Guo Weasel sent someone to monitor Lin Xi and them, and he led the hunting team into the hunting area.

The snow season is approaching, and even if they are about to join forces with the Yanhu Tribe, they must stock up on the meat and millet they need, as well as a large amount of animal skins to keep warm.

The wise man once told him that everything is variable, and only those who are prepared can survive better.

So the man went back to the wise man again and reported that the fools had cut the thistles and vines and were weaving a very strange basket, and they didn't know what they were going to do.

The wise man is also a little blindsided.

Is it because you want to go out and gather collectively and stop hunting?

Because only those who gathered would go out with woven baskets, hunting parties didn't need that kind of thing.

Fortunately, the snow season was coming soon, and he waited to see how stupid they looked at them shivering in the cold wind.

In fact, the people on Lin Xi's side are also a little blind, they don't go out to hunt, they even hide at home and rub the rope collectively, and they don't know what the patriarch is going to do.

The bast fibers of this thistle rattan are very strong and soft, and the thin three strands are braided into a rope, the long one is reserved for other purposes, and the short one is woven into a collecting basket.

At noon, Lin Xi went out by himself, and when he came back, he came back with a bighorn sheep of more than 100 catties on his shoulder.

The people on the side of the thunder department saw the familiar stone axe on the top of the bighorn sheep's head, and they didn't understand that the fire tapir had hunted a prey by himself.

And their hunting party has not yet returned.

Zuo Ting looked at Lin Xi from afar, his developing body was thin and thin, but he would definitely be a big man of more than one meter and ninety in the future.

Zuo Ting's eyes were full of jealousy.

The body structure of these primitive people is fascinating.

His leg was injured by him like that, and he was casually sprinkled with two handfuls of grass and wood ashes by the witch, and then wrapped it in bark, and it was even healed.

Lin Xi looked at him and smiled: Lao Tzu is just playing with a limp, but you are very serious.

A one-armed old man was assigned by Lin Xi to cook porridge with wild millet and drink, and a man with a crippled leg was responsible for distributing food.

A true leader does not necessarily have to be personally involved in everything, but he must have a pair of discerning eyes that make the best use of his talents and materials.

Did the wise man and Zuo Ting really think that what was given to her was all waste?

Laugh.

In this world, there is no real waste.

Sand is waste, cement is waste, but when they are mixed together, they become concrete, which is a fine product; Rice is a fine product, and gasoline is also a fine product, but when they are mixed together, they can only spoil each other, which is waste.

It doesn't matter if it's a boutique or a waste, it's who you mix it with!

Lin Xi, as the new patriarch of the tapir tribe, actually openly begged the members of the Ting tribe yesterday for quinoa to eat, which greatly satisfied Zuo Ting's vanity.

So that night, the people of the Thunder tribe on the other side of the stone low wall shouted and almost all shouted loudly how delicious the quinoa was, but the dwarf antlers that gave the quinoa to the fire tapir did not get a single bit of quinoa to eat.

Unlike the thunderbolt that is in full swing, the tapir is unusually quiet here.

The lifelessness made many people on the side of the Thunder Department sympathize with the people who were assigned here, and they were just beginning to live a hard life, pitiful!

The people on Lin Xi's side were silent.

Two slices of ham and two slices of bread for one person, the patriarch said that you must hide in the house and eat so as not to be found over there, otherwise you will not have your share tomorrow.

They had never eaten anything so delicious, and they were stupid when they spoke.

The next day, almost at dawn, the Thunder Men and Horsemen, who had begun a new day's work, found that all the tapirs had gone to the hunting area, except for the terminally ill Split Beast.

Wu looked at the team of more than thirty people slowly marching towards the hunting area, and muttered: "Crazy, this is crazy!" Vulcan bless, I hope a few more of them will come back alive. ”

But his dazzling old eyes betrayed his heart at the moment: all die outside, and don't come back.

Lin Xi led everyone out and went straight to the seaside more than 20 kilometers away.

Zuanshan was shocked when he saw that Lin Xi was actually heading to the place known as the "Death Beach Road" here.

He had never had any objections to the former prince and the current monarch, and he asked: "Lord, this place is very dangerous, there are sea snot, and demons, no matter how many people come to my tribe over the years, there are almost no survivors, I can't go!" ”

Lin Xi said with confidence: "I know, I just brought you to catch this sea snot, as for the demons, the basket on our body is their nemesis, as long as we bring the basket, those demons will not dare to approach." ”

A clansman didn't have much confidence in the fire tapir, the newly appointed hairy child patriarch, and asked hesitantly, "How come?" That demon is very vicious, will eat the whole body of flesh and blood in an instant, the old patriarch's generation has seen it with their own eyes, so vicious, how can they be afraid of this basket made of thistle vine? ”

It is said that the man died a very miserable death, with eleven people, none of them survived, although he picked up half of his life and returned, but he did not live for a few days, and also gave the invisible demon his life, when he died, there was not a trace of flesh and blood, only a white body, which made people shudder.

Only then did the people of the Fire Department understand why their clan's power was so weak, but there was still no one to seize this area.

One-third of the tribe's land is on the side of the Death Beach, and it is said that every certain year, the sea god will suddenly rage and engulf the entire tribe.

Therefore, their tribal station is about to be built to the very edge of their hunting area, fortunately, although the sea god has roared once over the years, but it has not impacted the tribal station, it is really blessed by the god of fire!

Lin Xi only smiled, turned around and said loudly to everyone: "The fire god told me in a dream the day before yesterday that if I used this method, the demon would escape far away and dare not approach, if everyone believes me, they will go with me, if they don't believe it, they can go back to the thunder department." I only dare to promise one thing, as the Lordship of the Clan, I will always stand in front of you, and if the demon really comes, he will be the first to eat me first. ”

Lin Xi's voice spread far away, drumming in everyone's ears.

Zuanshan was the first to raise objections, but at this moment he was also the first to stand up and make a statement: "Dajun, I am willing to go together, after cultivating the martial arts taught by Dajun, Zuanshan feels a lot stronger, I believe you!" ”

The objection was raised because Zuanshan thought that the fire tapir was young and did not know the sinister nature of this place, and since he knew everything, then Zuanshan had no opinion.

In Zuanshan's heart, although the fire tapir is young, he has inherited the calm and brave style of the old patriarch, and he feels that his own lord is much stronger than Zuo Ting's soft-footed shrimp that shrinks back when he encounters trouble.

Diamond Mountain and Fruit Weasel are the bravest warriors in the outer clan except for the deceased old patriarch, and they have always been very prestigious, and since he has stood up to support the Maharaja, the others will not say anything more.

At this time, people don't necessarily have the same confidence in Lin Xi as they do in the mountains, mainly because when the women come out to collect, they are only near the tribe, and they have never been far away.

And those people who have been eliminated by the hunting team can get out of the tribe again, they are already full of excitement, and they are all eager to prove that they are not wastes again, even if they know that there is danger, the patriarch is young and strong, and the prince of the clan is not afraid of death, why should they be afraid?

Death Beach Journey, here we come!

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