It took a full hour for the unrest to subside.

The crowd diverted and moved away from the tyrannosaurus. After this diversion, everyone's luck suddenly skyrocketed. I came across more than a dozen beech trees gathered together, and there was a clump of vines climbing on the trunk of a beech tree, winding upwards and spreading out into patches.

It was a delicious mountain grape.

Seeing all this, along with the cold fire, all the children cheered. Beech is not enough, this tree is just ordinary, and the taste of beech is not as sweet as pine nuts.

In contrast to the needles of Pinus tabuliformis, the beech branches and leaves are rounded and have finely serrated edges. Moreover, the bark of the beech tree is smooth and hard, gray in color, which is very different from the brown color of the pine. Mature beech nuts have an ovate-shaped triangular shape and can be picked directly, without the hassle of peeling pine nuts like pine towers.

The fruit of these more than a dozen beech trees is enough to fill the baskets of these children. In other words, after getting these more than ten beech trees, they can go home. Shuttling through the drizzly forest is gambling with your life, and if you are not careful, you will lose your life. So, they were lucky this time.

The real surprise, though, was the mountain grapes.

Mountain grapes are scarce in abundance. They are light brown vines with a light brown surface, about the thickness of a thumb. In the summer, the mountain grape blooms with small, five-petaled, inconspicuous flowers that resemble palm-shaped leaves.

In the late autumn season, there is only one thing left hanging on the branches, which firmly attracts the attention of all children, which is the deep purple fruit.

The fruits are abundant, hanging in bunches on the branches, and the finger-sized fruits are spherical, and there is even a little hoarfrost on the surface, which makes people salivate.

Grunt.

Several children couldn't help but swallow and spit, as if it was a signal, and the big guy's stomach cried at the same time. Even old people such as Tie Feng are no exception. Everyone looked at each other and laughed.

He stepped forward and plucked all the mountain grapes, and after a little calculation, distributed them according to the head. There are not many fruits, and each of the more than 40 people can only get three or five small fruits.

Each child carefully puts a mountain grape in his mouth. They pursed their lips and slowly closed their teeth, slowly squeezing out the juice, allowing the sweet and sour flavors to burst out and bloom among the taste buds.

They smile and that's what sweetness tastes like.

In the Dragonspine Mountains, there are countless streams.

These are large and small, wide and narrow. They are formed by the melting of snow and ice accumulated on the top of the mountain for thousands of years, flowing through the narrow gaps between the rocks and converging on each other.

Eventually, these streams, large and small, converge and merge into three streams that flow into the Ambergris River. The Ambergris River rushes to the southwest and merges into the Longshen River, the largest river in the mainland that is surging and surging southward.

Towards evening, the setting sun casts an orange-red glow over the hillsides, coating the cold forest with a warm dusk. Whether it is the towering trees or the flying deer drinking leisurely, they are all bathed in this warm glow.

Leng Huo and his party were heading upstream along a winding stream, and the rays of the setting sun pulled their shadows so long that they even crossed the stream and imprinted on the other side of the stream.

The stream is neither big nor small, with a murmuring stream that clearly bottoms out.

Pebbles of various sizes, such as white and brown, are laid beautifully on the bottom of the water. Occasionally, small, cold-water fish swim between the rocks.

The dead grass on both sides of the stream drooped their heads, in stark contrast to the excited expressions of the crowd.

The water of these rivers is cold to the bone, and only a handful of hardy fish survive in them, and these fish never grow up, and people have no desire to catch them.

Flying deer or wild boars can occasionally be seen drinking water next to the stream, but there are not too many of them.

The reason is simple, there are many streams in the Dragon's Back Mountains, and there is no shortage of water, and those happy beasts will naturally not be so brain-dead as to have to drink water in this river.

And this brought convenience to Leng Huo and others to hurry.

Among the more than 40 teenagers, Leng Huo's back basket was the fullest, about ninety percent, while the others were more than six or seven points full, and some even had only three points.

The difference in age and strength determines how much they gain.

But no one complained, because it was not the number of pine nuts that the teenagers harvested that determined whether the family would go hungry in winter, but the number of animals the adults hunted.

After about twenty miles to the mountainside, the stream became small, only about eight or nine meters wide and narrow, but nearly a meter deep.

Looking up, you can see that there is a valley deep in the stream, and the entrance to the valley is guarded by a very spectacular man-made structure. It is two stone walls made of countless large and small, irregular stones, towering and shocking.

The valley is flanked by steep rock walls that rise up to a height of several hundred meters, and a stream that flows through the middle of the valley. At this time, two stone walls rose from the ground, starting from the edge of the stream and extending to the cliff of the valley, completely blocking the entrance to the valley.

The two stone walls are joined by huge stone blocks at the upper ends, forming a monolithic fortress, leaving only a gap of two meters and a half high above the stream. The width of the gap is equal to the width of the stream. It can be said that apart from this stream, there is no entrance to the entire valley

On top of the notch there is a rope hanging a wooden row.

Wooden rafts are made of trees that are about waist thick. The wood is hard pine, and the rope is made of the toughest clematis in autumn. It's rough, but it's enough to keep the whole gap tight.

When viewed from below, the ten-meter-high stone walls are so thick that they seem to stand until everything dies and will not collapse. The closer you go, the more you can see the enormity of this project. The tribe where Leng Huo is located does not exceed 300 households, and back then, I don't know how much manpower and material resources they spent to have this stone wall.

However, it was with this stone wall that they could recuperate here from the beasts. It is also because of this stone wall that they can survive the most difficult winter.

Next to the stream, the cold fire was sweating profusely and directing many children to line up.

It's a daily routine. Leng Huo raised the stick high and shouted: "All line up, the two people in front and behind pull the same stick, and the person in front can only take steps if they are optimistic about the road." You have to remember that if you fall overboard, the people behind you will definitely fall into the water, and the people in front will also be unlucky. ”

Cold Fire patrols left and right, for obedient people, Cold Fire does not hesitate to praise, and for those naughty boys, Cold Fire's wooden stick will always fall on their fat buttocks, beating them up and screaming.