surplus of female mice, so he is thinking about leaving a few companions for the little guy.

So he put the little one in the mouse, closed the door himself, and looked through the gap.

The little one in the moat looked uncomfortable, squeezed out a few female mice in heat and occupied a higher rock.

The other female mice did not give up, and crowded on the big rock again and again.

It's a pity that no matter how many come up, it will kick a few down, but the "husband search team" is too rampant, and the female rats have no concept of rejection at all, and they rush forward one after another.

Finally in a few circles, many of the female mice stepped on their companions below, climbed the big rocks, and put their mouths together.

Wang Yang looked at it and smiled, thinking that you are not spring this time.

The little guy was very innocently sniffed by the female mice, and then touched again, and finally he was really irritable and angry, grabbing the wooden block and shooting it randomly, really like a human.

Wang Yang was dumbfounded, what does this mean? The first rat in history?

Time flew by again, another month passed, and this time, it was really time to leave.

In the space of a month, the rest of the animals were almost cleared, and the cave was full of food bags, all of which were dried meat, wrapped around their bodies, and could wrap them all to the brim.

The average weight of each person on their backs is more than 100 catties, which is very terrifying and discordant, and can no longer be carried.

Even so, there were two or three hundred small animals that were not killed.

This month, there was another snowstorm, but it lasted only one day before disappearing, and it didn't affect everyone.

But it has caused great harm to the surrounding environment.

During this period of preparation, the migration was at an end, and even the mammoths continued to move south, because they ate a lot of food and had to consume a lot of food every day.

When a snowstorm hits and wreaks havoc, they have to choose to keep going.

Countless birds, including one of the owls, the snowy owl, had also presciently left, and now if he tried to dig out the eggs, it could be said that the man was crazy.

Nearby trees are losing their vitality as snowstorms fall more and more, and the forest is showing more and more blanks, but the sunlight can't penetrate the thick snow layer to bring the warmth that the young saplings need.

The speed of snow transformation here is much faster than Wang Yang expected, mainly because he didn't know that there would be a snow storm, and he didn't know about it.

Luckily, he had made a plan to migrate early in advance to prevent the rest of the people from struggling here.

Of course, Wang Yang didn't want to leave in a hurry at all, he used the time of the month to find a smooth place on the rock wall and carved many, many words.

"Hello, my name is Wang Yang, I am one of the top ten young people in the country who has crossed over from modern times, has made great contributions in various disciplines and education and medicine, and has won all the Nobel Prizes, except for damn mathematics, of course."

He carved for a while, and felt that the cowhide was too big and too improper, so he carved the following sentences seriously.

"I know my brief introduction has scared you to pee, but you don't have to feel inferior, I'm migrating south, if you're also a traverser, please come to me, hehe, I haven't talked to anyone for a long time, if there is an offense between the lines, you will bite me!"

He carved it and thought it was very good, if there was really a traverser, maybe he could meet himself, and then he would really not be lonely.

So he engraved this humble "introduction and guidance" into an English version.

Everyone watched him carve it day by day, and it was obvious that everyone didn't understand it, and when they asked him what he was drawing, he shook his head and laughed, indicating that it was nothing.

The little guy still didn't find a wife, no matter how Wang Yang helped it, it was useless, it firmly and mechanically stunned the female mice with wooden blocks.

Now Wang Yang put it into the rat house again, and no female mouse dared to approach it within a radius of three feet.

When he was ready, he was naturally leaving, Wang Yang specially chose a sunny and good weather, wrapped himself in a large bag full of dried meat with everyone, and walked out of the canyon.

The barrel was basically abandoned by them, because it was too heavy and not suitable for long-distance migration, and as a long-term maker of the barrel, Zhang San really couldn't bear to throw it away, so he carried one away.

In the canyon, a group of small animals ran happily, they had no houses, and all the houses were demolished by Wang Yang and others, because they wanted to take back the rope.

At the moment, rope is very important for them and cannot be wasted.

Without a house, the animals are not depressed, on the contrary, they are happy and have a lot of freedom to play wherever they want.

Wang Yang smiled at them and spilled the last food.

They were leaving, it was impossible to raise them anymore, and they couldn't take them with them, and there was still some uneaten food in the cave, which was left for them.

The wooden gate outside the canyon was opened, and the crowd slowly left.

The chicken boss looked at the figures of everyone leaving, looked at the mouth of the canyon again, and thought for a while before rushing out suspiciously.

As soon as it took the lead, the animals rushed out and scattered.

It didn't take long for the canyon to empty.

The little chicken brother ran to the mouth of the cave, "clucked" twice, squatted down, and in the canyon, it was the only one left. (To be continued......)

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