That night Chen was bitten by a wolf, and after the wolf was driven away by Junior Brother Sha, the wolf visited the Qingque tribe twice more in the following days, but because everyone was on guard, no casualties were caused.
There was not one visiting wolf, but several, a small wolf pack.
But since the big storm, these wolves have never been seen again.
Han Cheng speculated that they should have been frightened by the violent storm and migrated to other places.
The wolf cub Fu Jiang and her mother must have encountered an accident on the way to migration.
In any case, General Fu was abandoned by her tribe, which is good news for Han Cheng.
Because at the beginning, he was always worried that one day the wolves would suddenly come back and take Fu away.
After such a long time, his worries were gradually let go.
The weather is gradually getting colder, and when the mountains are covered with red and the forests are dyed, the last wooden raft of the wall inside the tribe has been demolished.
Looking at this small world surrounded by thick walls, all the people in the tribe smiled sincerely, and some children even rolled happily on the ground.
The half-grown Fu Jiang was also jumping around wildly, his tail wagging from time to time.
After Han Cheng's tireless training over the past few months, Fu Jiang has completely mastered the skill of wagging his tail, and is gradually developing towards instinct.
This guy also successfully completed the first step of metamorphosis from wolf to dog...
Oh, no, it should be said that we have successfully taken a big step closer to the second-level divine beast Erha...
When Han Cheng directed his senior brother and the others to fix the two doors made of thicker wooden sticks on the 'door shafts' prepared in advance, they closed the two doors and inserted them with strong wooden sticks.
After that, the last loophole in this world was completely blocked.
From now on, this world has truly become the private space of the Qingque tribe.
Here they can play as they please without worrying about a sudden attack by wild animals.
The two gates are made using the technique of braiding wooden rafts, but they are stronger and thicker than wooden rafts. In order to build these two gates, I have been busy for more than a month!
From the start of construction to the completion today, the 1,100-meter-circumference wall took almost five months!
During these five months, the tribesmen suffered a lot, including the underage children.
But there are also many rewards. In addition to this safe world, it is more of a training for these minors.
After several months of labor, these children overall seemed much calmer.
Even Han Cheng also gained a lot.
After the gate was installed, a carnival began to brew in the tribe.
Fresh fish, dried salted fish, bacon that had been dried as a reserve food, and several pieces of smoked meat were all taken out by the senior brother and placed on a wooden raft specially used for food.
, piled high.
The fire was lit, and a large vat used as a pot was placed on the fire. Most of the vat was filled with clean water, and the rest was the cleaned salted fish.
The cured bacon and smoked meat are stuck on branches and roasted on the fire, and the fragrance lingers.
The firelight danced, reflecting faces that were either old, resolute, or young.
There was a smile from the heart all over the face. Compared with the previous smile that was simply because there was food to eat, this smile seemed to have something extra.
This carnival was different from the past. This time it was held in a place they had just built and called the "yard" by the Son of God.
After these few months of continuous consumption of building the fence, basically all the fallen trees in the courtyard are left are thick trunks and some thick branches that cannot be helped.
They used sticks as thick as bowls to pry these tree trunks aside, and a large open space was cleared at the entrance of the cave.
The carnival took place in this open space.
The food served tonight was rich enough for everyone to enjoy. Even Fu Jiang, a half-grown wolf cub, was so overwhelmed that he rolled his eyes.
The steady shaman danced and said a lot of tribal languages and Mandarin, and then he grinned uncontrollably.
I laughed until the end, until I burst into tears...
Under the leadership of Wu, everyone stood up together. Facing Han Cheng, who was groaning with laughter and curses, Fu Jiang was rubbing his belly. He respectfully called out: "Son of God" and then put his right hand on his left chest, respectfully.
He bowed respectfully...
The stars are brilliant, the night breeze is caressing, and in the cool weather, fireflies are flying from the river, seeming to want to participate in this joyful carnival.
The people of the Qingque tribe deserve this carnival. After working hard for several months, they have reason to celebrate themselves with such a carnival!
The sun, which seemed much gentler, rose from the east and then climbed all the way to the top of the head. In the past, the Blue Bird Tribe was already in full swing, but now it was still quiet.
Most of the people were still sleeping, but a few woke up and quietly came outside the cave, basking in the warm sunshine and looking at the courtyard they had built with their own hands with satisfaction.
Once the tense body and mind relaxed, fatigue would well up like water. It was not until the afternoon that the Qingque Tribe opened its eyes sleepily.
After the wall was built, the entire tribe rested for three days. On the fourth day, the senior brother and the others went to pick the fruits again with their tools.
After all, autumn is a season for storing food.
However, compared with the previous all-out effort, this year's Qingque Tribe is much more relaxed.
Not to mention the fresh fish in the river, the large amount of salted dried fish stored in the tribe is enough for them to eat for a long time.
However, the eldest brother still took the tribe members to the orchard that was occupied by other tribes last year.
The senior brother was very unhappy that the orchard they had been harvesting for many years was occupied by others. This was not only food, but also face.
Even though he knew that the chance of winning here was not very high, he still wanted to fight for it!
Of course, he didn't tell the shaman or the son of God about this matter, he just suggested that he go to other places to pick fruits.
Han Cheng had heard of a saying before, called "the wind follows a line". It means that where strong winds pass by on land, they will not affect the particularly wide area. The most central area is usually only a few miles or more than a dozen miles away.
between.
The strong wind blows like a line drawn on the ground.
The same was true for the storm that the Qingque tribe encountered a few months ago.
The Qingque tribe happened to be on the path of the storm, so the damage nearby was particularly severe. Those further away were far less severe.
The orchard would inevitably be affected by that big storm, and the fruits it produced were not as much as in previous years, but the ones on the trees were enough for the Qingque Tribe.
(This is the last time I ask for votes this week. Really, if not, hit me - Mo Shoubai, who was dizzy from practicing immortality last night)
