Chapter 89 The wolf that chanted to the moon and the deer that didn't want to graze
It was Han Cheng's special arrangement to let Ruhua and the others eat last.
Although no one in the tribe objected to rescuing these three people, Han Cheng knew that many people still felt uncomfortable with it. In order not to affect the unity within the tribe and take care of the emotions of everyone in the tribe, he deliberately stopped eating.
distinguish these subtle aspects.
Improve the status of the original people of the Qingque tribe and lower their status, so that the people of the Qingque tribe will feel balanced in their hearts.
In addition to eating, other aspects such as sleeping are farthest from the fire and closest to the cave entrance.
The heavy snow that started falling in the morning stopped in the evening. By this time, the sky also cleared up, and a bright moon hung in the clean night sky, looking particularly bright and quiet.
Han Cheng wore a hat and gloves, and a red fox fur scarf around his neck. He held his hands in front of his chest and stood in the snow outside the cave, quietly looking at the clear moonlight after the snow.
An indescribable tranquility enveloped my heart.
Because the ground was covered with a thick layer of snow and a bright moon hung in the night sky, the night looked very bright.
Standing here, Han Cheng could see the wall farthest away from him, as well as the person standing guard behind the wall, who was like a sculpture.
Under the night, they appear dark and hazy, like a black curtain separating the distant sky.
The sudden attack of the Tengshe tribe the day before yesterday sounded the alarm for everyone in the Qingque tribe.
Although they repelled the tribe, no one was sure that the tribe would not come back. For the sake of the tribe and the safety of everyone, after temporarily dealing with the issues left over from the war that day, the three giants of the Qingque tribe held a meeting to address this matter.
Had an emergency meeting.
The result of the meeting was to change the guard system from daytime to all-day, with someone also required to guard behind the wall at night.
"Ouch~"
Such a quiet and beautiful night not only affects people, but also wolves.
Fu Jiang, who was following Han Cheng, didn't know what he realized from the night. He raised his head and expressed his emotions to the bright moon in the sky, his voice was desolate and distant.
However, its expression of emotion was not smooth, and it was forcibly interrupted less than halfway through its cry.
A small hand patted it on the head, slapping all the screams behind it back to its stomach.
The only person who dares to treat Mr. Fu Jiang so arrogantly is Han Cheng, a bastard.
He turned to look at Fu Jiang, who looked aggrieved. What evil had he done to end up with the same master?
After all, I am also a ferocious wolf, so I can’t save myself some face. A wolf also wants to save face, okay?
"Woof, woof, woof."
Under the full moon, in the quiet night, Han Cheng looked at General Fu and spoke a foreign language that he desperately didn't want to speak.
Han Cheng was also very tired. He came to a primitive society and taught the people in the tribe to speak Mandarin. Now he has to teach a wolf how to bark like a dog!
There is no justice!
How could there be such a miserable time traveler like myself...
Fu Jiang regretted it very much now. What was he doing with his howling?
After hearing this syllable from his master, the hair on Fu Jiang's body stood up.
It quietly rolled its eyes at its owner, then... turned around and ran away.
How could Han Cheng, who could even speak the dog's language, let the dog succeed? He reached out and grabbed the dog's ears. Then he glared at the lucky general.
The fortune will be wilted and dejected.
"Woof, woof, woof."
Han Cheng looked at it and spoke again.
He couldn't run anymore, he had no way to retreat, and he had no choice but to open a wolf kiss unwillingly.
"Woo, woo, woo,"
It is really difficult for a wolf to bark like a dog!
Even though the hair on Fu Jiang's body exploded, all he made was a slightly similar whine.
Han Cheng was already very happy about this.
Teaching Fu Jiang to learn foreign languages was something he did on a whim. After persisting for a while, Fu Jiang was able to make such a whine, which greatly exceeded Han Cheng's expectations.
"Woof, woof, woof."
"Woo, woo, woo,"
"Woof, woof, woof."
"Woo, woo, woo."
In the courtyard of the Qingque tribe, there was such a magical scene - a man and a wolf were having a conversation in the language of the dogs, and they didn't know what it meant.
Moreover, the more people talk, the more excited they become, while the more the wolf talks, the more uncomfortable it becomes. The "whining" sound it reluctantly makes sounds more and more like the whimpering of an angry little daughter-in-law.
It's so heart-breaking. It's really heart-breaking. How could anyone be so difficult for a wolf?
After a conversation, Han Cheng let go of the lucky general's ears. Like a lucky general who had received amnesty, he slithered, turned around and ran back into the cave. At this time, it just wanted to leave its terrifying master as soon as possible, as far away as possible.
!
Han Cheng rubbed his mouth. Damn it, don't wait until the end. If Fu Jiang doesn't teach him well, he won't be able to change...
Heavy snow covers the mountains and forests, not only the primitive people lack food, but also the animals.
Carnivorous animals are better off, after all, they need meat and will not be covered by heavy snow, but herbivorous animals will be uncomfortable.
Salt Mountain.
The arrogant Mr. Deer used his slender hooves to dig open a piece of thick snow, revealing some dead grass with snow residue.
It stretched out its head and came closer, stretched out its tongue to wrap around the withered grass, bit it with its teeth, and pulled hard up and down, and the old yellow grass with ice fell into its mouth.
The grass had a bad taste, was cold, hard, and very difficult to chew, so after it was turned around in Uncle Deer's mouth, he rinsed it out again.
Uncle Deer snorted in disgust, then raised his head and looked to the south. It was as quiet as ever and there was nothing there. After looking at it for a while, the disappointed Uncle Deer had to lower his head to eat the hard meat that he disliked.
Grass.
In the past, Uncle Deer was not like this. He still happily ate the grass pulled out of the snow nest, but this year he couldn't.
Since the beginning of winter, those "two-legged beasts" with short legs have often fed it delicious dried grass for more than a month. Unknowingly, the deer's mouth has been fed.
It was used to eating sun-dried grass that tasted like sunshine, but now it found it hard to eat grass plucked from the snow nest.
Although its younger brothers are not as serious as it, they are also not as popular as before.
Uncle Deer ate the grass on the ground one bite at a time, looking a little absent-minded.
Suddenly, its long ears turned half a circle, facing south, and its head was raised accordingly.
On the snowy ground in the south, a group of Twolegs appeared, led by the little Twoleg that was often bullied by it and had to pay tribute to its food.
In the little Twoleg's arms, he still held the dried grass that he dreamed of.
It hasn't been eaten in two days!
The proud and arrogant Mr. Deer also became arrogant. He snorted happily, and then ran quickly towards the little two-legged beast with his slender legs...
(Thank you all book friends for your understanding and support. Thank you. I won’t cut it off. It’s a shame to spend so much time cutting it off. I just feel helpless thinking about it. I keep thinking about salted fish turning over, but the posture is always wrong...slow
Take your time, a daughter-in-law will become a mother-in-law after ten years.)
