The rock wall where the herbs grew was quite far from the village, and there was no way to run back and forth in a day, so Karui set out a day early. www.biquge.info Unlike Wright, the old man was very well prepared, with flints used to make fires, heavy cold in the mountains, thick blankets to keep warm at night, and so on. The people of the village often go to the mountains to hunt and sometimes have to sleep in the mountains, so there are many very simple huts made of tree branches.

There is nothing technical about this kind of shack, it is just a triangular skeleton with a few slightly thicker trunks at random, and then layer by layer with branches still carrying leaves. Each shack will also store some condiments and the like in case you need it. In addition, these shelters are often used and are very popular, so the average animal will not be close to the area where the shelter is located at all.

There are many such shacks in the mountains and forests, but only those who often wander in the mountains and forests can clearly know the location of these shacks. Karui found a shack before dark, and a clearing was usually cleared in front of the shack to make a fire and prevent it from starting a fire. The shack had probably been unattended for a while, and the clearing where the fire was made was overgrown with weeds, and Karui had to clean it up before lighting a bonfire.

In the light of the campfire, the furrow-like wrinkles on Karui's face were distinctly clear, the marks of time on him. But in this vast forest, these wrinkles are a proof of possession, a hope to keep people alive at a critical moment, a medal forged by life, which only the most tenacious can obtain.

Karui was not a native of the village chief, who found him badly injured on the banks of the river and brought him back to the village. Under the careful care of the villagers, Karui recovered from his injuries quickly. Instead of leaving the village, Karui stayed behind.

No one in the village knew about Kalu's past, but the kind villagers accepted him with tolerance, and Karui became a member of the village. Not long after, Karui married a girl from the village, who was Kaw's current wife.

There is a clear division of labor between men and women in the village, with men responsible for a series of dangerous activities such as going out to hunt and collecting herbs in the mountains, while women are responsible for handling the prey, herbs, and taking care of the children. Unlike the other men in the village, who had been on the mountain with their fathers since childhood, Karui had no previous experience of hunting. So in the beginning, Karui was very taken care of by the villagers, and every time he shared the prey, the villagers would give Karui a little more.

However, Karui is a strong learner, and after following everyone to hunt a few times, Karui quickly became a good player. After that, it was even more out of control, and soon Karui surpassed the rest of the village in his hunting skills. In this case, it may attract the envy of other people, but it is a good thing for the people in the village, because then life in the village will be better.

Dogs are indispensable helpers for mountain people, and in dense jungles, their sight is limited to a very narrow range, but their sense of smell is not restricted. With a little training, the dog can become an important helper in the hunting process. There are even times when the pursuit of prey is out of the familiar route, and the dog's sense of smell is relied on to find the original way.

Karui also had a big black dog, and gave him the name Big Black, a name as common as dirt. Karui is very good to Dahei, and his usual food is almost the same as what he eats, and Dahei, who eats and drinks well, grows extremely strong. With his dark fur, strong body, and keen eyes, there was a strong sense of oppression just by standing there.

The people in the village are very greedy for Dahei, and having a good dog is a thing that the mountain people look forward to, so the cubs born by Dahei were greeted by the people in the village in advance to finish, and later people knew that they were late, and regretted hitting the wall.

On top of the bonfire, the rabbit meat has been roasted to a golden brown and makes a sizzling sound. The spilled oil dripped into the flames, causing the flames to burn even more violently. From time to time, Karui rotated the rabbit meat so that it was evenly heated. The rabbit was a credit to the big black, and at this time it was lying quietly on the side, but the high ears undoubtedly showed that it was always on its guard.

Seeing that the rabbit meat was almost cooked, Karui pulled the rabbit meat away from the fire, tore off a large piece and put it in a basin, and then placed the basin in front of Daiko. Da Hei rolled over and stood up to eat, but Karui stopped it, "It's hot, I'll eat it later!" Maybe he understood what his master said, Da Hei just sniffed, didn't lower his mouth, and lay down again.

Karui sprinkled some spices on the rest of the rabbit meat and put it on the fire for a while, waiting until it was fully flavored before taking it off. Carefully tear off a piece of golden rabbit meat, blow it, put it in your mouth, and chew it slowly. Watching the master move, Da Hei couldn't help it, compared to the master's slow manners, Da Hei's eating appearance was much more rude. By the time Da Hei had eaten all the meat and bones, a small half of the rabbit meat in Karui's hand had not yet been eaten.

When he had finished his supper, Karui added a few thick twigs to the fire, turned and went into the hut, and laid out the blanket he had brought. And he lay down on it, and put the excess over his body, and fell into a deep sleep. Da Hei also followed him into the hut, and lay down beside his master, like a loyal guard, accompanying his master to sleep.

A ray of sunlight shone through the peaks, waking up the earth from a night's sleep, and the early birds were already chirping on the branches. In the forest, white mist flickered, and a faint mist shrouded the entire forest, looking like a fairyland on earth. Karui stepped out of the shack and stretched, shivering. The temperature difference between day and night in the mountains is extremely large, the heat at noon is unbearable, and the night is unbearable cold.

The morning was wet and cold, the water that had gathered at night kept dripping from the tips of the branches, and the bonfire that was still burning last night had long since been extinguished, leaving only a little residue and struggling to release some smoke to prove that it had burned. The big black also ran out, and there was a lot of dew on its hair. It ran to the side, shook violently, and threw all the dew off its body.

This is not the right time to continue walking, because the fog blocks the view, and it is difficult to observe where you are and the route you are traveling. Karui is not in a hurry for this time, so naturally he will not take this risk. The fire was rekindled, and Karui poured the rice and water he had brought into the pot hanging over the fire, which Karui had brought himself, and was best used to cook porridge.