Han Cheng now has one more job, which is to peel off the burnt shell on his body bit by bit when he has nothing to do.

This is an unexpectedly refreshing feeling, more intoxicating than peeling off the skin on your feet after soaking in foot powder...

The skin just exposed from the burnt shell is pink, but it will gradually return to normal in a short time.

Most of the burnt skin on Han Cheng's face had been peeled off, but he had not peeled off his eyebrows and the burnt skin above his eyebrows.

He was worried that after taking these things off, the difference in appearance between him and the people in the tribe would be highlighted and he would be excluded.

After two or three days of ideological struggle, Han Cheng finally took action on his face.

Because this is a problem that needs to be faced sooner or later, instead of hesitating, it is better to deal with it sooner rather than later.

And judging from the reactions of the people in the tribe to his existence, even if they really discovered that his appearance was different from theirs, they should not have reacted too strongly.

The burnt shell was peeled off bit by bit, but Han Cheng's heart couldn't help but lift.

The witch next to him saw Han Cheng's actions and became curious.

He stood up from the fur and walked to Han Cheng, who was sitting nearby and had already peeled off all the burnt shells on his face.

The first time he saw Han Cheng, he showed surprise.

Han Cheng's heart tightened. Sure enough, the difference in appearance was discovered.

He looked at Wu nervously, waiting for Wu's next plan.

In this tribe, the witch's status is higher than that of the eldest brother who is the leader.

"You look good."

Wu stared at Han Cheng for a while, a smile appeared on his face, and he said something admiring.

He still spoke the language of their tribe, but now Han Cheng could understand him.

Seeing Wu's reaction, Han Cheng's slightly anxious heart was completely relieved. He also laughed and said in the language of the tribe: "Wu, it looks good."

Well, Han Cheng is not mute now. As his condition improved day by day, he was able to speak after he pulled out a long line of dead skin from his throat with his hands.

After hearing Han Cheng's words, the smile on Wu's face became even wider. He reached out and patted Han Cheng on the head gently with some doting, and then called the eldest senior brother to come and see the brand new Han Cheng.

The eldest senior brother had a very good attitude towards Han Cheng. Although he felt a little strange that such a big thing had turned into such a small person, he could accept Han Cheng's existence.

On the one hand, it was because he witnessed the miraculous scene when Han Cheng descended, and on the other hand, he was influenced by the witch who took good care of Han Cheng.

Especially after Han Cheng peeled off most of the burnt shell underneath, revealing the little bird that had returned to its pre-liberation state overnight, the eldest brother became more willing to accept Han Cheng.

After all, at this time, a man is more useful to the tribe than a woman.

This is true not only in hunting, but also in external conflicts.

Of course, because the work they do is so dangerous, men are much more likely to be injured or killed than women.

This is also the main reason why in the tribe, including the witch and the lame primitive man, there are only eleven adult males, but as many as twenty-eight adult females.

When he suddenly saw Han Cheng's face, the eldest brother was also surprised like the witch. He looked at Han Cheng carefully for a while, and then said the same words as the witch: "You are good-looking."

Han Cheng wanted to say, "Big Brother, you are more beautiful." However, the language of the tribe was not rich, and there were only common words, let alone the word "Big Brother." Therefore, he could only say, "You are beautiful."

Because of Han Cheng's transformation, the joy of the tribe suddenly having a half-grown male did not last long.

Because there is a food crisis in the tribe!

The consequences of the forest where people had been picking grapes all year round being taken over by others finally became apparent during the severe winter.

After the forest was occupied, although the eldest brother led everyone to store food desperately, the daily income was reduced by more than half, and the tribe still fell into a food shortage crisis.

Since the day before yesterday, the eldest brother began to reduce the daily food supply, but it didn't have much effect at all.

Because the meat that was originally stored has now been completely eaten up.

Without meat to satisfy your hunger, fruit alone is not enough.

And there are not many fruits left. If the situation continues like this, the tribe can only eat them for five or six days at best, and then the food will be completely gone.

In addition, due to the cold weather and the long storage time, some fruits have begun to rot, which makes the already serious situation even worse.

The atmosphere in the cave changed from leisurely and lazy at the beginning to gradually tense and uneasy.

The others were fine, but the most anxious were Wu and the eldest brother, the two heads of the tribe.

They enjoy some privileges compared to ordinary people in the tribe, but they also bear greater responsibilities.

The witch and the eldest brother discussed some things inside the cave, namely how to resolve the tribe’s problems.

In fact, at this time, there is no good way, it is nothing more than increasing revenue and reducing expenditure.

The result of their discussion was to reduce the food supply to the two old men, the lame primitive man, and half of the women who did not need to work in the tribe, except for the witch, so as to save some food as much as possible.

The eldest brother led people out hunting in the severe cold, trying to find some food for the tribe.

Going out hunting in winter is extremely risky. Not to mention that the wild animals are either hibernating or becoming more ferocious due to hunger, the ubiquitous cold and the snow that never melts are a weapon of great lethality for primitive people who don't have much clothing.

If possible, no one would want to leave the warm cave and walk into this endless cold.

But there is no way. If everyone stays in this warm cave and refuses to go out to fight, the entire tribe will be faced with a catastrophe.

It was also at this time that Han Chengcai suddenly realized that he had been wrong before. The primitive era was actually more cruel than later generations.

The people here can indeed feel happy from the bottom of their hearts as long as they have three meals a day, but these simple three meals a day are obtained by them working hard and even at the cost of their lives.

It is not easy for people to live well in any era.

Han CD listened to the conversation between the old patriarch and the eldest brother. He was a little confused. There was a small river not too far from the cave, and there were so many fish in the river. Why did they have to go out into the wilderness to hunt?

Going to the creek to catch fish is definitely more reliable and safer than going hunting, right?

When he raised his question, the eldest brother looked at him and shook his head and said, "The fish is gone."

"No more?"

Han Cheng was full of confusion. How could so many fish just disappear like that?

Could it be that these fish are also migratory fish and will migrate to other places to spend the winter?

Han Cheng didn't know much about what was going on here. When he heard what the eldest brother said and Wu didn't object, he kept silent.