The snowman built by the people next to Gongliang was as he expected, because he didn't shoot it solidly, his lower body was too soft and often fell.

Some people pile on and on, and they have experience, but they simply don't pile up big ones, only pile small ones.

But I don't know what to pile up in the end, and when I saw the snowmen piled by Gongliang, I suddenly realized that my brain was opened, and I built all kinds of snowmen, and it was not good to see Gongliang's whole person.

Some of them are in the shape of fierce beasts, some are piled up like sharp-billed fierce birds, and some are in human form, but the human form is in human form, why do you want to stick a thick branch in it underneath? Does the snowman have birds? Whether it is or not, Gongliang has never seen it before.

Compared to these people, Yuhan has a little tendon, so he wants to build a snowman bigger than Gongliang.

Just ignoring the solid foundation, that is, slapping the lower body solidly, causing the snowman to fall again and again, so angry that she threw the shovel back to Xiaoshi.

Xiao Shi didn't care, after getting the shovel back, he continued to build a snowman, but he learned to be smart, and learned from Gongliang to shoot the snow below one by one, and then slowly pile it up.

Yu Han's eyes lit up, and he felt that this was good, so he put his hands on his waist and gave a blind command on the side.

She thought to herself, she knew that she wouldn't shovel snow, and she would be tired to death. But just now, it was obviously the boy next to her who helped bring the snowdrift and put it on it, okay, and she herself was only a few symbolic shots at best, so she was tired?

After Gongliang finished building the snowman, he also came to guide Xiaoshi.

Anyway, he has seen countless snowmen now, and he has built a successful person who has built a four-meter-high snowman.

Under his guidance, as well as Yuhan's blind command, and the help of the boys next to him, Xiaoshi's snowman was finally built.

Of course, Yuhan said that she personally commanded it, and in the end, this snowman turned out to be bigger than Gongliang's super fat snow panda.

Looking at the huge snowman that had been piled up, Yuhan jumped and screamed with joy. This caused a chain reaction, and the person who built the snowman next to him also cheered. The onlookers shouted as well. The adult on the side laughed, and so did the woman with the animal skin sewn on it. For a moment, the tribe was plunged into a sea of joy, which drove away the fear and sorrow caused by the herd attacking the tribe.

The tribal warriors who had gone out to inspect the herd had returned near noon, carrying some small, frozen beasts, presumably frozen to death by the heavy snow the previous night.

The Yanbe warriors saw that there was still this kind of cheap pick-up, and then heard that the beasts had left, and immediately walked out of the gate, wanting to see if there was such a good thing.

The people of Mabe returned, but just as Gongliang had expected. The ground was covered with snow, and the mountains and landscapes had changed, and it was impossible to find out where the tribe was suitable for rebuilding, so we had to wait for the snow to melt.

In the afternoon, Gongliang went out to dig wild vegetables.

As for the shallots, mountain garlic, mountain leeks and mountain ginger that he planted in the fruit space, he never admitted that these things were vegetables.

Besides, eating too many shallots farts, eating too many mountain leeks and getting angry, eating too much mountain garlic and bad breath, and eating mountain garlic seedlings for a long time has a bad stomach, I have never heard of southerners eating garlic sprouts every day, and some are just used for side dishes; and mountain ginger is a fire-inducing thing, anyway, there is no normal one of several things, and it is not a vegetable variety that can be eaten often.

Places where wild plants grow outside are covered with a thick layer of snow, and in order to dig up wild vegetables, the snow must be dug up.

But after digging up, Gongliang found that all the wild vegetables below had been frozen.

But who told him that he didn't have any food to eat now?

Occasionally, I saw some lucky ones that were not frostbitten, but unfortunately there were only a few, and there was no use for eggs at all. Even the black ears and wild mills that grow on the trees are the same, all of them are frostbitten by the snow, and when the sun shines, the water keeps dripping, but they are frozen by the cold weather, and they hang on the trees to form ice cubes one by one. Even so, Gongliang has taken it off, and it's better than nothing!

When he returned home, he used animal bones and black ears with animal meat, and stewed soup with wild grinding, and frozen wild vegetables to fry animal meat, or stir-fried, and made a few dishes in total, and ate a beautiful meal.

After eating, Gongliang leaned back on the chair and touched his stomach, feeling that he had finally come to life.

If you continue to eat animal meat, it is estimated that you will not starve to death, but you will have to die of exhaustion first.

Round but not very satisfied with the night's food, it likes to eat meat, eat meat, eat meat, and say important things three times.

But Gongliang let it eat vegetables, which made it very dissatisfied, so that when eating, it was entangled in its face, hovering between eating and not eating, and finally couldn't resist its hunger, but still ate. But after eating, he went back to his nest, planning to sleep by himself at night and not accompany Gongliang.

The chicks are very easy to feed, and they will eat whatever the public gives them.

I haven't been in the fruit space recently, so before going to bed, Gongliang went in.

There was no change inside, but a tiny bead like the moon appeared in the sky.

Gongliang is immune to all kinds of strange things that appear in the space, so he doesn't feel anything strange. Looking at the three-color rice, it grows well, but it is still a long way from maturity.

It's a pity that you can't bring in the fierce beasts that attack the tribe, otherwise you will be watered with the blood of the tribe to kill those fierce beasts, and it is estimated that this three-color path will soon be ripe.

Recently, the tribe divided a lot of animal meat, Gongliang pickled a part of it and hung it in the house of the stilted building, then went up to take a look, and found that the pickling was good, the color was clear, with oil and meat fragrance, and it must be good bacon in the future.

After a look, he left the space.

The chick kept staring in the direction he disappeared and only buried his head under his wings to sleep when he saw him come out.

The next morning, when I went out after eating, it was still snow-white outside.

It snowed again last night, and the ground was covered with a thick layer, and even the panda snowman in Gongliangdui was covered with snowflakes. He walked up to the snowman, stepped on it, stepped on the fluffy snowflakes, and slid down it, and it was very enjoyable, just like playing on a slide when he was a child.

Round and round, I also did the same, and jumped to the head of the snowman.

It's a pity that my feet didn't stand firmly, and I rolled down from it, and it directly became a big snowball.

Gongliang walked over and picked it up, shook it vigorously, and the snowflakes suddenly scattered in all directions.

But the round and dissatisfied yelled at him, it rolled down and it was fine, but he was dizzy by shaking it, and he couldn't tell the difference between east and west, north and south.

Gongliang didn't expect that kindness was treated as a donkey's liver and lungs, so he put it down. The little one immediately rolled up and rolled in the snow. It is now rolling out of the tricks, no longer rolling in a straight line, I like to roll left and right the most, roll around and return to Gongliang to shake it, show off its sense of existence, and then roll out again.

Chicks also jumped from above.

Compared with the round, the small thing is much more stable, flapping its soft wings and jumping down little by little.

When they got to the bottom, they quickly chased after the circle. The little one has recently fallen in love with the game of chasing a round snowball.

Gongliang stood in front of his own pile of super fat giant panda snowman, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that he was a genius, and it was estimated that in his previous life, no one could complete such a big snowman independently.

This craft should belong to the master level.

In the midst of his shameless groan, a strong aroma suddenly wafted in the distance.

Smelling it, it seemed to be the smell of three-color rice, and he hurriedly walked in the direction of the rice field.

Round and rolling, he quickly got up from the ground and chased after the chick.