The heavy snowing stopped, and the surroundings were still completely white. The temperature did not rise. On the contrary, it became even colder after the snowing stopped.
Under the blanket of white snow, everything was quiet and there were few sightings. There were only a few extremely hungry birds in the thin snow, using their paws to claw away the heavy snow, looking for some grass seeds and the like to survive.
In the vast white distance, some small black spots appeared. These black spots were slowly moving and getting bigger.
Gradually, it became clear that these black spots were a group of people trudging through the snow.
These people were wrapped in thick animal skins and breathed white air from their mouths. Their eyebrows, beards and hair above their foreheads were stained with a layer of white frost.
Some people tucked their weapons under their arms because of the cold.
Although the weather was cold, Blackstone and the people of the Blackstone tribe were very happy because they brought back enough food for the tribe.
In their ranks, there were also more people walking than them.
The furs on these people's bodies were not particularly large, and they were mainly female adults, mixed with some half-grown children, some male adults, and babies in their arms.
These people also had animal skin packages hanging on their bodies, and inside the packages were uneaten food that had been stored in their caves.
Now these foods are being driven by these evil people along with them, towards the place where the evil people live.
The fate of many of them is the same as the food they carry, they will be eaten as food.
Even so, they did not dare to resist, because those who dared to resist had already been killed when they were in the tribe.
They no longer have the courage to resist. The weapons made of black stones held by those people are too sharp and can cut off the weapons they and others are holding!
While the people of the Black Stone Tribe were driving these people forward, some of them were dragging some hard objects, which were the male adults of the tribe who had been killed by them, and some people who were walking on the road.
And those who die are weak.
If it were a season when food was plentiful, Black Rock and the people in the tribe would not eat food that looked the same as them.
But now, the cold winter is coming, there is no extra food, and the food obtained by the tribe after the attack is not enough to satisfy the people in the tribe, so they will not let these similar people go.
After all, if they don't eat them, the people in the tribe will starve, or someone will starve to death.
In previous years, when there was a food shortage, some people in the tribe starved to death. Those who starved to death were thrown away and instead eaten by them.
Because if we don't do this, more people will starve to death.
Your stomach determines everything. When you are hungry to a certain level, you can put aside many things. Human relations and laws are not as important as food.
In an era with the constraints of etiquette and law, after starving for thousands of miles, people would exchange their children for food, let alone an era when etiquette and law were not developed at all...
"Pulling lengrim..."
Getting closer and closer to the crowd, startling the birds looking for food.
After the crowd passed by, the birds that had landed not far away flew back again and continued to search for food in their snow nests.
Because of hunger, even they are too lazy to spread their wings and fly more.
In the cave of the Black Stone Tribe, flames rose and there was laughter and laughter.
The leader, Black Stone, looked at this scene with a smile on his face. He and his people found enough food for the tribe. The people in the tribe will not die of cold and hunger this year.
His eyes turned away from the food and the jubilant crowd, and fell on the black stone weapon not far away.
A strong self-confidence emerged in his heart.
With this weapon given by God, he has the confidence to lead the people in your tribe to get more food! Make the tribe stronger.
No tribe will be able to rival its own tribe! Those tribes that dare to resist will be like these two tribes.
Their weapons and bodies will be cut apart by the black stones of their own tribe!
The feeling of confidence spreads in the hearts of Blackstone and all the people in the Blackstone tribe, and everyone is convinced of this.
The dead insects and their lives awakened this tribe with god-level weapons, allowing them to truly realize their own strength...
The Qingque tribe far away from here is also completely white at this time.
The thick walls, the watchtowers on top of the walls, and the thatched and black-tiled roofs are all covered with a layer of snow.
However, unlike other places, there is not much snow on the roof, and there are water droplets dripping along the ice hanging on the eaves.
In the Qingque tribe, every room inhabited by people has a kang burning to keep the room warm, so snow cannot accumulate on it for too long.
The cold wind, which has become much weaker after crossing the wall, blows the rows of crystal ice hanging under the eaves, blows the broken straw hat on the snowman's head, shakes the wind chimes made of crystal ice, and shakes a
The note of 'Dingling bell...' has a crisp sound, like transparent ice.
Among such sounds, sometimes there is a burst of show-off cries from the chicken coop like chickens laying eggs.
With sufficient food supply, some chickens have also broken through their own laws and can lay eggs in winter.
What do you think about when you are full after eating? This is not only true for people, but also for chickens.
In the next circle, the geese whose feathers were clipped...
Someone appeared with a stick and knocked on the ice hanging under the eaves. After a crisp sound, a pile of broken ice and jade appeared on the ground.
The minors ran over cheering and squatted there to look for the ice cream that suited their liking.
The younger ones, wrapped like rice dumplings, clumsy and staggering, also ran that way...
In the winter, the Qingque Tribe compound is less busy than in the past and more leisurely, lazy and warm. It always makes people feel comfortable when they look at it.
At this time, if we could push open the doors of the three houses where the respected gods and shamans lived in the tribe, and see the scene inside, those who couldn't bear the hunger in the winter would definitely be drooling and yelling.
Used as a living room, the middle room was filled with white water vapor.
The stone table in the middle turned into a square stove made of bricks, mud and other things at some point.
The stove is one meter square and only one meter high. In the middle of the stove is an earthenware pot about thirty centimeters in diameter, like a clay pot.
At this time, the burning flames in the small stove reflected the fire pond red, and the water in the clay pot was bubbling.
Seeing that there was not much food in the pottery pot, Han Cheng, who was smiling, turned around and brought out a plate from a wooden shelf not far away. The plate was cut with a copper knife and was as thin as slightly transparent mutton slices.
A plate of mutton slices was poured into the earthenware pot one after another. The group of people who were eating were sweating slightly. No one said anything, and all their eyes were fixed on the earthenware pot.
The thin slices of mutton were cooked when rolled slightly. After Han Cheng scooped them out with chopsticks, the rest of the Qingque tribe's senior officials all quickly attacked with chopsticks in one hand and bowls in the other. In the blink of an eye, a plate of freshly cooked mutton had been divided up.
Everything was clean.
Foodies, a bunch of foodies!
Han Cheng could not help but sigh with emotion as he put the mutton into his mouth.
At this time, Wu had obviously forgotten what Han Cheng said when he called him to eat food not long ago. At this time, he used the key of "steady, accurate and ruthless" when using chopsticks. With one chopstick, he could get half a bowl of mutton slices out.
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Although they are all missing a few teeth, their eating speed is not at all inferior to young people like Han Cheng.
He ate up the mutton in the bowl in a hurry. Without Han Cheng having to do anything, he brought another plate of mutton to the pot and poured half a plate of frozen tofu into it.
