Although the plate was very ugly, it was still a container, which greatly encouraged me.

I then copied the design and made several bowls and a large pot.

The pot wasn't very pretty, but it was still a success.

With containers, we have a much wider variety of food to eat.

That evening we had fish soup, mushroom stewed with venison, and some wild vegetables, which made it look like a simple hot pot.

Xu Wei's eyes reddened as she ate.

"I don't know if we'll ever be able to go back. It's been so long, our families must be so worried..."

Xu Wei's few words stirred up everyone's sorrow.

I can't stand seeing women cry, so I quickly tried to boost morale.

"Oh dear! Don't you always complain about being tired when you're working at the company? This time, let's just treat it as an opportunity to experience life! Look how well we've been doing lately, haven't we? We have meat, fruit, and vegetables. Don't cry anymore, tomorrow your brother will make you a clay doll, and you can cuddle with it tonight, okay?"

My words made Wang Xiaoxiao and Xiao Qiang burst out laughing.

Xu Wei then felt a little embarrassed, wiped away her tears, and glared at me.

For the next few days, I went to circle around the trap every day, but I still came up empty-handed.

It seems difficult to get these beasts to jump into the pit and be caught by me. So I'll have to think of another way. After all, how could I, a human, be no match for a few wild beasts?

Before returning to the cave that evening, I gathered a lot of branches with a few people, and once back in the cave, I started weaving baskets.

I learned this skill from my grandfather when I was little, and I never thought it would actually come in handy today.

The large basket was finished the next day.

I used soft vines to hang the basket upside down, still next to the trap, with meat skewered on the branches.

I squatted there for the whole morning, but there was no reaction under the tree. A few birds did fly over and peck at the meat on it.

It was almost afternoon, and I still hadn't seen a single lynx.

I figured I wouldn't get anything today, so I was about to climb down the tree and take the meat back with me when suddenly I heard footsteps coming from under the tree. The sound was so loud that I knew without a doubt it was a big guy.

I immediately held my breath, trying to minimize my presence.

Then a brown bear walked step by step toward the tree.

This brown bear was much smaller than the one I saw that day, but it was still very majestic.

It was approaching me casually, step by step.

I was somewhat surprised and a little scared.

That day I fought that lynx and suffered such a great loss; if I were to face this brown bear, I would surely die.

He held the dagger in his hand, his palms already sweating.

The brown bear seemed to be just passing by, but as it passed the tree branch stuck in the middle of the trap, it seemed to be attracted by the piece of meat. It twitched its nose, stopped in its tracks, and turned its head to look at the branch with some confusion.

The branch is in the middle of the trap; if it walks over, it will fall into the trap.

However, the trap wasn't very big, after all, the tools were limited, and my intention at the time was just to catch a few lynxes, I never expected to encounter this thing!

Moreover, this brown bear is more than ten times larger than Sheli, so the trap poses no threat to it whatsoever. It might even make all my efforts over the past few days go to waste.

I really didn't have the guts to fight a brown bear. I could only grip the dagger tightly, breathe carefully, and hope that the bear would eat the meat and then leave quickly.

But to everyone's surprise, this brown bear was actually quite stupid. Its eyes lit up when it saw the meat, and after a few seconds of stunned silence, it stood upright and walked straight toward the trap.

To increase the damage, I deliberately put a lot of water and sharp thorns inside the trap when I dug it.

The brown bear was clearly startled the moment it stepped inside. It trembled and tried to walk out by supporting itself with its huge paws.

But just then, the large basket that was hanging from the tree branch suddenly slammed down on the brown bear's head.

I almost screamed, only then realizing that I had been holding onto the basket with thin vines, but the other side of the vines was being pulled by the branch with the flesh stuck in it!

The brown bear tugged at the branch, which pulled on the vines clinging to the basket, causing the basket, full of stones, to tip over, hitting the bear and making it howl in pain.

I knew something was wrong, but there was nowhere to hide. I could only hold my breath and continue to keep a low profile in the tree.

The brown bear struggled to climb out of the trap, but failed several times, letting out even louder howls.

It seems that its feet were pricked by those branches, which is why it couldn't break free.

On a whim, if I were to jump down now and slash at its large neck with a dagger, what are my chances of winning?

After thinking it over, I realized I was a bit of a coward.

The chances of winning are slim!

But then I thought, since this thing has come to me of its own accord, I'm not willing to just let it go.

After all, it wasn't easy for me to dig this trap, and now it's collapsed because of this mess, and the lynx is dead.

"Damn it, let's give it a shot!"

The brown bear was still struggling desperately under the tree. I took a deep breath, calculated the distance between myself and the brown bear, gripped the dagger in my hand, and jumped directly down towards the brown bear's head.

The moment I landed, the brown bear reacted and looked up at me.

A surge of joy filled me, and I immediately raised the dagger in my hand, aiming it directly at the brown bear's skull.

This can be considered using someone else's strength against them.

After all, although I come from a military background and have some skills, I really have no confidence in killing a bear with my bare hands.

Fortunately, I jumped from a high place, and this strike used all my strength.

The knife indeed pierced through, and the brown bear, in pain, became agitated and actually stretched out its paw to knock me away.

I landed on the ground, my internal organs aching terribly, but I still managed to quickly pick up a stone and hide behind another tree.

The brown bear was howling in pain and had no time to pay attention to me. It was scratching wildly on its head with its big paws and twisting its whole body, making my heart jump.

I silently prayed in my heart, "Die! Die! Die!"

Before I could finish the third prayer, I suddenly heard a wolf howl in the distance. I was startled and then completely dumbfounded.

Damn it, is it here to steal my food?