Cao Gen didn't want to go out in snowy weather. Not to mention other things, just the time last winter when he and several people from the tribe braved the cold to look for food outside was enough to leave a deep impression on him.

The frostbite on his body and face still have marks on them.

Of course, most things would not go according to his ideas, because whether in the original tribe or the current more powerful tribe, what he said would basically not be of much use.

The next day, he walked out of the cave and headed into the distance on the snow that was already above his ankles.

They first had to go to that place to find some grass that the unicorn monster liked to eat, and then head towards the big tribe far away.

It takes a long time to travel back and forth.

Just thinking about this matter, the grassroots are filled with reluctance.

But he still followed the large group with great energy.

At the same time, I was also prepared for my hands, feet and face to be frozen.

But this time his hands and feet did not thaw because the second leader of the Tengshe tribe who was traveling with him dug up some white stuff for him, which was obtained by the witch from praying to the gods.

Apply this stuff to the exposed skin, and the cold wind will no longer cut it...

While the people from the Tengshe tribe who were traveling with him were smearing this magical stuff on their hands and faces and praising the greatness of the witch and the kindness of the gods, Cao Gen felt a little suspicious.

Because he felt like he had seen this thing before.

In the past, people in the tribe used clay pots to boil meat broth. When the broth cooled, sometimes there would be a layer of white substance on top.

It looked very similar to what he was applying now.

He took a little and put it in his mouth. It was smooth and tasted very similar.

Cao Gen was extremely confused and puzzled. Why did the things the witch prayed to the gods look so similar to what his own tribe used to cook in pottery pots?

This doubt lasted for a long time in his mind, but he finally suppressed it.

Because there is a huge gap between what is cooked in a clay pot and what the witch obtains by praying to the gods.

How could these two things be the same?

With this thought in mind, the second leader of the Tengshe tribe led them to turn over the snow to search for and dig up the grass that the unicorn monster liked to eat, and then headed towards the big tribe.

So much for waiting this year.

One reason is that the food they stored in the grassroots tribe is not enough for them to survive the winter here. The other reason is that the tribe has the habit of gathering together in winter to spend the winter.

If the food of the big tribe is not enough, they will follow the witch's arrangement and lead people to attack the tribe they found before...

The next day after Cao Gen returned to the tribe with the second leader of the Tengshe tribe, he returned to the snow again.

There were many other people standing in the snow with him.

It is not about attacking other tribes, but the witch in the tribe should once again perform the annual prayer to the gods to grant something very useful that will be of great help to the tribe.

The grassroots, who have never experienced this before, are filled with awe and respect.

This is communicating with the gods!

And that white thing given by God is really very useful.

This wait lasted until it was almost dark. The witch, who had been praying to the gods all day, finally opened the blocked cave from the inside and let them in.

While everyone else was looking at the white thing contained in the skull, which was a gift from the gods, Cao Gen's attention was mostly focused on the unpleasant smell that permeated the thing.

This smell is quite familiar, it's similar to what burnt barbecue smells like.

As he was thinking this, the layer of oil floating on the cooled broth appeared in his mind again, causing his heart to tremble violently...

Under the flickering bonfire, the witch of the Tengshe tribe pretended to be extremely tired and mysterious, accepting the praise and worship of everyone...

The north wind blew over the high wall, rolling up some snow foam, and the cold filled the world.

However, its power can only be demonstrated outside, and people inside the house will not be affected by them.

Because the weather is cold, there is more water vapor in the bathhouse, and it looks white, like a dream or a fairyland.

Han Cheng liked this kind of scene the most, especially when his slippery young wife Bai Xuemei was by his side.

When two people of opposite sex take a bath together naked, they always come out very clean, clean from the inside out.

As it turned out, taking a bath was a very tiring thing. After Bai Xuemei came out of the bathhouse with a red face, Han Cheng returned to the room, lay down on the kang, and soon fell asleep.

On the other hand, sister Bai Xue, with her rosy face, seemed to be in good spirits.

When Han Cheng woke up from his sleep, it was still as dark outside as before he fell asleep.

The house was completely silent, and there was no sound in the yard. For a moment, it was hard to tell what time it was.

After being stunned for a while, Han Cheng looked at the kang and saw that there was no sign of Bai Xuemei. He could not help but shook his head and smiled. This young wife was really too hardworking. He knew without asking that she had gone to weave again.

After thinking about it for a while, Han Cheng's mind fell on the Green Tribe again.

According to his budget, the Green Tribe should have reached the point where it could no longer hold on. Why hasn't that happened yet?

Could it be that something unexpected happened again?

As I was thinking randomly in my mind, the thing that I was originally sure of now became a little uncertain.

While he was worried about it, the leader of the Green Tribe was leading the people of the tribe, walking on the snow, shaking off their bodies, all the way towards the Green Bird Tribe.

Of course they were shaking, on the one hand, because they were short of food, and on the other hand, their tribe did not have any extra fur, all of which had been sent to that kind tribe in exchange for salt.

Apart from what each person wrapped around themselves, there was nothing else.

In order to exchange for more salt, some people even exchanged the animal skins they had wrapped in previous years for salt.

The leader of the Green Tribe put his numb hands to his mouth and blew on them. He turned around and looked at his fellow tribesmen whose faces and lips were blue and black due to the cold, and fell into regret again.

I shouldn’t have exchanged the last bit of salt!

Of course, it is useless to think about all these at this time. It is better to think about how to ask the wealthy tribe to borrow food.

Borrowing food from the wealthy tribe was the only solution the Green Tribe leader could think of to solve his current predicament.

Fortunately, this neighboring tribe is wealthy, otherwise he would not have the courage to do so.

After all, food is very important to every tribe, especially in winter.

The leader of the Green Tribe was very nervous, fearing that the trip would fail and that the people of that tribe would not lend them food.

However, this anxiety was suddenly alleviated a lot when I thought of the kind and generous Son of God.

The Son of God would probably agree...

(More will be added at 10 o'clock)