The leader of the donkey tribe held a bowl of steaming broth and sipped it happily around the fire.

The broth was delicious with salt added, and he could never get enough of it.

After drinking the hot broth, he felt warm all over, which made him like this pottery even more.

Even if their tribe had to tighten their belts and tighten their diet this winter because of the replacement of pottery, he felt it was well worth it.

He drank the soup in the bowl, ate the meat, and then handed the bowl to another tribesman who had been waiting anxiously for a while.

There are not many pottery bowls in the Donkey Tribe, so people need to take turns using them when eating.

The food the rest of the people ate was much worse than that of the leader. It was rare to see meat in their bowls. Usually, each person's bowl would have one or two fruits cooked together with the pitiful amount of meat.

The joy of getting pottery made them want to put any edible food into the pottery pot and cook it.

And this is indeed a very good method. In the past, a person could not be full even if he ate three fruits, but now, he only needs one fruit to be full.

The only drawback is that I get hungry quickly and need to urinate frequently...

The Tengshe tribe seemed a little deserted compared to previous years. Last year's battle caused their tribe to lose many adults. Even if they plundered some people from other tribes, it could not make up for the loss.

Because the people they plundered were all underage children and female primitives. In order to prevent resistance, adult males had to be killed and eaten...

The second leader of the Teng Snake tribe squatted in a corner, chewing a piece of icy fruit in his hand. He raised his head and looked at the place where Wu and several other leaders were gathered not far away, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

The aroma of meat came from there, which made people salivate, especially the roasted and greasy breast in Wu's hand, which was even more irresistible.

In the past, he was also one of the people who ate meat every day, but now, he can only eat fruits here silently.

All this is because of that damn tribe!

He thought so hatefully.

But when I thought of the horrific scene that day, a sense of fear rose in my heart.

He munched on the fruit in silence, making his daily curses on the damned tribe, all the while thinking about how to regain his position as leader.

If I could lead my men to completely capture that damn tribe...

The world is big and many things are happening every moment. Han Cheng is not a god who is high above everyone else and does nothing but look down on all living beings. He is busy with his own things and of course he doesn't know what is happening in other tribes.

In fact, even if he wanted to know, he didn't have the ability to do so. After all, he was just a false son of God and didn't have such great power.

If he really had such great ability, he would not have been so troubled by this small piece of charcoal.

Two of the three giants in the Green Bird Tribe had problems. The Son of God became obsessed with charcoal burning and ignored other things every day, only wanting to burn charcoal.

The witch was even more terrifying. Every day he spent longer and longer time lying beside the rabbit pen.

Just the day before yesterday, Wu dug a hole in a place where the sun could reach, and buried a rabbit in it.

Also buried was the dried grass, which is rabbits' favorite food.

Han Cheng also knew about this matter, as he had just returned from outside with his hands covered in black dust.

When he saw Wu doing these, he couldn't help feeling a little sad. Worried that Wu would be too sad, he deliberately stayed here with Wu for a while.

Because the rabbit that Wu buried was the one with dark circles under its eyes that he often petted.

It was so surprising that Wu, an old primitive man who puts eating first and cherishes food so much, decided not to eat the dead rabbit but to bury it in memory of it. One can imagine how important the rabbit was in his heart.

The death of this rabbit brought great harm to Wu.

Moreover, the witch carefully buried the rabbit with its favorite grass and a few freshly picked rapeseeds, and even made the covering soil very fine, for fear that any large clods of soil would crush the rabbit... From this, it can be seen that the witch was reluctant to part with it.

Looking at the witch who was doing all these seriously and silently, Han Cheng could empathize and understand the witch's feelings.

Thinking back to his own feelings when Fu Jiang got lost some time ago, the sentimental Han Shenzi shed tears of sympathy for this rabbit with dark circles under its eyes that died young and for Wu's deep affection.

In later lives, he met some elderly people who depended on their cats and dogs for survival and spiritual support.

Although the witch is a primitive man, he is also an old man. After a long time, it is not surprising that he will develop feelings for the things he raises, just like the old people in later generations.

But what Wu did next made Han Cheng a little confused.

After carefully covering the rabbit, the witch did not end his action. Instead, he picked up half a can of water with some ice chips and poured it on the rabbit, very carefully.

After being stunned for a while, Han Cheng soon understood Wu's painstaking efforts.

He did this perhaps because he was worried that the rabbit would be thirsty, or perhaps this was a unique memorial ceremony for the dead in the Green Bird tribe.

The death of this rabbit really caused great psychological trauma to Wu. Since burying the rabbit with dark circles under its eyes, Wu, who used to run to the rabbit pen every day, no longer goes there.

Instead, he often stayed at the place where the black-eyed rabbits were buried for most of the time, and would only leave when it was time to eat. Sometimes, he would even whisper something.

This touched Han Cheng, but he was also worried about Wu's health.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have thought that primitive people could have such deep affection for the animals they raised?

Han Cheng, who had some mud in his fingernails, came back from outside the tribe. When he saw the witch squatting at the place where the black-eyed rabbit was buried, lying motionless like a sculpture, he couldn't help but feel moved and sighed.

It turns out that infatuated people are everywhere.

Han Cheng watched here for a while and decided to go over and comfort the heartbroken old primitive man. After all, a dead rabbit cannot be resurrected, so it was not good to be sad at this time.

Han Cheng walked up to Wu, but before he could say what he had planned, Wu spoke first.

This made Han Cheng feel a little happy. As long as he was willing to speak, he could persuade him.

He looked at the witch with a smile on his face, but after just a few words, the smile froze completely, as if he had been struck by lightning, burnt on the outside and crispy on the inside.

It seems that I have been feeling touched for the past two or three days?

At this moment, Han Cheng, who knew the truth, almost shed tears.

"Son of God, why are you..."

The witch, who was expressing his thoughts excitedly but confusedly, noticed something strange about the Son of God, so he stopped and asked with concern.