The next morning, early in the morning, Red went out to pick a lot of colorful wildflowers, and Mary made a wreath.

The family of three came to his mother's grave, and Red solemnly put the wreath on the tombstone.

"Mother, we have brought Blue to see you, Mary mother and son are safe, you can rest assured!"

"Blue, is the name I gave to our son, your grandson, very characteristic of our family? ”

Since then, life has returned to its normal trajectory, with the men going out hunting, the women at home tending to the children, preparing dinner, tanning animal skins, and drying dried meat.

The bright half of the year is the most suitable for hunting, and the men should catch more prey and prepare food for the dark half of the year.

When the night comes, the men no longer go out hunting, and their first job every day is to reproduce the next generation.

Buzz gradually regained his health, and although he only had one eye left, he was still a good helper for Red, and Red was still the most fruitful person in the whole tribe when hunting.

According to the rules of the Wolf tribe, the vast majority of the prey caught by each hunter belongs to him, but a small part, about a quarter of the proportion, must be given to the elders.

The elders and witch doctors did not go out to hunt, they were naturally supported by the warriors of the tribe, and a portion of the food was distributed to the women who had lost their men.

The Wolf tribe is very united, and although men and women are not equal, they still provide for the elderly when it comes to basic food issues, and no one will starve to death.

Mary, like all the women of the tribe, took care of little Blue, drying the game that Red had brought back, tanning the skins, and cleaning the bones of the beasts, especially the skulls and teeth of all kinds of beasts.

Some beasts have thigh bones and teeth that can be sharpened into weapons that are much stronger and more durable than those made of stone.

And these surplus skins and bones can be accumulated, and there will be special trading caravans to trade, they will value these things, and then exchange them for equivalent items.

Maybe it's a clay pot, maybe it's some delicious fruit, maybe it's a weapon polished from animal bones, and who knows, those caravans' ox carts contain a lot of treasures you can't imagine.

If anyone has any bad thoughts about these rich caravans, it is better to save it, each caravan has a strong escort force, and many times it has a force that is not weaker than that of a tribe.

Otherwise, how dare they wander the continent in this barbaric age?

Yes, only the caravanserais, a special profession, has the potential to travel a fraction of the continent in a lifetime!

No one knows how big the whole continent is, some elderly merchants claim to have walked through hundreds of tribes, but he has never reached the end of the continent, and the map in his hand still has many places marked with unknown!

All Red knew was that after his tribe had gone west for two years of alternating light and darkness, he could see a vast ocean, yes, a sea with a salty smell in the air, not a freshwater lake.

To the east, too, there are two epochs of alternating light and darkness, where there are boundless mountains, towering peaks, and uninhabited primeval forests.

As for the far north, even the caravans that traveled all over the continent have never arrived, only that it is a land of ice and snow, and endless blizzards stop the footsteps of mankind.

By the way, there is also the south, which is said to be the origin of mankind, and the tribes of the steppes like the Wolf tribe, which are said to have migrated from the south, and it is said that there are many more densely populated tribes and more advanced civilizations than here.

It is said that these caravans roaming the continent are from the south, from the more advanced and populous tribes, but it seems to be a taboo subject, and the caravanserans never say anything about the south.

You can talk about anything, but you can't talk about anything about the South, and no matter what kind of benefits you give him, don't want to hear anything about the South.

Every time the New Year comes, a caravan comes to the Wolf tribe, but each time the merchants of the caravan are different, and they don't seem to follow the same route.

Time flies, little Blue is already four months old, and the first New Year in his life has finally arrived.

All the hunting teams in the tribe returned to the camp safely, and this bright half year was not bad for the Wolf tribe, and less than ten men in the entire tribe died in the hunt.

This is a good sign, and all the families of the tribe have basically stocked up on enough food to last half the year of darkness.

With the New Year just a few days away, Red is even busier, and he has to arrange with the elders to arrange the duty of the tribe's defense during the dark half of the year, and every warrior is obliged to participate in the rotation.

Although the various tribes on the grassland rarely come out to operate in the dark half year, all the premeditated sneak attacks in history occurred in the dark half year.

So even if you don't have the idea of sneaking up on others, be careful to beware of other people's sneak attacks.

Enough torches, enough arrows, this must be prepared in advance, of course, the most important thing is the arrangement of the personnel on duty, there must be at least twenty soldiers on duty on the arrow tower every day.

This year, there are more warriors on duty every day than in previous years, because this year two new arrow towers have been built, and the number of people needed has increased accordingly, which also means that the strength of the tribe is stronger.

The caravan had arrived at the Wolf tribe two days earlier, and they had set up their camp outside the camp in a large circle with their ox carts, which were no less sturdy than the tribe's walls.

The caravan that arrived this time was called the Lancer Caravan, and their leader was called Lancer, a shrewd middle-aged man.

Red and the elders had already made a deal with them, exchanging dozens of hides and bones for ten wooden bows.

These wooden bows are made of unknown animal tendons as bowstrings, and they are so powerful that ordinary warriors must use all their strength to fully draw their bows and shoot wooden arrows twenty feet away.

The workmanship is more refined than the wooden bows that have been traded before, and the pull required is also the greatest, and this time it can be exchanged for a good guy like Grimm in the tribe.

In this barbaric era, the archers of each tribe are the most valuable treasure, ordinary warriors are easy to cultivate, and excellent archers are much more difficult to give birth, and they need talent more.

With a good start, the Lancer caravan was naturally warmly welcomed by the Wolf tribe, and every family of the tribe took out the good things they had accumulated for a year, hoping to exchange some good goods from the merchants for their own use.