When the bright and heavy fire of the three fir manuscripts illuminated the side hole, everyone was stunned by the situation inside - inside the side hole was a separate hole, surrounded by stone walls, and in it there were not only stone tables, stone benches, stone beds, and a pile of charcoal-like things, but also a stone door that had been pushed open on the inside of the hole, as if it had been specially prepared for them.

Seeing this situation, everyone was overjoyed, and hurriedly inserted the manuscript in the gap of the lampstand on the stone wall, so that their hands were free.

Everyone put down their things and ran outside.

Having solved the place to live, now they have to find food and water to drink, and the effort does not wait for anyone, they have to be fast and faster.

After walking out of the cave, they were at a loss, there was an endless prairie in front of them, and there was still a grassland behind them, and there was nothing but green grass on the grassland.

One difficulty after another, it seems that it will never be solved.

"No, I'm going to spend the night tonight. ”

My father was about to think so, but he found a few yellow piles on the grassland in front of him, which were very different from the green grasslands around him, and he suddenly felt that there was a play.

As soon as they told the children, they ran towards the piles with eight dogs and four wolf cubs.

Because it was not far away, after a while, everyone came to the yellow pile, it turned out to be a few mounds, only to see the yellow-brown ants on the mounds in and out, looking extremely busy, and I don't know what they are busy with.

My father looked at these ants, and knew that they were termites, and they tasted very good, and after eating, they were hungry, and they could manage a day, and said with a smile that today's dinner would be in these mounds.

The father took off the basket he was carrying, took out a handful of salt, and told the children to find some green velvet in the neighborhood. Endure the fine thorns of the green velvet wormwood to prick the mouth, chew the artemisia grass with your teeth to produce green water, sprinkle a thin layer of salt, and gently put it in the back basket, from the inside to the outside in a long shape, until the mouth of the back basket.

Once you have made these preparations. The father asked the eldest son to aim the back basket at the termite entrance and exit, and the father gently sprinkled some artemisia slurry on his hand on the crossing.

A few termites next to them were immediately attracted by the smell of slurry, and tentatively approached to bite a few bites, and then followed the strip slurry into the back basket, and then more termites were attracted to it, and soon a back basket was crowded with termites looking for something to eat.

Seeing that the basket was full, the father smiled with satisfaction, quickly turned over the lid and closed the basket, and told the children to carry the basket to the hole.

The fir manuscript in the cave was still burning. The hole was brighter than before, and the eldest son put down the basket and went to build a stove with stones.

After a while, the charcoal fire was burned, the pot was set up, and when the pot was hotter, he quickly lifted the lid of the back basket and poured some termites into the pot to fry. After it is cooked, scoop it up and eat it. It feels fragrant and delicious.

The father asked the eldest son to take four dogs and four wolf cubs and carry a hoe to dig a termite nest, and there might be eggs in the termite nest, which is a good thing.

The father and the second son fried termites in the cave and ate them, cooked a little and ate a little. I also fed some to the dogs, and everyone ate with relish and drooling. The eldest son carried a hoe and went to the mound where termites had been caught, and asked the dog and the little wolf to look around. When I dug up the perimeter of the mound, I saw a large bag of white stuff inside, like a ball, which was very beautiful, and this was the egg of termites.

He then lit a torch, slowly circled the ball, smoked away all the termites around him, picked up the ball with both hands, and walked to the hole.

As soon as he walked into the door of the cave, he smelled a strong aroma, the aroma of fried termites just now.

When they came to the side hole, the father and the second son were frying happily, grabbing the fragrant termites and sending them to their mouths, while the dog was licking the ground with joy, and also shook his head and tail while eating.

Seeing the eldest son come in, the father hurriedly took the termite eggs, put them on a piece of felt, and asked the eldest son to eat some quickly.

When everyone has eaten almost, my father will break the white egg balls into a piece, one for each person, and also a piece for the dog and the little wolf, this thing tastes very fishy, but it can be managed for a day after eating, and there is a lot of juice in it, and it can be drunk as water when there is no water.

The father of the white egg ball was not willing to eat it all, and left a small half to eat tomorrow morning, and there were many termites, all of which were locked in the back basket and could not come out.

After eating, it was already dark.

Everyone quickly closed the door and lifted stones to block the stone door from behind.

Although he was safe, his father's heart was not steady, he looked carefully at the top and the corners of the wall, and found a finger-wide gap, and the smoke from the charcoal burning had swirled around the room for a week, and then all flowed down the gap, and the room did not feel depressed.

The fir manuscripts on the lampstand were much brighter, long enough to be used, and they let them go, and lit three to illuminate the whole room.

When the charcoal fire was very strong, the second son put the steel drill into the fire horizontally and burned it, the eldest son put the killing knife and axe respectively beside everyone, and the father let the eight-point dog and the four little wolves divide into two shifts, one shift to sleep and rest, and the other shift to stand guard, the dog squatted in the middle of the house, and the little wolf squatted on the side of the door.

After arranging the sentry, the father asked the second son to pick up the killing knife and stand up and look around, and he and the eldest son spread the big corn and bear skin on the ground, so that they could sleep.

Although it was just the right time of year outside, it was shivering cold on the stone floor of the room in the cave, as if sitting on ice.

The charcoal fire was burning, and the room slowly heated up, and it didn't feel as cold as it was at the beginning, and everyone relaxed. The dog and the little wolf are not afraid of the cold, lying on the cold ground and still sleeping, several dogs and little wolves standing guard are very mentally staring in front of each other, as long as there is a little movement, they will jump up to see clearly, and then return to their respective positions.

The father stood up, called the eldest son, and checked the walls around him again with the method of striking with an axe, and heard a dull sound, which confirmed that there were solid stones inside, and carefully looked at every crack, followed the direction of the smoke flow, and saw that the smoke flow was stable, and saw that the little wolf and dog standing guard did not have a restless and irritable look, and everyone was really relieved.

Tonight, my father's spirit was very good, and he was not sleepy, so he let the eldest son sleep first, and he and the second son stood on the first shift.

This house is not far from the entrance of the cave on the grassland, and the wind blowing on the grassland after nightfall makes a whining roar, which echoes in the cave for a long time, and the ears are buzzing, which is very scary, and everyone can't imagine that this is actually an outlet.

Before the wind rose, the father felt that the night should be relatively calm, but after the wind rose, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, but he could not say what was wrong, so he told the second son to draw out the steel drill that had been burned red, and be ready to deal with it at any time, while he himself lifted the axe and carefully circled around the fire, listening attentively to the different sounds of the wind coming from each direction, and what other sounds mixed with the wind.

When he turned to the third lap, my father heard clearly, and the wind seemed to be mixed with the muffled sounds and footsteps of the two animals.

He hurriedly pulled up his sleeping eldest son, handed over a killing knife, and lightly came to the side wall of the door to wait.

By this time, the dogs and wolves that were sleeping and resting had already woken up, and some of them quietly followed behind their owners, and some stood in front of their owners, so as to protect their owners at any time in danger.

There seemed to be a cry in the wind, heavy wheezing and dull footsteps, closer and closer, more and more clear, the three cubs' hairs stood on end, cold sweat broke out in their palms, and the two rows of teeth of the second son beat up and down, everyone had never been so nervous.

Immediately afterwards, my father felt a little cold behind him, turned his head to look, and saw that a lot of red eels had crawled out of the cracks of smoking, and he screamed, picked up the axe and ran over.

The eldest son followed and ran over, and when he lifted the still red steel drill, he poked at the eels that continued to drill out of the cracks, only to hear the smell of burnt meat and the sound of zizla, which hurt so much that many eels rolled all over the ground, and some were directly burned into several pieces, and the mud and intestines in the stomach were all over the ground.

Although these things are not biting, not poisonous, and not dangerous, they are very disgusting.

The dog and the wolf cub didn't seem to be very interested in this, and didn't think they were dangerous, so they watched where their master was busy, and their main defense was the door. The eldest son raised his killing knife and stared at the stones behind the stone gate, not daring to relax at all.

The eldest son could hear clearly that there was an animal scratching the door with its paws, and immediately his heart was shocked, and he took a step back, bent down to carry the knife, and as long as the animal outside the door rushed in, he raised the knife in his hand and did not hesitate.

The four little wolves and the four dogs were already standing on both sides at this time, ready to pounce and bite, and the other four dogs helped the two masters, old and young, to bite and trample hard with their sharp claws, making the ground full of meat mud.

The eldest son waited for a long time, but there was still only the sound of scratching the door with his paws outside the door, and there was no other movement, and he didn't see how much the door shook, so his heart was much more steady, and he wanted to simply open the door and go out to see what was going on, but he still held back.

In the second half of the night, there were no more eels in the cracks, and everyone rested a little, but there was still a sound of rattling outside the door, but there was no danger, so everyone didn't care about it, and continued to arrange sleep and rest, tossing for half the night, everyone was a little exhausted.

Originally, the father wanted to sleep and rest with the second son, leaving the eldest son to stand guard alone, but it was inappropriate to think about it, so he let the second son stand guard with the eldest son, and let the dog and the little wolf who had not rested in front of him hurry up to sleep now. (To be continued.) )