The atmosphere in the cave seemed a bit solemn and solemn. The senior brother and the others, who had wrapped themselves in as much fur as possible, saluted the witch and walked into the heavy snow with hunting weapons.
A group of people trudged in the snow, gradually turning into black spots, obscured by the trees, and disappeared.
Because the cave door was opened, the temperature inside the cave dropped rapidly, and some children were already shivering passively.
The witch then asked the women who stayed in the cave to block the door again.
Wu returned to his usual place and sat down, appearing even more silent than before.
Han Cheng stood aside silently, feeling the severe food crisis.
Having been hungry for two days and two nights just after arriving, he deeply realized the horror of hunger. The burning feeling in his belly was even more unbearable than torture.
It is precisely because of this that his mood is so heavy.
After Wu sat here in silence for a while, he stood up and started working in the cave.
He took out a crown-like thing with many colorful bird feathers on it and put it on his head. He also picked up a bone staff that was placed side by side with the feather crown and enshrined on a stone in front of a totem pole.
He picked up a bone knife from the side of the bone staff and slashed the palm of his left hand, then smeared the blood on his face.
After letting Han Cheng leave the cave, the gray-haired witch dripped the blood from his hands on the ground in front of the totem pole, and muttered some language that Han Cheng could not understand at all.
Then the witch's movements became even weirder. He jumped up and down, waving the bone staff in his hand from time to time...
Although he had never seen it before, Han Cheng still understood that the witches were performing a sacrificial ceremony to pray to their gods for blessings and disaster relief...
After watching the simple dance of the witches for a while, Han Cheng wrapped himself in two layers of animal skins, took a simple harpoon used by the tribe for fishing, and walked towards the entrance of the cave.
Now he can be regarded as a member of the tribe. With the food crisis the tribe is facing now, waiting like this is not an option. But now that he is younger and cannot hunt with his senior brother and the others, he can only use his own
Try some methods and try your best to see if you can help the tribe.
He wanted to go to the small river to see if there were any fish. To be honest, Han Cheng had doubts about what his senior brother said about the fish being gone.
Judging from the distinct four seasons and the dark-eyed, black-haired and yellow-skinned tribesmen, Han Cheng could basically conclude that he was still on the land that haunted his dreams.
In his memory, there were not many fish that migrated with the seasons like migratory birds in the rivers of this land in later generations.
Of course, we are thousands or even tens of thousands of years away from the era we lived in, so it is normal for different situations to occur.
But he still wanted to go and have a look.
"Where are you going?"
The lame primitive man asked Han Cheng in a low voice, fearing to disturb the shaman who was communicating with the gods and praying for the tribe.
"I, go outside."
Han Cheng replied.
The stone slab used to block the entrance of the cave was very thick, and even the middle piece that could be removed as a small door was still difficult for Han Cheng to move.
If he wants to get out, he needs help from others.
"You, take it?"
The lame primitive man pointed at the straight stick-shaped harpoon in Han Cheng's hand.
I mean, what are you going to do with this?
Han Cheng said: "Take fish."
The male primitive man had a look of looking at a fool on his face. Even the three or four-year-old kids in the tribe knew that there were no fish at this time. This guy who looked really smart actually said he was going to catch fish. This... this is really
…
"The fish is gone."
He is a kind-hearted person. Although Han Cheng almost made him vomit out when he pooped last time, he still couldn't help but want to remind this guy to prevent him from freezing in vain.
Han Cheng looked at this guy and suddenly realized a problem. According to the current temperature, there must have been a thick layer of ice in the river.
In the past, Han Cheng would not have felt embarrassed, but now, it would be difficult to smash them open.
The guy in front of me is a good hard worker.
He decided to fool this man.
His legs are lame, but he can still walk, just very slowly.
Of course, this was already an extremely serious problem for primitive people.
If you run slowly, you won't be able to catch up with a wild beast, and you won't be able to escape when being chased by a wild beast.
Running can be said to be one of the essential conditions for survival in this era!
Han Cheng shook his head and said, "The fish is not gone. The fish is hiding."
He gestured with his hands as he spoke.
The male primitive man didn't believe Han Cheng's words and still stubbornly said: "The fish is gone."
Shaking his head and saying 'no', he turned around and pointed at the shaman who was performing sacrifices deep in the cave.
It means that this is what the witch told them.
Han Cheng also shook his head: "The fish is not gone, the fish is still there."
He pointed to the top of his head and then to his own head, meaning that this was what the gods told him.
The lame primitive man's eyes widened. He was obviously stunned by what Han Cheng meant.
He somewhat believed it. Firstly, no one in the tribe had ever dared to make fun of the gods. Secondly, Han Cheng's origin was really strange. He fell directly from the sky. He had never heard of anyone who could go to heaven, not even with him.
Gods cannot communicate with witches.
He looked at Han Cheng hesitantly and stood up slowly.
"The fish is still there!"
Han Cheng said this.
Then he told him that as long as he found fish, he would no longer have to starve.
Under the double attack of the god and Han Cheng's drawing of a pie that would not starve him, the lame man, who hesitated for a while, finally agreed to go with Han Cheng to catch fish in the river and contribute to the tribe.
The door of the cave was opened, and Han Cheng, who was holding a harpoon, walked out of the cave together with the lame primitive man holding a stone for chopping.
The woman who stayed in the cave watched the two whimsical people leave, and then blocked the entrance to the cave.
It is necessary to bring a stone out of the cave, otherwise it would be really difficult to pick up a stone from the ground in the ice and snow.
The biting cold air penetrated straight into his body along the gaps in the animal skin. Han Cheng couldn't help but shiver. He now had a strong urge to go back to the cave and sew himself some clothes.
This method of dressing by simply wrapping the animal skin around the body and tying it with tough grass is really uncomfortable.
The two braved the cold, stepped on the snow, and walked all the way to the river.
As soon as he arrived at the small river, Lame regretted that he shouldn't have listened to the guy and followed him out. Where could there be a fish here?
Lame was the name Han Cheng silently gave to the lame primitive man. Without a name, it was really inconvenient to call him lame.
