Chen Mo, who was in a coma, felt very cold and comfortable on his forehead, as if he had put an ice pack on his forehead. No, it's the river that puts a snowball on my forehead, and I can feel the snow melt and flow down my neck.

Do you take care of the sick like this? When you see the snow melting, don't you quickly wipe it for me? Chen Mo was speechless for a while.

I'm your chief, alas! You actually treat me like this, believe it or not, I treat you as a rebel, and let the tiger master discuss life for you?

Alas, I'm so tired, I want to sleep! Chen Mo hadn't woken up yet, and fell into a coma again after thinking wildly.

The people of the tribe saw Chen Mo in a coma, helpless, now it was snowing outside, and they had no way to go out hunting and gathering, so they could only gather around the fire in a group of people, eating cured meat, roasting the fire, looking at Chen Mo, and not speaking.

Chirp flew to the river's shoulder: "Mo, Mo, river, river." "Now Chirp can say individual bytes very clearly, even though the vocabulary is very small.

Xiao really wanted to grab Jiu Jiu into his hand and see how Jiu Jiu spoke, so he roasted and ate it by the way, roast bird meat is his favorite food, but he knew that this bird was the chief's baby, so he didn't dare to eat it.

If the chieftain eats the chief's bird while he is unconscious, if the chief gets up and sees that his bird is gone, he will definitely kill himself and stew meat.

Now that he is no longer the second generation of chiefs, he is just an ordinary subordinate, he does not feel any unhappiness about the decline of his status, but is very grateful to Chen Mo for taking them in when they are most depressed and giving them a comfortable living environment.

After waiting for a long time, the river was the first to break the silence, and he said to the people: "Chief, I don't know how many days I can live, and we have to pass on the divine words left by the chief." ”

"Yes, we must also distribute the food left by the chief, don't waste it, there is still a long way to go before the winter passes. Da continued.

"Yes, the chief has brought us a new life, taught us a lot of skills, the chief is dead, we can't leave the chief in the wild to be eaten by animals, especially now that it's winter, leaving the chief outside is easy to attract the attention of other carnivores, they can find our place of residence and attack us. After thinking about it for a long time, he said resolutely.

"The chief is dead, let's roast him and eat him!" Black suggested.

The suggestion was quickly accepted.

"Good!", "Here's it!", "Hmm", "Good!" Eat, eat!"

Chirp also shouted, "Eat, eat, eat!"

Chen Mo finally came to his senses, and when he heard that everyone had already arranged his funeral, he was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

"Ahem, river, water. Chen Mo said weakly.

"Huh?" He heard someone calling him, he turned his head to look, and found that Chen Mo was lying on the bed and had woken up, stretching out his hand to call him, he hurriedly ran over: "Mo, you are awake." ”

"River, ahem, water!" Chen Mo said again.

He hurriedly ran to the edge of the water tank, filled a whole bowl of water with a pottery bowl, came to Chen Mo's side, and gently fed Chen Mo.

Chen Mo drank some water, felt better, and then lay on the bed and looked at the top of the cave and sighed: "Why don't I have some fever medicine on me?

The phenomenon of cannibalism in primitive societies is very common, just like people eating pigs in later centuries, hunting in primitive societies is not easy, especially in winter, hunting is even more difficult.

In the cold winter, many tribes will have people who freeze to death or die of disease, and his people will not waste food, yes, the dead are food.

They usually process the dead tribesmen and make them into food to replenish the tribe's food reserves.

In primitive societies, there was no burial, and there was no cremation, and it was not until the period of the slave society that there was burial, and burial was only the enjoyment of the ruling class of the upper class, in order not to be eaten by others.

Cremation is in the later period of the slave society, when there is a war between ethnic groups, due to the long distance, the dead tribesmen often can't bring back to the tribe, and they will stink on the way, so they can only be simply cremated, and return to the tribe with the remaining bones as a memorial.

Chen Mo never thought that one day he would be eaten as food by his own people, but he didn't hate them at all, and he felt that this was a bit of a matter of course.

"He, don't worry about me, ahem, I'll be fine, you go and teach them to speak, the people of the Big Bear tribe can't speak fluently yet, ahem, take advantage of the heavy snow to close the mountain, let them learn quickly." Chen Mo said weakly.

"Okay, Mo. He nodded and replied.

"Tender, ahem, strong, don't go to the bed behind the fire these days, I need to be quiet now! Chen Mo added.

Zhuang knew what Chen Mo meant, "But, Mo, there are very few people in our tribe! we need to replenish the clansmen!" Zhuang said with a little dissatisfaction.

"Replenish your sister, how many clansmen can you replenish in a day or two?Ahem, be careful I let the river cut off the bottom of you and feed it to the tiger master. Chen Mo said angrily.

"Okay, Mo, when don't you need to be quiet?" Zhuang saw that Chen Mo was unhappy, and asked cautiously.

"Ahem, guess! Chen Mo stared at Zhuang and said with a smile.

Zhuang hurriedly dragged his little daughter-in-law to the fire to roast the fire, and he was still dissatisfied with the order Chen Mo had just given.

What he wants to do most now is to quickly add new members to the tribe, which is also the common idea in the hearts of Hei, Coarse, and Da, and there is too much snow to go out, so there is nothing to do!

By the fire, he continued to teach Pi Xiao's father and son and two children to learn Chinese, and the four women didn't care whether they learned it or not, they just needed to be able to communicate simply. And the warriors of the tribe must learn Chinese.

He doesn't understand why Chen Mo called the language of God Chinese, could it be that Han is the kingdom of God?

The snow is very heavy, it has been raining for three days, and the tiger master has been lying beside Chen Mo now, often licking Chen Mo's face with a barbed tongue, Chen Mo sighed in his heart: "This is true love!"

On the fourth day, the snow stopped, and Chen Mo also felt that his fever was much better. But it's still a little hot.

The snow outside is very thick, laughing out and coming back, the waist is covered with snow, the snow is more than a meter deep, such a deep snow, there are no animal footprints outside at all, if it weren't for the food stored in the cave, I really don't know how the tribe would survive.

Taking advantage of the three days of crazy tutoring, Pi Xiao's father and son and the two little boys have been able to communicate in Chinese smoothly, although some words are not clear, but there is no problem in daily communication.

Chen Mo taught the river how to build a snowman, so the tribesmen became interested in building a snowman, and snowmen of various shapes soon stood up in the cave.

Xiao pointed to a snowman and said to Chen Mo: "Mo, snowman, this is you!"

Chen Mo walked to the snowman with a bamboo pole, and after looking at it for a long time, he didn't find that this snowman looked like himself. I had to laugh. Then he pointed to a snowman lying next to him and asked, "This is, Master Tiger?"

Xiao shook his head: "This is tweeting." ”

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By the way, what about Chirp? It looks like I haven't seen it in two days.