Winter is difficult, for primitive people, and even more so for this fire tribe that has just become a tribe of only twenty primitives.

When the first tender grass broke through the soil, the people of the Fire Tribe did not hesitate to dig it up by the roots and contribute it to their weak second generation of witches to chew.

The second generation of witches received the best care this winter, but he was still weak, and the Fire Tribe, which originally had more than 20 people, was also reduced to 15 people because of this winter.

The big leader was still tall, but his strong muscles were gone, and he was still the most powerful presence in the tribe, but it was nowhere near as strong as it was before the winter.

The Fifth Xuan looked at his people with pity, yes, he already regarded these fifteen primitives as his people, he was their faith, and he was their protector.

At this time, the power in his body was empty, and the scorching red power that all the souls of the dead turned into, and all the scorching red power from the sacrifice, let him use it in the totem fire to expel the cold for the tribesmen.

If there is no tribal fire, these people will not survive the cold winter, and he will completely become a stone that no one cares about.

Fifth Xuan once wondered if it was when these people died, when the totem fire was extinguished, it would be the time of his own death.

He had looked forward to death, so much.

But looking at these primitive people struggling to survive, he couldn't do it.

Thinking about the last sacrifice of the little witch for the tribe, and thinking about the big leader dragging his tired body to hunt for the second generation of witches, he couldn't do such a selfish act.

Maybe the Fire Tribe will eventually disappear, and maybe everyone's efforts will eventually draw water, but that must be the final result of everyone's hard work.

Before the last person falls, there must be a successor, and the fifth Xuan will not be a drag.

This is the transformation that a whole cold winter has brought to the fifth mystery.

The days are still boring, and the loneliness is still like snow, but he can bear it.

He was cured of mobile phone cancer, and he buried his longing for his hometown deep in his heart.

Now, he just wants to live, with these primitive people who are struggling to survive, and live as a person.

It's not easy, but what's easy in the world?

How easy was the eight-year War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression? How easy was the founding of New China? How easy was the flood of '98? How easy was the Wenchuan earthquake? How easy was the economic sanctions? How easy was it to leave one's hometown?

There is no easy word in life, never.

Sometimes, or in his previous life, he blamed everything on himself, feeling that he was too incompetent, that he did not see the world correctly, and that his mistakes came from the greed in his heart.

However, what he saw and felt in this life made him understand that life is not easy and has nothing to do with individuals.

Before the cold winter last year, he was still lamenting how comfortable the primitive life was, but in a cold winter, all the original envy was gone.

"Woooo ”

The big man squatted beside the second generation of witches and comforted him with words.

Fifth Xuan had generally understood their language, and this sentence was expressed in a way that he could understand, and it was roughly as follows: Wu, the hard days have passed.

Yes, the cold winter has passed, everything has sprouted, and nature has become generous again and has begun to bless in all directions.

The second generation of witches smiled with difficulty, he was too small and too fragile, so the cold winter hurt him the most, even if he was best protected, it was still the same.

Fifth Xuan looked at the communication between the two, and actually missed the little witch a little in his heart.

He is so stubborn and full of ideals, often working against the big bosses, and even making some decisions that make the Fifth Xuan seem stupid, such as erecting an altar on the top of a mountain.

However, it turned out that the little witch was right, and if they had not set up an altar on the top of the mountain early, they would not have been able to escape the bitter cold.

If you set up an altar in a good place and encounter a powerful tribe, you can only die and the tribe will be destroyed.

Visionaries always seem more stubborn and unreasonable, and luckily the Fire Tribe accepts such stubbornness and unreasonableness.

In the spring, everything flourished, and the tribe began to flourish, and with the resolution of hunger, the women of the tribe began to spring.

Yes, it was not the men who were the first to spring, but the only three women among the fifteen primitive people.

Naturally, they were the first to compete for the big boss, and after squeezing out the big boss, they set their burning eyes on the young second generation of witches.

Fifth Xuan was sure that he saw the faint tremor when he saw the second generation of witches being stared at, but fortunately the big boss saved the second generation of witches in time.

So, the women of the spring began to look for their own goals, and attacked the tribesmen who had become stronger one by one.

The Fifth Xuan could observe everything in the tribe, whether they were behind a tree or in a man-tall weed, and could not escape his gaze.

At first, he watched with interest, but slowly, only resentment remained.

A stone, it is difficult to be called a eunuch, but this grandmother is a heavenly eunuch.

Even if the primitive man is not good-looking, and his hair is surprisingly vigorous, but it is also a woman.

God is pitiful, what makes Fifth Xuan feel sad is not that he can't see and touch, but that he has no desire.

As a man, no, as a former man, it made him very discouraged, very deflated, very deflated.

"Zhao Zhongxiang, can you use your words to give birth to my infinite desires?"

In his previous life, whenever he heard the sentence "Spring is coming, everything is recovering, and it is the season of animal mating/mating", he couldn't help but look at each other and smile.

However, at this time, he felt that all he could get from these mutual smiles was ridicule.

"Luckily, there is a second generation of witches with me. ”

On the night the idea was born, the last companionship was gone.

The second generation of witches, either driven by curiosity or tempted by female primitives, shamelessly betrayed the fifth mystery and embarked on the road of no return to fertility worship.

"God is merciful, I am a stone, but I am not a stone heart. ”

In the endless cry of the fifth Xuan's heart, the first spring rain of the year was invited.

"Spring rain is as precious as oil, and it rains all over the mountains. Suffocate the fifth mystery and laugh to death a herd of cows. ”

The helpless fifth mystery can only adapt a limerick poem to make comfort.