Acid rain fell for some time.
In this mountain, at a glance, there is no living tree to be seen.
Materials can only be taken from past buildings.
Things are back to square one.
If these termites cannot be driven out, the wood will be hollowed out by termites.
The tribesmen would not only lose their shelter from the acid rain, but also their food.
In the dungeon, another twenty or thirty people came in one after another.
It was dark in the dungeon.
It's also very crowded.
Everyone was very busy. Looking at the busy crowd, Lu Xiaocao felt a deep sadness in her heart.
At such times, she would envy,
At least other people still think that what they do is meaningful.
When things get bad to a certain point,
People who stand on high ground will feel it first.
A tangle of confusion and despair.
Lu Xiaocao killed many people.
There is little food and too many people.
A little trouble could be grounds for execution.
Lu Xiaocao formulated an almost strict rule to maintain order.
With the goddess's intimidation and the confidence she brought, the tribe managed to maintain order.
The devout faith consolidated Lu Xiaocao's rule.
It also allowed Yu Xifeng to sneak out of the northern base.
Yu Xifeng lived in a single room in the dungeon.
Lu Xiaocao would not send grass seeds, black bread or other things to Yu Xifeng.
But the meat of the mutants is not tasty, and the mushrooms cultivated by the tribe are not tasty either.
Even though Yu Xifeng said no,
Food is still delivered every day.
It wasn't sent by Lu Xiaocao.
It was sent by others spontaneously.
There are even people coming every day to replace them with new ones.
Once, Yu Xifeng walked out of the house and saw three incense sticks lit on the wall.
Life is so difficult that we always have to find a glimmer of possibility to survive.
Yu Xifeng understood... not a single bit.
Let’s not talk about where the fragrance comes from.
This feeling is hard to describe.
The person is not dead yet, but has already been worshipped.
On the fourth day after moving into the dungeon,
When Yu Xifeng opened the door,
Lu Xiaocao squatted at the door, holding a plate with a steamed potato on it.
"goddess."
Yu Xifeng said, "Why did you come here in person without knocking?"
The shadow was lingering back and forth at the door.
Lu Xiaocao should be very busy now.
"Goddess, I, I can't do it," Lu Xiaocao lowered her voice, "Let's leave here."
Yu Xifeng raised his eyebrows.
Lu Xiaocao originally thought that he had done a pretty good job.
Maybe the process is a little tortuous, maybe it depends on the help of the goddess.
But she did it, didn't she?
She is the youngest one.
During this time, she did do some things.
She had originally thought that by the time the acid rain was over, the mushrooms would be almost grown.
She can replenish the lost people in the tribe.
She can make people go further away,
Go look for resources far away and find out news from afar.
Maybe we can find the jade that the goddess needs.
There were still not enough arrows for the crossbow, so she talked to the hunter and learned that as long as they could find bamboo, they could make a bamboo crossbow.
In Lu Xiaocao's vision, as long as the acid rain is over, the tribe will still have great potential.
Lu Xiaocao looked painful: "Goddess, let's... leave here and take the remaining food. Maybe we can wait until the acid rain stops."
She said so.
The words she said left her breathless.
Yu Xifeng reached out and touched Lu Xiaocao's head.
"He's grown taller." Yu Xifeng said.
"You should know that many people believe that the world will be destroyed by natural disasters sooner or later. After the polar night, there is the plague. After the plague, there is acid rain. Even if the acid rain ends..." Yu Xifeng asked, "What if the acid rain doesn't end?"
A lot of what we did for the tribe was meaningless.
The same applies when I travel with my sister and myself, the so-called goddess.
Lu Xiaocao didn't even think about it: "Everyone will die eventually."
Everyone will die eventually, so it’s better to live longer if you can.
Yu Xifeng laughed.
"Then it's as you wish, Lu Xiaocao, this is the last time.
Go ahead and hold another ceremony to worship the gods."
Zhang Qiu took the potatoes from the plate and added lettuce and boiled eggs.
After mashing, mix with special seasoning.
Zhang Qiu did this on a whim.
But it tastes really good.
The dense texture of the potatoes, with the salty and fresh taste of the seasoning, melts in your mouth.
Yu Xifeng had steamed a lot of potatoes before.
This is the first time I eat it with boiled eggs and lettuce.
A bowl may not seem like much, but it fills you up quickly.
Yu Xifeng felt much better as he ate.
This memorial ceremony was not as grand as the previous one.
Some people are even reluctant.
Because no food was distributed during this sacrificial ceremony.
Everyone in the tribe was thirsty.
The boiled water is used to kill termites, and each person can only get a little at the bottom of the cup.
They also have to get up and turn around to worship the gods.
Each of them has more resentment than a ghost.
Fortunately, the ceremony was completed.
The survivors held on to a glimmer of hope, and they still kneeled and prayed sincerely.
Yu Xifeng listened to the eulogies outside, put on his raincoat, and found the kitchen alone.
Sister Yun and Fatty both avoided the area.
All the containers in the tribe are here.
Yu Xifeng doesn't understand those meaningless beliefs.
This is because she holds a simple materialist view of history that "Gods cannot be eaten".
If this god is me...
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