"Did your sister or your sisters say they would be coming over soon?"
"I haven't heard of it!!" Zhu Ya thought for a long time before confirming, "I heard a few days ago that my sister is pregnant and probably won't come over this year. Then my brother said that he would take me over to play in a few days.
He went up to the mountain this time to catch some prey and send it over... My brother is very good at hunting, and there are a lot of prey in the mountain. He can always catch big wild boars and bears..."
Wu Lei glanced at Zhu Ya, "Then, do the people from the Golden Eagle Tribe have any special reason to come to you?"
Zhu Ya frowned slightly, "I don't know about this, but it usually doesn't happen. Everyone is very busy. Winter is coming soon. We must start storing food now, otherwise the winter will be very sad. Yeah..." Zhu Ya frowned slightly.
Yaya didn't know what he thought of, and jumped up suddenly, "I have to go, Ake has harvested a lot of fish this year, I have to deal with it..."
Watching Zhu Ya run away in a hurry, Wu Lei couldn't help but feel curious.
Fish? About five or six miles away from here, there is a river. The river is very deep and long, and there are many fish in it. They continue to fish there every year to enrich the food of the tribe.
Winter. Looking at the sky without tears, it is still late summer, and there are at least three months until winter, and they have to start storing food now... All year round, all they think about every day is to fill their stomachs.
You won’t starve to death or freeze to death during the winter.
Such days are not life. They are still in the stage of survival.
They are hardworking, they are brave, and they are even more lovely.
Wu Lei once again felt lucky for his choice of this direction.
When she was still Mrs. Meng, she had seen too many deaths, too many betrayals, too many confusions between life and death... Almost all ghosts who go to the underworld always have some obsessions and big ideas.
There are crimes, crimes, petty thefts, deep affections, and treachery.
She liked to see their horror when they first arrived in the underworld, their distorted expressions when they were tried, and how clean they felt after drinking Meng Po soup.