Chapter 598 Green Grass

On the ancient continent, human bodies are weak and building houses is a very luxurious thing.

It cannot be said that no one has tried it.

But after discovering that houses built of wood were not only unable to resist the attacks of ferocious beasts, but also did not keep warm in winter, no one tried to build houses by themselves anymore.

Most people choose natural hidden caves or dig semi-underground caves to become ancient Viet Cong.

It's a bit cowardly.

But this is an effective solution for humans who are unable to compete with ferocious beasts, isn't it?

Qingcao, whose strength increased greatly after accidentally eating a strange fruit, also had some unrealistic ideas.

Why do we humans have to live in caves?

The cave is cold at night, stuffy in summer, and freezing in winter. If you go deep into it, you will often have difficulty breathing.

It would be great if I could create a better cave according to my own wishes.

After life dealt her one heavy blow after another, Qingcao gave up this "naive" idea.

A cave is a cave.

At least when ferocious beasts attack, they can withstand most of the attacks, and the tribesmen can also escape from the underground caves dug in advance to avoid being attacked.

Over the past ten or twenty years, Qingcao has been leading his people to dig various intricate escape routes.

These methods, which seem extremely backward and primitive to modern humans, have actually deceived the ferocious beasts time and time again, allowing the people of the Green Grass Tribe to live safely until now.

This custom continues to this day.

Especially when Qingcao discovered that his combat power was continuously declining and his Qi and blood were seriously depleted, he often urged the tribesmen who did not need to work to continue digging.

To date, the Green Grass Tribe has seventeen escape routes leading to various directions and locations.

A cunning rabbit has three burrows, just like that.

But Qingcao thinks that this is not enough, far from enough.

If you want to live as fully as possible, caution must be the first priority, and no amount of preparation is enough.

This was the truth she had learned when she was young, while hunting a ferocious rabbit beast.

If the rabbits in that nest had dug out more escape routes, they would not have been smoked out of the underground cave by her and become a delicious delicacy for the Green Grass Tribe that night.

"Grandma, winter seems to have arrived earlier this year, and the weather is getting colder."

In front of the Green Grass Tribe's campfire, a man wrapped in thick animal skins couldn't help but shiver and said with a sad face.

"The river is frozen. Little Stone and I went fishing just now. It took a lot of effort just to break through the thick ice. As a result, from sunrise to sunset, we didn't catch a single fish."

Grandmother, this is the respectful name given to Qingcao by the people of the Qingcao tribe, which comes from her age.

In this era, a tribe of this size is more like a slightly larger family than a tribe.

People are busy struggling for survival every day, and things like language art that are not related to survival basically do not exist.

If Xiaoshan became the tribal leader, the way the tribesmen addressed him might not change at all.

It is also possible that one day, on an ordinary day, an idle member of the tribe will come up with a word called "chief" to refer to the person who has always led them.

The green grass, which is nearly fifty years old, looks very old.

Her energy and blood had declined to the extreme, her upper body was hunched, and her skin was as dry as tree bark.

"There's not enough prey this year, so I'm afraid everyone will have to cut back on food."

The voice of the grass is kind and powerful, like a country grandmother.

Although he looks thin and skinny, he is extremely energetic when doing farm work and can walk dozens of miles of mountain roads in one breath without changing his expression.

She slowly lifted the animal skin covering her legs, gently draped it over the man, and patted his back.

"Grandma, how can this be possible! Your body..."

The man suddenly looked anxious and was ready to take off the animal skin and put it back on Qingcao.

But no matter how hard he tried, the dry hand that looked so weak that it could barely even lift a finger still held his wrist tightly, making him completely unable to move.

"Haha, Big Stone, I'm not that fragile, Grandma." Qingcao couldn't help but laugh. "No matter what, I'm also a beast-blooded warrior. I'm much more resistant to cold than you ordinary people."

Big Stone's face flushed: "But you...but you now..."

"Okay! Be obedient!"

Qingcao pretended to put on a serious face and interrupted him before he could finish his words.

"My old bones can still live for at least another ten years. You bastard, live longer than me first before you try to show off!"

"I"

The big rock suddenly wilts.

He is twenty-five years old this year.

On Blue Star, this age is just a greenhorn, a college student who has just graduated for two years and entered the society. He is synonymous with youth and exuberance.

But in the ancient continent, Dashitou is almost old enough to be a grandfather.

To be honest, he really had no confidence that he could live another ten years.

At least his parents, and his parents' parents, died before the age of 35 due to various natural disasters and animal calamities.

Just as the big stone fell into a decadent state of thinking about life, several men and women with dusty and dejected faces walked in from outside the cave.

These people, both men and women, were all wearing very thin clothes, simply wrapped in animal skins.

Their muscles are very developed, and on Blue Planet they can be considered as bodybuilders. They exude a fierce aura similar to that of wild beasts.

Judging from the crisscrossing lines on their bodies, there was no doubt that they were the beast-blood warriors who had returned early.

"Grandmother."

The leading beast-blood warrior spoke in a low voice, his head subconsciously lowered and his eyes looking at the ground.

"We...we didn't get any prey today. We didn't even see any ordinary wild animals."

It has been a month since I returned to the tribe.

As usual, they went out hunting before dawn every day and returned just before sunset.

But not much prey was brought back.

Not to mention increasing the tribe's food reserves for the winter, even maintaining a balance between income and expenditure is difficult.

Every beast-blood warrior has a huge appetite.

As the temporary leader in Xiaoshan's absence, this beast-blooded warrior blames himself deeply for his incompetence and the current state of the tribe's future.

The other beast-blood warriors also lowered their heads with expressions of shame.

"Don't be too hard on yourselves, children. Hunting isn't like fetching water from the river. Even the most experienced hunter won't be rewarded every day." Qingcao gently consoled him. "First, warm yourself by the fire and drink some hot water. The future of the tribe depends on you."

"Brother Bone, it's not just you. We've been freezing by the river all day and haven't caught any fish. It's like everything in the water is dead," Big Rock said in a low voice. "It's like God is cursing us. We haven't caught anything in two whole days!"

The burly man known as Bones pursed his lips tightly and forced an unpleasant smile: "Then Xiaohua and the others don't have any today either."

Qingcao sighed and shook his head slightly. "Aside from the batch of fruits picked at the beginning of autumn, the rest has completely disappeared. Several fruit forests that were lush and growing well last year are now barren, and many have even become dead trees."

Bone's face suddenly turned pale and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The bone spear that he was holding tightly in his hand suddenly fell to the side.

"It's over. It's over!" Bone said with a sad face. "Brother Xiaoshan and the others have been gone for a month and haven't come back yet. The food in the tribe is not enough to survive the winter, and we can't get more food. How are we going to survive this winter?"

"We...we will go out hunting at night as well!" the female beast-blood warrior gritted her teeth.

"Don't even think about it!"

Qingcao glared suddenly, and a ray of fiery light suddenly flashed in his old and turbid eyes, and the temperature of the cold cave entrance seemed to rise.

She was like a tigress in her twilight years.

Even though the sun is setting, its majesty remains.

"Vine, what did I tell you? I never told you that the forest at night is extremely dangerous and you're absolutely not allowed to go there! This is a lesson learned through bloodshed, and it's the experience gained by countless tribesmen at the cost of their lives. Do you really think you can be safe just because you have some strength?"

"We can't let our people starve to death!" There was a look of grievance in Vine's eyes, but he was still stubborn.

"This is nonsense! This is courting death!" Qingcao shouted harshly, "Every Beast Blood Warrior is vital to the tribe. This concerns the tribe's future! Do you think you only have one life? If you die, everything will be over. Without your fighting power, there will be even less prey in the future. What will happen to the others in the tribe? Have you ever thought about it?"

"I"

Ivy opened her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes.

Do we really have to watch our fellow tribesmen freeze to death or starve to death due to lack of food and clothing?

There really is no other way.

At this moment, there is silence.

The only sound was the crackling of burning wood in the fire.

The afterglow of the setting sun was swallowed up by the darkness at this moment, and the last ray of light belonging to the sky disappeared at the horizon.

The sky darkened, only the fire was still burning.

"The situation this year is very unusual. Perhaps a powerful beast has made its home near us, scaring off other wild beasts and weaker beasts. This isn't your fault."

Qingcao's tone softened slightly, and the heat burning in his eyes gradually died down, returning to his turbid look.

"I asked them to chop more firewood. If everyone saves money and keeps the fire burning, it might be warmer than in previous years. As for whether we can survive this winter, it all depends on God's will."

Listening to Qingcao's comforting words and the faint laughter of children coming from the depths of the cave, the several beast-blood warriors became even more silent.

His expression became more and more distressed.

If burning a brighter fire could solve the problem of hunger and cold, would winter still be so unbearable?

If there is not enough ferocious beast meat to eat to activate the blood circulation in the body to keep warm, then the cold winter that is like scraping a knife will freeze people to death!

"I think there's more hope if I go out at night and give it a try."

Tengman's words broke this impasse, but she still insisted on her own ideas.

"Even if the danger is greater at night, at least we can see our prey instead of being helpless in the face of the empty forest! We can rely on our experience to spend the night in the wild, so we can definitely try hunting in the wild!"

"Rather than trusting in God, I prefer to trust myself. Even if we die, we still have Xiaoshan, Uncle Liegong and the others. They are much stronger than us, and the tribe will never..."

Looking at Qingcao's eyes that were gradually becoming sharper, the voice of the vines became smaller and smaller, and finally it completely disappeared.

"Xiaoshan? Hunting bow?"

Qingcao's voice turned cold, and a trace of imperceptible sadness flashed in his eyes, which were as sharp as a knife.

"Stop kidding yourself! They're already dead. As beast-blood warriors and hunters, you should know this all too well!"

"Xiaoshan is not an ignorant person. If they just didn't get any results, or if the results were not as expected, they should have returned long ago!"

"But they didn't!"

"It has been a full thirty-one days and nights since you separated, and you still haven't returned to the clan. You should all know what this means!"

The cave entrance fell into silence again.

Yes, they all knew the dangers of the night, and they also knew how low the possibility of returning safely was after not returning to the tribe for such a long time.

But they don't want to think about it, nor do they want to believe it.

As long as Xiaoshan and the others have not returned, there is hope, even if it is pitifully small.

Now this hope has been ruthlessly shattered by the green grass, and all the beast-blood warriors are forced to face the impending bleak reality and the dripping blood.

Seeing their expressions, Qingcao couldn't help but sigh.

Xiaoshan led half of the beast-blooded warriors to fight for the tribe. Their chances of survival were slim. As a mother, how could she not be heartbroken?

Doesn't she want to escape?

But she couldn't.

Because she is the leader of the tribe and the grandmother who bears responsibilities.

She must stay calm and lead her people to struggle to survive in this dangerous world.

Just when Qingcao wanted to say something to comfort and encourage these beast-blooded warriors, a chill suddenly rushed from his tailbone to the top of his head.

An indescribable sense of crisis arose in her heart, as if something terrible was about to happen in the next second!

"Let's go! Take our people and leave! Now!"

The moment Qingcao gave the order, a terrifying roar exploded in the night sky.

An extremely terrifying and ferocious aura swept across, locking onto the small cave in an instant.

The expressions of the beast-blood warriors all changed suddenly.

Bone stood up from the ground and was about to move forward with his gun in hand when he was thrown into the cave by a huge force.

It's green grass!

Her cloudy eyes were gradually replaced by a blazing flame. Her hunched back straightened up at this moment, and an astonishing aura burst out from her body.

It is actually no less than a small mountain!

"Take the people and leave quickly. Take as much dried meat as you can, and throw away the heavy tools! After I die, Bones will be the new leader and will lead the people to continue on their journey!"

Qingcao, whose appearance had inexplicably regained some of his youthfulness, took off the bone bow. The animal patterns on his body burst into a fiery red. He drew an arrow from the quiver and put it on the string.

In an instant, the bow was like a full moon.

The scorching temperature continued to rise from the cold cave entrance, making it feel like an unbearable burning sensation.

The bow is like a full moon.

An arrow was shot out, the bone arrowhead burned with flames, drew an arc in the air and disappeared into the darkness.

A beast roar even more ferocious than before erupted immediately, mixed with indescribable anger.

Qingcao turned around and yelled at the few people who were still in a daze: "Hurry up and leave! The other party is coming soon! If you don't leave now, no one will be able to leave!"

(End of this chapter)