After struggling and hesitating for a while, a child stepped forward and picked up the package that the evil Red Tiger tribe leader had left here before leaving.

Then open it.

After opening it, the scene inside was revealed.

After seeing the scene inside, these people were stunned and some of them couldn't help but widen their eyes.

The contents of this package are really too unexpected and too tempting!

What is contained inside is not anything else but rice, which seems to them to be extremely precious and delicious!

Faced with such a situation, how could they not be happy?

The adult, who was half lying on the ground, one arm bleeding and barely able to lift it up, was also surprised.

This look of surprise was quickly replaced by a smile.

It is rare for our tribe to get so much rice at one time.

Now we have obtained so much at once. Tonight, after the leader and others return, the children in the tribe can satisfy their cravings!

"@##￥@#!"

His happiness doesn't mean that others are happy.

Suddenly, an angry yet childish cry was heard in the cave.

The minor who had personally opened the package dropped by the leader of the Red Tiger Tribe shouted, picked up the stretched package with both hands, and quickly walked out of the cave along with the rice on it.

Then he exerted force with his hands and threw it to the ground.

Such an action stunned several people in the tribe, but these minors quickly realized why the minor did this.

And he felt that he was right to do so.

"@#@! @#E#$!"

The minor returned to the cave empty-handed and spoke to the people in the tribe who were looking at him with anger in his eyes.

What he meant was that they didn't eat what the evil, Red Tiger Tribe gave them!

No more rice!

The children in the tribe, thinking of what had happened not long ago, all nodded, indicating their agreement with the child's actions and words.

They really could not and were unwilling to eat the rice left behind by the Red Tiger Tribe.

The adult who was half lying on the ground showed a look of surprise.

Then, the eyes of this man who had just been beaten so badly but didn't cry, suddenly became moist.

Red eyes.

"@##@%&..."

The adult said this.

What he meant was that you should not throw away the rice, but pick it up, as it tastes extremely delicious when cooked.

"@#WE..."

The children of the tribe said this, shaking their heads like rattles.

What they mean is that they don't eat rice and they don't want to eat food made from rice.

"@#QWES..."

A child spoke up, meaning that the rice did not taste good at all and was not as delicious as the wild vegetables cooked by their own tribe, so they did not want to eat such food.

When the other children heard what this child said, they all nodded to show their agreement with what this child said.

When the people of this tribe saw the performance of their children, their eyes became even hotter and they couldn't help but want to shed tears.

He looked at the children of his tribe, opened his mouth, but could not say a word.

After a while, he used his uninjured arm to support himself on the ground and struggled to sit up.

Then he stood up again.

Seeing this, the children hurried over to his side and reached out to support him.

"@#@&*&..."

The male primitive said this aloud.

What he meant was to let the kids continue to catch fish and not to bother him, but to bring back more fish for the tribe.

He's fine, don't worry about him.

The children in the tribe were still worried and wanted to continue to come over to support him, but in the end they were unable to overcome the injured adult primitive man.

They picked up simple harpoons, walked out of the tribe's cave, and headed towards the large pond outside the tribe.

While walking, many people will look back.

This injured adult primitive man stood at the entrance of the tribe's cave, looking at them with a smile on his face, looking very relaxed.

It was as if he had not been beaten by the Red Tiger tribe not long ago, and there was no blood on his arms.

Seeing him like this, the children in the tribe felt a lot more relieved.

He began to walk quickly towards the pond.

Because of them, the tribe lost so much stored food today. They now have to work hard to get more food for the tribe and make up for the loss as much as possible.

“Ahem…”

After these minors walked a little further away, the adult, who had a very relaxed look on his face, suddenly shrank his body a lot.

The relaxed expression on his face disappeared without a trace in an instant.

His body was shaking slightly because of the pain.

His left arm was covered in blood.

Some have dried up, and some are newly flowing out.

But there is not that much new flowing out.

He returned to the cave, came to a container, scooped up the water in it with his right hand, and used it to wash his left arm.

He could no longer lift his left arm and could only move it slightly. Many parts of his arm were swollen to an alarming degree.

After cleaning the blood off his arm, the primitive man used his relatively intact right arm to support himself against the stone wall and stood up.

After standing there and resting for a while, the adult walked outside.

After a while, he came to the outside of the cave and stopped.

There was a lot of spilled rice where he was standing.

These grains of rice were thrown away by the children of their tribe not long ago and left behind by the leader of the Red Tiger tribe when he left.

He stood here and looked at the rice for a while, then sighed, shook his head, and slowly squatted down with his right hand on his knees.

Then he began to use his hands to pick up the rice scattered on the ground and put it onto the animal skin.

He took this matter extremely seriously.

After grabbing all the rice, he picked up the rice grains scattered on the ground one by one with his fingers and placed them on the animal skins spread on the ground.

After a long time, the rice grains scattered on the ground were finally picked up by this adult.

He squatted here, rested for a while, and then began to tie the animal skin with his hands.

The rice is placed on the animal skins. If the animal skins are not tied up first, it is very difficult to take the rice away. If you just pick it up with your hands, the rice will spill all over the ground.

So even though his hands were very inconvenient, he still insisted on tying it up first.

It takes one hand to tie up the package, but except for a few people with extremely strong skills, others simply don't have the ability to do so.

Therefore, after trying for a while with his right hand and finding that he couldn't do it at all, this adult had to slowly stretch out his left arm, which was injured and had little strength.

Use your left hand to grab a corner of the leather and coordinate with your right hand to tie the animal skin package.

The process was not smooth and it took this person quite some time.

There were also beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

After a moment, the adult holding the package in his right hand stood up and walked towards the tribal cave with a shaky body.

He came into the cave, put down the package in his hand, squatted down, and grabbed the stone with the hole on the ground with his hands, and exerted force with his body. After a while, he finally lifted it up.

After finishing this work, the man was breathing heavily, sweat was dripping from his forehead, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.

After resting here for a while, the man bent down and untied the package on the ground. He reached into it and grabbed several handfuls of rice. Then he picked up the fallen stick from the ground, held it in his hand, and began to pound the rice one by one.

The job of pounding rice requires holding a wooden stick with both hands. It is too strenuous to do it with just one hand.

A healthy person, if holding it with one hand, will feel tired and uncomfortable after a while.

Not to mention, this primitive man had suffered a severe beating not long ago.

After just a few holds, his body and face were covered in sweat, and his breath became uneven.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Inside the cave, there was a sound that was much smaller than before.

A male primitive man, whose one arm is basically unable to move and whose body is covered with a lot of dust, stands here, holding a wooden stick with one arm, pounding rice again and again, seemingly tirelessly.

When the rice was pounded not long ago, the tribe was full of laughter and joy. Now, when the rice was pounded, there was only one person left in the tribe, a person who was seriously injured, his body was out of control, and he was trembling slightly, pounding the rice here again and again.

He looked extremely weak and exhausted, but he didn't stop, just pounding the rice again and again...

Time passed quickly, and before I knew it, it was already night.

In the somewhat messy cave, there was the aroma of food.

This aroma was extremely tempting, far beyond what the tribe had eaten before.

The cave, which seemed empty during the day, now had many more people in it.

These are people who went somewhere else to get food and have returned.

If it were in the past, if there was such food aroma filling the caves of the tribe, the people in the tribe would definitely be extremely happy, and the atmosphere would definitely be very good, as lively as the New Year's Day in the Qingque tribe.

But now, the atmosphere in the tribe seems very depressing, so dull that it makes people feel breathless.

Many people in the tribe sat quietly like this, or leaned against the stone wall, daydreaming.

Everyone felt as if a heavy stone was pressing down on their hearts.

After a while, the man who had been severely beaten by the leader of the Red Tiger tribe and whose left arm was basically disabled stood up, picked up the bowls from the pile with his right hand, and placed them one by one next to the large pottery container containing the food.

There are far from enough pottery bowls in the tribe for each person.

So after a while, the bowls placed here began to become strange in shape.

Some are carved out of stone, others are made of wood…

After placing the bowls in place, the man began to use his right hand, holding a very simple wooden bowl with a long handle, to pour rice from the large pottery into the bowls placed in a row.

Many people in the tribe looked over here, and after taking a look, they turned their heads back to their original positions and continued with what they were doing before.

There are also some people who feel confused or angry.

The tribe has already encountered such a bad thing, but you are still only thinking about eating? !

How can I eat this!

But this man didn't care about all this and just served the food.

Even though his right arm was almost losing feeling and he could not use much strength, and the spoonful of rice in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, he still continued to scoop the rice calmly.

After a while, he finally filled all the bowls placed here in such a heavy atmosphere.

“@#￥@##￥…”

He put down the thing that looked like a rice spoon and invited the people in the tribe to eat.

The people in the tribe turned to look at him, then looked at the food placed there, and did not say anything. Instead, they turned their heads away again and continued to maintain their previous posture.

This person was stunned.

Then he continued to call the people in the tribe to eat.

This time, many people simply ignored him without even turning their heads.

He called out three times, but no one came to eat.

After a while, he stopped talking.

He bent down, picked up a bowl of rice with his already exhausted right hand, walked towards the leader of his tribe, and placed it next to the leader.

Then he came back again, carrying bowls of food and placing them in front of the rest of the people.

The people in the tribe were silent, and many of them had their chests heaving violently.

“@#￥#￥@3…”

The leader of the tribe looked at this pale man with a seriously injured arm and a limp, and his heart seemed to be filled with a lot of things.

After a while, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and started speaking loudly.

After saying this, he reached out and picked up the bowl on the ground, put it to his mouth and took a sip.

What he meant was that the people in the tribe should not just stand there, but eat and sleep quickly, because the tribe still had to go out and look for food tomorrow!

After hearing his words and seeing his example, the people of this tribe began to take action.

Some people started to eat from the bowls at their feet, while others went directly to where the bowls were placed and picked up their own bowls to eat.

Some people with more stubborn tempers, after waiting for a while, also picked up the bowls that seemed particularly heavy, and after a long time, they took a sip...

The children in the tribe also picked up bowls in their hands. After a while, they put their mouths close to the bowls and started eating.

I don’t know why, the food that tasted particularly sweet in the past doesn’t taste delicious at all at this time.

Not only does it have no taste at all when you drink it, it also has a tear-jerking effect.

Just one sip made many people's eyes blurry.

The tears mixed with the steaming food and went down into my stomach, making it hard to swallow.

From now on, I will never eat rice again...