It was another morning, and the sun that had not been seen for a long time finally reappeared in the sky, releasing its energy towards the earth and announcing its return. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The snow retreated under the power of the sun, gathering together and fleeing into the river, returning the earth to life once again. The grassland, which had been silent for several months, was once again lively and noisy.

A sturdy middle-aged man, dressed in a simple robe made of animal fur, crouched over and quietly gazed at the mammoth herd not far in front of him. He had a loose beard, hair simply draped over his shoulders, strong muscles, and a necklace made of animal teeth. He held a spear in his right hand, the tip of which was carefully sharpened from stones.

Beside him, dozens of men with spears like him crawled towards the semi-encirclement of the elephant herd. Some of them wore fur robes, some did not, but without exception they were all male, and each of them was strong and muscular, making them excellent hunters in the tribe.

The middle-aged man waited quietly. The weather is getting warmer every year, and the mammoths are migrating north, and it is now difficult to encounter such a large herd even in winter. So he was determined to wait until everyone was in their place, and he didn't want to accidentally let any of the elephants go. He stared intently at the elephant's tusks, which were nearly two meters long, determined to decorate his home with them.

When each hunter was in place, the middle-aged man stood up violently, raised his spear and let out a loud roar. All of them began to let out loud roars as they brandished their spears.

The elephants were frightened by this and fled in the opposite direction. In that direction, a few hundred meters away, there was a large river, and the elephants were being driven by the hunters towards the river.

The river is not very wide, and it seems that it cannot stop the elephant herd. But the middle-aged man knew that the river was actually quite deep, and it was by no means a herd of elephants that could wade through, and that the depth could easily drown even the tallest mammoths. As long as they drove the herd into the river, they could easily get meat and fur and ivory for themselves without fighting.

The hunt went well until a huge obstacle suddenly appeared in front of the elephant. The obstacle was made up of several pieces of wood, like a huge room, and suddenly appeared there. Then he was smashed by an elephant.

With a cry of pain, the elephant tilted its head to the right, knocking a blocking hunter out of the way, and the herd was able to follow its head.

The middle-aged man witnessed all this, and before he had time to think, he ran to the right.

"Hunt them! Hunt them!"

The other hunters hurled their spears at the herd, and some of them bravely stepped forward and stabbed them. But the herd of elephants that broke through the encirclement was led by the head elephant and did not look back, leaving only a few injured elephants lying on the ground and wailing.

The hunters stepped forward to finish off the fallen mammoth. The middle-aged man sees someone checking on a hunter who had been knocked off by an elephant earlier.

"Thirteen, how's Yu?"

The hunter, known as Thirteen, shook his head at the middle-aged man.

"All the bones are shattered!"

The middle-aged man sighed slightly, although there are hunters lost from time to time when hunting, but this accident was really sudden, and the hunting that he thought was foolproof failed unexpectedly, which still hit him quite hard.

The young hunters all gathered around a few mammoths in high spirits, talking to each other about their performances. Several of the older hunters gathered around the middle-aged man, all of them experienced hunters, more curious about the reasons for the failure of the hunt than the young ones who were overjoyed when they had hunted a few elephants.

Splashes of wood were scattered around the strange object, and they found a lot of tools, and Thirteen picked up one.

"Look! It's an axe."

He swung his spear at him, and the tip of it was shattered. His eyes widened!

"Very sharp"!

The middle-aged man looked closely and found that most of the items smashed by the elephant herd were made of wood, and although he could not see the purpose, he could also find that the polishing was quite smooth, and it was a hundred times stronger than the best wood made in the tribe.

"Tell them all to move back!"

Thirteen nodded, and ran towards the young hunters.

Another hunter beckoned to the middle-aged man again.

"Luo, there's a guy here!"

The middle-aged man known as Luo walked over. The man who had been spotted by the hunter was lying in a shove of wood chips a little farther away, crushed by a larger shard. The man was tall, with surprisingly white skin, and was dressed in a strange outfit that made it impossible to tell what it was. There was a wound on his right hand that was neither long nor short, but there was no bleeding, and his chest was still slightly undulating.

"Alive!

The middle-aged man thought about it for a moment, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"What I saw! He appeared out of nowhere, maybe a witch. It's been a long time since there have been witches in the tribe. ”

A few of the surrounding hunters disagreed.

"We don't have enough manpower, so we have to give up more to take him.

"He's dying, the spirits will kill him, and it's useless to take him with him. ”

"If it weren't for him, we would have captured more. ”

Lowe was very persistent.

"The less caught will be deducted from my share!"

......

Zheng Jun's fourth crossing did not start well, and before he could open his eyes and observe his surroundings, he saw a herd of mammoths rushing towards him, the most recent one almost in front of him.

He only had time to raise his right hand to block his chest, and he was knocked out along with the workbench in front of him. He saw in the air that the mammoth had knocked several workbenches open in quick succession, running to the left, and then he fell to the ground and fainted.

In a daze, he felt like he was being carried, and vaguely seemed to hear the voice of talking. Zheng Jun felt that his whole body hurt badly, but he couldn't feel anything in his right hand. The whole person had no strength at all, so weak that he couldn't even open his eyes, his whole body was cold, but he didn't even have the strength to tremble. His consciousness is also intermittent, and whenever someone feeds him water to drink, he is always a little more awake, and sometimes he can feel that he is being fed some porridge-like food.

......

It took several days to bring Zheng Jun back to the tribe, and they had followed the mammoth herd all the way, far away from their usual hunting range. I finally found a place to hunt, but I didn't expect it to fail.

But what they brought back still made everyone in the tribe happy. Except for Yu's family, but hunting is like this, no matter how good a hunter is, there will be times when he misses. Mammoths provide a lot of meat and fur, and even one can excite the tribe for a long time.

Not to mention that they also brought back a lot of tools, some they knew, some they didn't, but each one looked very well made. These gains made the leader of the tribe Kai also satisfied, but he was very suspicious of the witches they brought back.

"The wild spirit has invaded, he began to heat up, and he is dying, it will not be a witch, and the witch is not afraid of any spirit. ”

"But he appeared out of nowhere, and I saw that no one could do it except Wu"

Da was adamant in what he saw, but few hunters agreed.

"Then you look at him, and if he defeats the spirit, bring it to me again"

Although suspicious, Kai will not fight the most experienced hunters in the tribe, and the tribe is not short of this food and water now. Besides, if it's really a witch, there haven't been witches here for decades. A tribe without witches would not have been able to grow stronger.

.........

Zheng Jun woke up again with a fever, still weak, but more awake than before, and found himself lying on a simple sheet of grass, surrounded by a hut made of wood and earth.

The walls are decorated with various animal bones and leather, and there are some charms made of teeth, and several items from modern times are also prominently displayed in the room. Luckily, the medical kit was among them.

An eleven or twelve-year-old boy was carefully feeding him water to drink. A little farther away, a plump woman was busy on a stove made of clay with a clay vessel on it, gurgling something. Two eight or nine-year-olds sat on the side, staring without blinking.

The boy who fed him water saw that he woke up and shouted a few words outside the house. Zheng Jun didn't understand what he was saying at all, but he could probably understand that he was calling someone.

A middle-aged man walked in from outside the house, squatted on the ground and said something to him, although he couldn't understand the other party's language, Zheng Jun knew that at least the other party was kind. He raised his hand as best he could, pointing to his medical kit and finding that his entire right hand was badly swollen, and the sleeves of his shirt were clinging tightly to his arm with blood and mud.

The middle-aged man took Zheng Jun's medical bag, opened it neatly, and poured out all the contents inside, obviously figuring out how to use it.

Zheng Jun pointed to the antibiotics and antipyretic tablets, and stretched out another finger to compare, the middle-aged man took one and fed it to him, Zheng Jun, who had taken the medicine, was relieved and fell asleep again.

When Zheng Jun woke up again, he felt much better, although his brain was still slightly dizzy, but he no longer felt feverish. His body was still weak, but he was able to slowly struggle to sit up.

There was no one in the room, but there was a lot of human voices outside. Zheng Jun's medical kit was placed next to him, and he took out another antibiotic and ate a slice. When I raised my right hand, I found that the sleeves of my shirt had been cut off entirely, the swelling of my hand had subsided a lot, and there was a scar about ten centimeters long on the outside of my forearm, which showed no signs of treatment and healed very ugly.

Getting up, Zheng Jun found that his feet were weak and it was difficult to stand up, and he slowly moved towards the door with half leaning against the earthen wall of the room, and found that the house was actually a little more complicated than what he had seen before.

Although it is only a thatched hut, it can be seen that it is supported by wood on all sides, and the walls are made of clay and sand, and there are wooden beams on the roof, and thatch is neatly laid on the beams.

The whole house consists of four rooms, the middle room facing the door is the place where Zheng Jun saw the women cooking before, and there are two smaller rooms on the right, one of which is where Zheng Jun is lying, and the other room is densely covered with several suggested floor beds made of thatch and leather. On the other side of the house was a large room, which was stacked with all kinds of food, as well as various stone tools, as well as some modern tools that were obviously brought by Zheng Jun. The whole house, which consists of these four rooms, happens to be a fairly standard rectangle.

Finally, Zheng Jun walked to the door, and snuggled up to the door, he found that the middle-aged man he had seen before was talking loudly to a group of people. When Zheng Jun appeared, a group of people all looked at him in surprise, and the middle-aged man also turned his head to look at him in surprise when he saw the expressions of the people around him.

Zheng Jun didn't know what to say in the face of such a gaze, he scratched his head and had to wave his hand.

"Hi guys. ”