He was stunned on the spot, then he took a few quick steps and squatted next to Han Cheng. He took the fish in his hand and looked at it carefully. It took him a long time to confirm that this was indeed the fish they had eaten before.

He held the fish in one hand and pointed with the other, looking at Han Cheng and said excitedly: "This...this...fish..."

On the way back, Han Cheng was wondering how Wu would react when he saw the fish. He thought Wu would be very surprised, but he didn't expect Wu's reaction to be so big that he was so excited that he couldn't even speak clearly.

Han Cheng understood his feelings and was very grateful to Wu, so he hurriedly said, "Fish, there are fish in the river!"

As he spoke, he pointed in the direction of the small river outside the cave.

"Fish, lots of fish. Lots and lots of fish."

Han Cheng was afraid that he had not expressed himself clearly, so he added more.

Wu was dazed again, then stood up, took Han Cheng's hand and was about to walk out, in a hurry, obviously wanting to quickly go to the river to verify whether what Han Cheng said was true.

If it is true, then their tribe’s food crisis this year will no longer exist!

Although Han Cheng brought back a fish, what he said should be true, but it conflicted too much with Wu's cognition, and he couldn't help but want to see it with his own eyes.

See if there are lots of fish!

In his mind, they didn't need a lot of fish, as long as their tribe had enough to eat during the winter.

Han Cheng quickly grabbed Wu and told him to stop. He then quickly ran into the cave, brought out a few pieces of skin and motioned Wu to tie them on his body.

Wu Xiaoxiao realized that she was too anxious and had forgotten how cold it was outside.

He took the leather from Han Cheng, wrapped it around himself quickly, and called the two female primitives. The four of them left the cave and walked towards the river on the snow.

Han Cheng's face was throbbing with pain. He had just run back from the river, but he stayed in the cave for less than ten minutes before coming out again and rushing over there.

What a sin~

The witch walked quickly, as he wanted to see the scene Han Cheng described as soon as possible. After suddenly learning the news that could save the tribe from the dire situation, he had forgotten his fatigue and old age.

"thump!"

After seeing nearly twenty fish of all sizes placed on the shore, as well as the fish with their heads squeezed in the ice hole, Wu was finally convinced that what Han Cheng said was true. A look of joy appeared on his face, and he knelt down in the snow.

He was mumbling something, I couldn't tell what he was saying, but I thought it was something like thanking the God.

This made Han Cheng, who was happy that he could help the tribe a lot, touch his nose helplessly.

You obviously found this fish yourself, okay? It's not a good idea for you to give all the glory to the gods.

The witch stood up from the snow, looked at the fish on the shore, then looked at the head in the ice hole, and the joy on his face could not be contained.

He hugged Han Cheng in his arms, rubbed his forehead against Han Cheng's head affectionately, then put Han Cheng down and combed his hair with his hands.

This was an act of expressing intimacy between the tribe. Han Cheng saw it every day in the cave, but he had never seen the witch behave so intimately towards anyone.

Although the hair grooming action looks like a big monkey catching lice for a small monkey...

"Fish! Go back! Get a fork and catch the fish!"

The witch took care of Han Cheng's hair for a while, and his excitement calmed down a lot. Then he gave orders to the two female primitive people who were also stunned to take the fish back to the cave, and then come together to catch the fish with harpoons.

Upon hearing this, the two female primitives quickly took action. They didn't mind the cold and each of them carried three or four animals and hurried into the cave on the snow.

Lame Cha's harpoon became more enthusiastic, especially after Wu and the others came here and showed such surprised expressions, which made him feel proud.

"Fish, you..."

After a pause, Wu Lian began to ask Han Cheng, using gestures, how he knew there were fish underneath.

This made Han Cheng feel helpless. Why did primitive people also like to dig into things so much?

But I couldn't possibly tell Wu that I was a time traveler. This was just basic common sense!

As he was thinking about this, he suddenly remembered the method he used to trick Bo into coming out.

Yes, God is omnipotent, and the people here seem to have great faith in Him.

In this case, why don’t I borrow the name of God again?

Han Cheng felt somewhat guilty for just borrowing the name of God in front of a professional clergyman.

But thinking about the high status of the clergy in the tribe, and that for himself and the tribe, he would inevitably have to come up with other things in the future, it would be troublesome if he spent a lot of time explaining everything, so it would be better to just push it all to the gods.

Anyway, God is omnipotent.

He made up his mind, pointed to the sky, then to his head, and said, "God said, there is a fish..."

What Han Cheng worried about did not happen. After he called out the name of the god, the witch did not have the slightest doubt. On the contrary, there was a strong sense of surprise in his eyes, and this surprise also carried a sense of "as expected".

He once again lovingly combed Han Cheng's hair, then as if remembering something, he let go of his hand a little uneasily.

Seeing that Wu was a little embarrassed, Han Cheng thought about it carefully and realized something. He smiled and stood on tiptoe to comb the hair of Wu who was slightly bent over, to show his intimacy.

Wu's uneasiness soon disappeared. He looked at Han Cheng, his somewhat old face full of smiles.

Four more women who stayed in the tribe came.

They assigned one of them to hold a harpoon and stand guard at the ice hole with Lame to catch fish.

As for the rest of the people, Han Cheng chose a few ice surfaces that were far away from each other and taught them how to break the ice and then spear fish.

The passion of the tribesmen for food is admirable.

After two more holes were created in the ice, with Lame included, there were six people spearing fish.

Because the fish were suffocating, they crowded into the ice holes to breathe, making them much easier to catch than usual.

So much so that the female primitive person who was responsible for transporting fish into the cave was too busy to handle it!

It was not until Han Cheng broke off a relatively soft branch from the side, threaded seven or eight branches at once from the fish's gills to its mouth, and asked her to hold one end of the branch and drag the fish across the snow that she felt relieved.

Han Cheng's innovation, which seemed to require no thought at all, saved effort and allowed him to transport more fish at a time, which made Wu look at him more.

It was not yet late, and the six of them had already caught enough fish to feed the tribe for three days!

Even though he was frozen cold and his face was black, he still refused to leave.

Not only him, but the other women who were fishing also refused to go back.

Only after Han Cheng told them clearly and repeatedly that the fish would not leave and that they could catch more tomorrow did they reluctantly walk towards the cave, looking back every few steps.

This made Han Cheng, who was shivering with cold, secretly decide that he would not go out with them tomorrow no matter what!

The small door in the middle of the cave was opened. Under the witch's instructions, the old primitive man in charge of the fire put a lot of firewood on the fire, making the fire burn brightly.

Han Cheng and a group of people gathered around the fire, feeling the rare warmth.

Bo and the others would turn their heads from time to time to look at the nearly one hundred fish piled together, then grin and look at Han Cheng who was roasting his feet with deep respect.

Unlike the joy of everyone in the cave, the eldest brother who led the people out hunting was in an especially heavy mood.