This kind of fear is an effect that Mo Yi'er couldn't bring after beating Manchi thousands of times before.

Perhaps the outsiders were too confident, and they didn't hide the salt, but piled it up in the leaf shed at random. If it weren't for the lack of rain outside, they might have piled salt outside.

The last time Mo Yi'er came to save people, she only cared about watching people, but she didn't notice these salts.

They put all the salt in a straw basket lined with leaves, apparently to make it easier to carry, which saved Mo Yi'er and them trouble.

The men of the Zhihua tribe were also very happy to see these salts, because the Haim tribe was occupied by outsiders, and many tribes began to lack salt, and the only flower tribe was no exception.

I heard that later the wizard Murong promised Ke to get him some salt, which made the clan happy for a long time, and felt that the wizard Murong was righteous enough and treated them well. Now I know that his salt is not the same as the salt before the Haim tribe!

"Everyone take more salt and follow me, we will save this salt, and we will give you some salt!" Mo Yi'er saw through their thoughts, and only blamed them for not hiding what they thought in their hearts.

"Oh, that's amazing. We won't be short of salt from now on! Dashu said happily to Mo Yi'er.

"As long as the tribal alliance is safe and sound, you won't have a day of salt shortage. The people of the Haimu tribe who know how to make zuò salt are all in our god domain tribe! ”

"I see!"

As he spoke, everyone began to move salt. One person takes a basket of grass on his shoulder, and the other person adds an extra basket of straw, and everyone is like a game. They are all men, and no one wants to be laughed at by others.

In order to motivate them, Mo Yi'er also carried five baskets of salt on her shoulders. The grass baskets are all artificially made, and the size is not the same, Mo Yi'er can have about 200 catties of salt in these five grass baskets.

Sure enough, the men kept adding salt to their shoulders when they saw it, until they really couldn't carry it. In this way, a total of half of the men carried five straw baskets of salt, which was much better than Mo Yi'er expected. "You're all set, right? Let's go! ”

Mo Yi'er led the way in front, this time she didn't take the road with dead bodies, first, the smell over there was indeed very bad, and second, she didn't want this group of men to be frightened again. In addition to this, there is also the fear of encountering animals that eat carrion.

Some of the carcasses were also eaten by animals on the rainy days of these two days, but because there were too many of them, most of them were left, and they began to rot. Animals that eat carrion will make primitive humans feel unlucky, such as crows, and the primitive people of this continent have already begun to taboo this big black bird. However, at this time it is not called a crow, but only a blackbird. The blackbird's call is more hoarse and eerie than that of the crow of the 21st century, and even a child will be scared to cry.

In this way, the salt was moved four times, and finally all the salt stored in the leaf shed was moved.

Several members of the Haim tribe were responsible for moving the salt into the burrow, and they were in charge of moving it when the people of the Zhihua tribe left. So a large amount of salt disappeared in that place, which made the men of the Zhihua tribe very curious.

However, after someone asked curiously, Mo Yi'er said to him sternly: "Sometimes, curiosity kills people. ”

So, no one asked.

After a busy day, everyone was tired, including Mo Yi'er.

But everyone is hungry, and food always has to be solved. Mo Yi'er told everyone to go back and go hunting by herself.

This kind of feeling of hunting alone is very bad, and even Cai Ling'er is not with her.

In the 21st century, Mo Yier is used to always being alone. But after crossing over here, with clansmen, men, and children, Mo Yi'er began to get used to having their company, and this change was formed unconsciously, and there is a saying that the most terrible thing is habit, and it is true.

In order to be able to solve the battle quickly, Mo Yi'er went directly to the dense forest with many animals. Not only are there many prey, but there are also many wild animals. Mo Yi'er didn't expect that as soon as she entered the depths of the forest, she encountered a tiger foraging for food.

The tiger first killed a wild boar that was not yet an adult, and as soon as its throat was bitten by it, Mo Yi'er hit the tiger on the head with a stick. There was no way, the stone knife was taken by Amika, and she didn't have any weapons to use.

Although the strength of the stick was large, it was not lethal enough, so Mo Yi'er had to continue to fight hard. Mo Yi'er, who was already tired, was also a little powerless to fight with the beast, coupled with the lack of weapons at hand, Mo Yi'er fell for a while, and was almost attacked by the tiger's claws several times.

This made Mo Yi'er very angry, and the blood in her body began to boil because of anger. She clearly felt the blood rush into her brain, and her consciousness was a little blurred, but compared to the last time she fought with the outside tribesmen, she didn't lose her mind immediately.

When she smashed her fist into the tiger's head again, Mo Yier's fist turned out to be a palm by itself, and her nails began to grow longer and sharper. This feeling is different from Zhou Zhiruo's nails on TV, which are just human nails becoming very long. And Mo Yi'er's nails became less like human nails, but like sharp bayonets, like the claws of beasts, but they were different from the claws of all beasts.

This palm...... No, it should be said that this claw made a cut directly on the top of the tiger's head, and blood burst out, and the tiger was enraged. But it didn't have time to pounce on Mo Yi'er, so it was grabbed by Mo Yi'er's claw on the erection neck again.

The blood sprayed Mo Yi'er's face, it was very fishy, and it was still hot.

The tiger died, but Mo Yi'er looked at her hand in a daze. The claws slowly returned to their original form, if it weren't for the blood, Mo Yi'er would have thought that it was just her own illusion just now.

She stood there for a long time, when it was dark, and wild beasts began to howl around her, before she came to her senses, picked up the dead tiger, and ran wildly towards the cave.

There was already a gas bonfire in the cave, and many people looked at Mo Yi'er at the entrance of the cave from time to time. I just don't know how many of them are looking forward to her safe return, and how many are longing for tonight's food.

But everyone smiled when they saw her.

Primitive humans did not find blood terrible, on the contrary, it was a symbol of bravery.

When they saw Mo Yi'er's face was blood-red and she was carrying a fierce tiger on her back, they were immediately excited and shouted Mo Yi'er's name loudly.

The women scrambled to skin and debone the tiger, and the little pom-pom lifted her eyelids to look at her, then yawned and took out a silk towel to scrub her cheeks.

"Sleep, I'll do it myself." Mo Yier said with mixed feelings.

"I'll do it! I miss you! The little pom-pom kissed Mo Yi'er's pink lips, because he had to sleep, so he missed a lot of time to get along with Mo Yi'er.