The news that Uncle Deer had brought back five adult female deer at once quickly spread throughout the Qingque tribe.

Everyone came over to look at the five deer, who seemed a little nervous and uneasy.

The atmosphere also changed from worry and uneasiness at dusk to extraordinary excitement and joy.

Five deer. Even if we don't eat their meat, they can be used to harrow the fields and plow the fields.

Everyone applauded Uncle Lu for his great skills.

Uncle Deer is indeed a deer who has experienced a lot. Facing the flattery of many bipeds, he still faced it calmly without blushing or breathing heavily, and just ruminated on his own...

That night, Han Cheng issued an order.

From the second day on, the deer were no longer allowed to roam freely, but were instead kept in a deer pen and fed.

Firstly, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the first snow may fall at any time, which means it is time to feed the cats.

Moreover, the wild at this time is much more dangerous than before, and it is too dangerous for the deer to wander around outside.

Secondly, the five deer abducted by Uncle Deer have not yet been well integrated into the deer herd. If they are released at this time, there is a certain chance that they will regret their previous impulse and leave the herd to go somewhere else.

Once they have entered the deer pen of the Qingque tribe, they belong to the Qingque tribe. How could Han Cheng give them a chance to regret?

They were locked up in the deer pen for a whole winter, eating and sleeping with the deer, with salt water and rapeseed provided. After the spring, these five deer found their happy haven and could not be driven away.

What Han Cheng didn't know was that his decision caused great trouble to a tribe he had never met.

The grassroots people who were badly injured by Fu Jiang, the Five Little Fu and Uncle Deer, the rogue deer that liked to use its horns to attack them, tried their best to cut the damn deer into pieces and eat them bit by bit.

The deer antlers that they hated so much must be knocked down and sharpened into sharp tools to use to dig open the stomachs of those ignorant and stupid wolves.

They still had some awkwardness in walking, so they, along with other people in the tribe, wandered around the area all day long and gradually expanded the scope of their search. However, after several days, they still didn't see any sign of the damn deer.

It was as if their appearance was just to leave them covered in wounds.

The grassroots people were unwilling to give up, and the search and waiting continued until the first snow fell.

The heavy snowfall meant that the area outside the cave was completely unsuitable for human activities.

Even though they were somewhat unwilling, Cao Gen and the others had to retreat in such weather, return to the cave to spend the unbearable winter, and give up killing the deer for revenge and eating meat.

Good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes singly.

The grassroots quickly understood this classic saying summarized by later generations.

Because of the competition with deer during this period, the amount of food they collected and stored was less than before.

Although they were not idle while looking for and waiting for deer, the food they obtained was never as much as when they were searching with full concentration.

The old man in the tribe, who often sprinkled some wood ash on their heads when they went out, noticed this and warned everyone in the tribe about it.

But the grassroots were overwhelmed by the humiliation from Mr. Deer and were eager to take people to kill the damn deer.

The rest of the people were also excited by the number of deer described by the grassroots people.

If they work together, it will not be a problem to kill a few wolves that don't eat deer. If they kill those wolves, it will not be a problem to kill some deer as food for the winter.

The meat is much more delicious than other icy fruits and hard-to-swallow grass seeds.

Who wouldn’t want to eat it?

So after hearing the old man's warning, everyone did not take it seriously. Instead, they patted their chests and assured the old man that they would be able to kill enough deer before the heavy snow fell, and then give the best deer livers to the old man to eat. The winter in the tribe would definitely be better than before.

However, the herd of deer never appeared again.

When the weather was getting colder and heavy snow was about to fall, the old man spoke again and asked everyone to stop the action and take advantage of this last chance to find more grass seeds, dried fruits and other things.

However, her proposal was once again rejected.

When they got here, Cao Gen and the others were actually a little panicked. The reason why they rejected the old man's suggestion was that even if they stopped looking for deer at this time and turned to collecting and storing food like before, food would still be in short supply this winter.

Compared with this, it would be more cost-effective to continue looking for deer.

As long as they encounter that group of deer, the difficulties of their tribe will be solved immediately!

Life is actually a gamble, but some gambles are sure, while others just rely on luck.

Some people won the bet, and some people lost.

Cao Gen and others undoubtedly lost miserably this time.

In previous winters, their tribe would usually implement food restrictions only after a long period of heavy snowfall. This year was different. As soon as the heavy snow fell, they began to implement food restrictions.

Hunger spread throughout the tribe, striking the hearts of everyone in the tribe.

Hunger can make people irrational. When they are extremely hungry, they can do anything.

The tribes that used to be more united are now becoming less united.

The four people headed by Cao Gen also became the targets of attack by the tribe.

Everyone complained, saying that if it weren't for the grassroots people, how could they live so miserably? Why was this winter so sad?

After such complaints continued for a while, they turned into eating grass roots if the stored food was eaten up and the winter was not over yet.

After all, it was they who brought the tribe to this state...

“Crash…”

“Crash…”

The weather cleared up, and the pale sun shone down, shining on the snow-covered ground. The pale light was blinding.

The entire mountain forest was filled with chilly and cold air, just like an ice cave.

But no matter what, there are no clouds in the sky and the sun is hanging there. No matter what the temperature is, it always gives people some psychological comfort.

Under an oak tree, several people wrapped in furs were holding wooden sticks and trying with some difficulty to clear away the thick snow on the ground.

Then he looked carefully at the ground to reveal its true appearance, hoping to find one or two missed acorns here.

These people are just grassroots people who are planned by the tribe to be killed for meat when there is no food.

In order to avoid being eaten, as soon as the snow stops and the weather clears up, they will walk on the thick snow to look for food.

"@#￥~!"

Just as he was happily picking up an acorn covered with snowflakes and putting it among the grass roots wrapped in animal skins, he heard his companions shouting.