Today's weather is very good, the sun is shining, shining on my body, and the sun is warm.

I lay on a blade of grass next to the nest, tired and lazy and didn't want to move.

It's been a few days since the last duel for the territory. That day, after I won, I broke my leg and went back to the challenge, and I won against the other fighter.

Then, our tribe took full ownership of that pasture, and then we took it. Through a sacred duel, our two tribes formally demarcated the border and carved up the valley that originally belonged to the other tribe.

A large area of the valley's fertile territory had been assigned to the tribe, and the good news made the whole tribe extremely excited.

The next day, the tribe's young and old almost poured out of their nests, hunting in the valley and harvesting a great harvest.

That day, we hunted more than a dozen prey, the big ones were moths and crickets, and the small ones were inchworms and beetles. The people of the same clan, who had been hungry for a long time, let go and feasted.

In the following days, the harvest was also abundant, and the amount of prey in the valley was not comparable to that of the barren hills.

The tribesmen were finally able to feed their stomachs every day, and the granaries of the tribe's lair finally had a decent amount of food in stock.

We can divide the surplus prey, dry it, and store it for the winter.

In the past, in small tribes like ours, wintering often meant that the vast majority of their fellow tribes would die tragically from starvation and cold, and the corpses would be eaten by the same hungry people to keep the few survivors alive.

But now, with enough prey, we can survive the snowy winter.

Although our sun-dried grain does not taste very good, there is often mold. However, moldy food is also food, and in winter, when the food is thrown out of the nest, the mold will naturally die.

When I think of this, I am reminded of a delicious taste.

It was captured when our tribe joined a joint operation. At that time, our tribal coalition breached a small lair of the Fallen, a small camp set up by corrupted outsiders.

There was nothing particularly memorable about this battle, the Fallen resistance was weak, and it was quickly wiped out by us elite warriors.

But in this nest, we ate a delicious trophy.

This is also some jerky, but it is not sun-dried, but smeared with salt on the surface.

SaltWe know that occasionally these things will be precipitated on some rocks, and we will lick these smelly minerals when we have the opportunity.

Jerky is also common, which is our most common food.

But the combination of these two commonplace things is so delicious, which we didn't expect.

We were just starving, and a battle drained a lot of energy. So even if the food looked strange, we didn't hesitate to eat it.

But the deliciousness of the food immediately conquered us.

It is said that after returning home, some of the large tribes involved in the operation have begun to try to make this kind of salt jerky.

But our tribe can't do it, on the one hand, we can't find that kind of stone with salt on our tribe's territory. On the other hand, we didn't have the physical energy to find these resources that couldn't fill our stomachs when we couldn't even guarantee that we would be fed before.

But now it's different, we have a rich territory, and we don't lack food for the time being until the eggs of the well-fed queen grow up.

Why don't you go to the valley and find some salt? I thought so.

As the "chief warrior" of the tribe and a great contributor to the seizure of territory, even if I don't hunt every day, the tribe's granary can be open to supply me with food.

However, I will still go hunting often to ensure that my body is in good shape, after all, she always wants to defeat me when she has a broken leg. And Huang, although she is having a hard time now and is often ridiculed by the soldiers, she is also very ambitious.

My hunting skills kept me from starving, and even more so now when food was scarce.

When I have enough food, I have a lot of time to spare. Lazing in the sun is a way to pass the time, as is going to the salt mines.

Thinking of this, I was a little excited, and I was ready to sleep again and wait for the midday sun to dissipate before setting off.

- I'm the dividing line -

I slept for a while and was woken up. It was the annoying young queen ant who woke me up.

She's been plump lately, and after all, there's plenty of food for her to eat with her belly open.

Moreover, she is the queen ant, and when food is abundant, she is to lay eggs.

As the youngest queen of the tribe, she is the hope of the tribe's future. Every two years, the tribe will give birth to a new queen, and if the year is bad, this time will be extended, and they bear the heavy responsibility of the tribe's reproduction.

The young queen, like me, was born this year. When I was already a qualified warrior, the young queen also participated in the wedding flight.

In the wedding flight, the noblest queen ant must also mate with the weakest male ant that we despise the most, and then the young queen returns to the tribe.

The male ant who crossed with her actually followed, brazenly wanting to enter our tribe and live here.

It is true that each tribe will absorb a small number of male ants and keep them in captivity unconditionally, so that in special cases, when the queen ant cannot find a suitable partner for marriage, there is no tribe that can reproduce and continue.

However, our tribe already has an old male ant, and although he is very old, he can still mate his tail.

Naturally, we will not accept another person who eats white food. The male ant had a tragic end, his head was bitten off by a broken leg, and his body was eaten by everyone.

However, he also had no choice. After mating, if the male ants do not accept them in the tribe, they will not be able to return to the tribe when they were born.

They don't even know how to hunt, and instead of starving to death in the wild, they might as well venture to find a tribe and give it a try. For every male ant that is successfully taken in, there are ten dead male ants behind it. In this way, the old male ant was really a lucky one.

Perhaps, next year, our tribe will take in one more male ant, after all, there is enough food, and the old male ant is too old. Let's see who is so lucky next year.

The young queen saw me when she came out to bask in the sun, after all, I was lying near the entrance of the nest, and it was difficult not to see me.

She is now bloated, with a particularly large belly, and is in the middle of childbirth.

Because of her size, she couldn't hunt with me anymore like she used to. But staying quietly in the nest ** is not something she can bear, she always likes to climb on the ground to bask in the sun.

When she saw me, she was so happy to come and talk to me, and I told her about my plan to find salt!