The little guy has always been quiet, and he always stands silently on Wang Yang's shoulder, looking down at everything below.

It has grown very big, and it is fully mature, like a kitten, it is very heavy to stand on the shoulders, and Wang Yang will be tired after standing for a long time, and when he looks at it from a distance, he thinks that it has grown two heads, which is quite scary.

Wang Yang doesn't rush it down on weekdays, he likes this little guy very much, because it is very quiet, so quiet that it does not look like a mouse.

Even if he is sexually mature, he doesn't go to find a female mouse, and he looks like a fairy who doesn't eat fireworks in the world, to be honest, if he doesn't spend time with it every day, I'm afraid he will think it's a rat fairy.

Maybe it's too unsociable, maybe it thinks it's not a mouse, it's a rabbit, or a human.

Good thing it needs to eat, gnaw wood.

Time waits for no one, and in the blink of an eye, five months have passed.

The end of winter should end at this time, and spring should come.

When Wang Yang walked out of the cave, what he saw was not the melting of ice and snow, but the rise in temperature.

The weather is still cold, the ice and snow are still filling the sky, and there was a snowstorm last night, so Wang Yang was so anxious that Wang Yang lit a fire in the house of several small animals to help them keep warm.

The air was very dry, and the skin was a little dry, Wang Yang exhaled a white breath, rubbed his hands, and took a small piece of wood to the little guy, and the little guy took it over with a chatter.

"Little one, what do you think of the weather? Why did the cold air go south last year and go south again this year? ”

He muttered to himself, saying a pronunciation that he couldn't even understand.

The weather is very bad, and there is no temperature for many days, which will inevitably affect the harvest of the next year, he is very helpless, but there is no way, he cannot control the direction of the weather.

It is difficult to see starlight in the middle of the night, which is very different from the scene in the movie where the sky is full of stars and the moon is sprinkled in the winter snow, and the night sky is covered by thick clouds, which heavily oppresses the earth.

Wang Yang waited quietly, waiting for the arrival of spring.

He waited for a day, two days, three days, and fifteen days, and the weather did not improve.

And he waited, sixteen, seventeen, and eighteen, until the sixth month of winter.

His face slowly became solemn and solemn, and he walked to the cave to count the stored food.

More food was stored than in previous years, the most in a year, and he calculated that getting rid of those that might inadvertently rot would have the luxury of sustaining the whole winter.

That is, it lasts for about five months, and even if you encounter cold air moving south and the winter snow is permeating for a month, you can just finish eating.

But now, it's the sixth month, what is this concept? There are twelve months of the year, and six of them are winter.

And depending on the situation, it will be more than six months.

Wang Yang was quite cautious, he had controlled everyone's uncontrolled diet as early as a month ago.

Today's food can last for a month if you eat two meals a day.

He was thinking about whether to do this, not afraid of ten thousand, just in case.

Turning his head, he smiled at the little guy and said, "Would you mind eating less?" ”

The little guy "chirped" twice.

"I'll just take your consent."

Wang Yang privately set the amount of food for the little guy, and similarly, he also helped everyone set the amount of food.

In fact, if you don't go on a diet, there is another way, which is to eat and drink as usual, if spring just comes.

If you can't survive and can't find food, you will eat the small animals you raise, what is it for? Even if you keep it for food, it can be regarded as giving full play to the benefits of raising.

But Wang Yang didn't want to start consuming it yet, he didn't want to start catching and raising again after the second year.

When he got up that day, he went outside to build a snowman, and the adults were getting rusty from rest, and wanted to go out to find food.

However, it is relatively cold when you first get up, and it will take a few hours for the sun to raise the temperature, which is the most suitable time.

They nested in the cave, raising a fire to keep warm, while Wang Yang stood in the cold wind outside, absentmindedly doing meaningless things.

The weather showed no signs of warming, the temperature outside was very low, and the wind carried snow dust, blowing on the face as if it had been pricked by a silver needle.

He wiped his face and watched as the snow melted on his red hands, turning into transparent ice, turning into biting water, and before it could fall, it formed ice again, sticking to his skin.

He clenched his fists, covered his face, withdrew his hand into his bosom, and came to the orchard, where the situation was superficially invisible.

The trees were bare, and the branches had already been coated with a thick layer of white cream by the snow, and it looked very good, nothing had happened, but in fact, it had already fallen into it, and some trees must have frozen to death.

Wang Yang cares very much, quite concerned, but there is no way, and he has no power to return to the sky.

Back in the cave, the adults had already lit a fire to roast fruit or something, and melt the frozen food.

Wang Yangsheng made a move, leaned into the fire, and slapped the snow off the little guy's back by the way.

Not long after, the food was baked, Wang Yingying took some food to Wang Yang, and everyone also divided the food and looked at him.

Wang Yang didn't eat it, he couldn't eat it so early, he would be hungry if he ate it early, and he was silent holding the fruit.

When everyone saw that he didn't eat, they hesitated there, thinking about whether to eat or not, but for a while the cave was quiet, and all eyes were staring at him.

He looked around with the crowd, and some of the little ones stared at him and swallowed as they stared at him.

He knew that everyone was hungry, and he couldn't bear to let them eat.

So he picked up the branches and drew a few paintings, and he painted them from the perspective of God, like a bystander watching.

He drew a cave with snow flying outside the cave, and inside the cave there was food and people eating.

The second one still snows and there is no food in the cave.

In the third, people walk on a barren snow with their equipment.

In the fourth, the crowd was still in the snow, but some people fell to the ground.

He wanted to show the crowd that there might be a lack of food savings, exaggerating the difficulties.

Everyone looked at it, maybe they understood, maybe they didn't understand, but they still didn't eat.

Wang Yang felt that they should understand that with such a long accumulation of images, their understanding of painting should be improved to a higher level.

And they've also experienced food shortages, so it's not hard to tell.

Time was wasted, Wang Yang waited for a long, long time, he was also very hungry, every minute and second felt long, until the sun rose a little more, he took the first bite of the fruit, the taste was not very good, and the flesh was frozen sand.

Everyone was hungry for so long, and they immediately devoured it.

After eating, the adults began to pack their equipment, and there was no joy or sorrow on their faces, and they went into the silent snow to try hunting.

Wang Yang silently watched them leave, sighed, and began to clean up the sanitary environment of the small animals.