Those deer that were clearly in a weak position and waiting to be slaughtered did not take the opportunity to run away, but instead watched them here as if nothing had happened.

The most outrageous thing was that the deer actually stood with the wolves and shook its head at them just like the wolves did.

The four grassroots people did not fight hard. They stopped when faced with six wolves that bared their teeth at them.

While confronting the wolves, he cursed these stupid wolves in his heart.

Logically speaking, we should be a team, okay?

After a while of confrontation, the grass roots people slowly retreated, and the wolves stared at them.

Their retreat did not mean giving up the food at hand, but preparing to launch an attack from elsewhere.

However, after trying this several times, he was stopped by a few stupid wolves every time.

Looking at the sky, Cao Gen's last bit of patience was finally exhausted. He shouted, and together with several other people, threw stones at the deer herd, preparing to drive the deer away and attack them from a place where the wolves could not reach.

There are quite a few immature deer in the herd, so we can always catch one or two.

With so many deer within easy reach, these wolves would never attack us and others.

It sounds nice to think about it, but reality always slaps us in the face with cold rain.

This is the bloody insight gained by the wounded grass roots lying on the ground based on their personal experience.

I raised my head and looked at the group of wolves that disappeared with the deer, and I felt pain all over my body.

What happened this day!

He stood up with some difficulty, holding his buttocks, and wrapped the scattered animal skins around his body again.

Thinking of what had just happened, he had the urge to cut the deer with twiggy horns on its head into pieces.

Being bitten by a wolf is not uncommon, but what about falling to the ground after being bitten by a wolf, and then being hit on the butt by the deer, which should have been the prey, with its twiggy horns?

This can't be blamed on Uncle Deer being shameless, as he specifically used his horns to hit Cao Gen and others' key parts. The truth is that when he was practicing with Fu Jiang, he hit Fu Jiang's butt the most.

Now that it has been replaced by a human, it has also gone up...

Holding the limping grass root and three other people who had the same experience, they found their weapons in the bushes, supported each other, and limped towards the south, with a sense of sadness like a hero in his twilight years.

These deer cannot be let go no matter what. Whether it’s for revenge for the buttocks or for the stomach, the result will not change!

This was a decision made by the grassroots and other people in the tribe after seeing each other.

The next morning, led by a few grassroots people who had recovered a little, they took their prepared weapons and headed towards the place where the grassroots people were brutally tortured with great anticipation.

In that vicinity, they searched for fruits to store to satisfy their hunger, while keeping an eye out for the signs of deer, waiting to hunt them and enjoy a sumptuous meal.

Neither Uncle Lu nor Fu Jiang could speak, so naturally they had no way of telling Han Cheng about their conspiracy to bully people today.

Otherwise, Han Cheng would definitely not be here pondering and fiddling with weaving, but would be taking his senior brothers and others to deal with those guys who dared to target their deer herd with an extremely protective attitude.

They themselves were usually reluctant to slaughter these deer, so how could Han Cheng just sit back and watch those irrelevant people dare to take them?

The next day was still a good day, but a little colder.

After the people of the Green Bird tribe had their meal, the deer drank some salt water and, led by Uncle Deer, left the tribe to look for grass to eat. They were accompanied by General Fu and the Five Little Fu.

Ever since Sister Bai Xue arrived, Fu Jiang has been spending more and more time with the deer.

The deer go out to eat grass. This is something that everyone in the Qingque tribe has long been accustomed to. From the spring of the third year of Qingque to now, it has been almost two years, and there has never been any problem.

No one paid much attention to this. After the deer went out, they continued to do what they were supposed to do according to the arrangements of the Son of God as usual.

In the empty room, Han Cheng, who was devoted to weaving, was also concentrating on studying the weaving tools.

In front of him, there were two rectangular wooden frames, one was one meter long and half a meter wide, and the other was ninety-five centimeters long and half a meter wide.

The longer wooden frame is on top and the shorter wooden frame is on the bottom.

One end of the short wooden frame below was aligned with the long wooden frame, and the other end was densely drilled with holes, on which many five-centimeter-long bamboo sticks, not much thicker than toothpicks, were firmly nailed.

The distance between these bamboo sticks is very small, only about three millimeters, and some small grooves are carefully carved on them to increase friction.

Each bamboo stick is tied with a relatively thin hemp rope, and the other end of the hemp rope is tied to this side of the wooden frame.

These vertically tied lines are stretched taut, balanced against each other, and do not intersect.

The same operation is performed on the wooden frame above, and all these wires are tied using the same technique.

The difference is that there are no toothpick-like things on the other end of the wooden frame above.

All the wires are tied to the wooden frame.

And the upper line is staggered with the lower line and does not overlap.

These thin hemp threads are made by Han Cheng asking the people in the tribe to weave hemp fibers using spinning tops.

In the middle of the other side of the upper wooden frame, there was a hemp rope as thick as a finger, which was placed on a horizontal beam of the wooden frame that was standing upright.

“Crash.”

Han Cheng, who was sitting at one end, pulled the thick rope in his hand, and the other end of the large wooden frame rose up, along with the rope tied to it.

There was a separation between the rope on the large wooden frame and the rope on the small wooden frame below, with an angle in between.

Han Cheng stepped on the rope to prevent it from falling, and then passed a wooden stick with smooth ends in his other hand through the angle.

The thin hemp rope wrapped around the wooden stick also passed through the angle and stayed inside.

Han Cheng used his hands to pull the horizontal hemp rope tightly inside, making it closer to the other hemp ropes.

Then he loosened the rope under his feet, and the large wooden frame fell down.

Because the hemp rope on the small wooden frame was tied to the upright bamboo sticks, after the large wooden frame fell completely, the rope tied on the large wooden frame also came under the rope on the small wooden frame.

There is another angle between the two.

Han Cheng once again passed the wooden stick used as a shuttle through the angle, and then pulled up the large wooden frame...

In this way, these originally just individual threads are interwoven into a cloth...