The heavy snow stopped, but everything around was still white. The temperature did not rise. Instead, it became even colder after the snow stopped.

Under the vast expanse of white snow, everything was quiet and there was little movement. Only a few extremely hungry birds were digging through the snow with their claws in places where the snow was thin, looking for some grass seeds to fill their stomachs.

In the distant white space, some small black dots appeared. These black dots were moving slowly and gradually getting bigger.

Gradually, it became clear that these black spots were a group of people trudging through the snow.

These people were wrapped in thick animal skins, with white air coming out of their mouths. Their eyebrows, beards, and hair above their foreheads were covered with a layer of white frost.

Some people tucked their weapons under their arms because of the cold.

Although the weather was cold, Blackrock and the people of the Blackrock Tribe were very happy because they brought back enough food for the tribe.

There were even more people walking in their group than they were.

These people were not wrapped in a lot of furs. Most of them were adult women, with some half-grown children, some adult men, and babies in their arms.

These people also had animal skin packages hanging on their bodies, and in the packages were the uneaten food that they had stored in their caves.

Now the food is being driven along with them by these evil people towards where the evil people live.

The fate of many of them is the same as the food they carry: they will be eaten as food.

Despite this, they did not dare to resist, because those who dared to resist had already been killed when they were in the tribe.

They no longer had the courage to resist. The weapons made of black stones in those people's hands were too sharp and could cut off their weapons!

The people of the Black Rock Tribe, while driving these people forward, some of them were dragging some hard objects. They were the adult males of the tribe who had been killed by them, as well as some weak people who had died of hunger and cold while walking on the road.

If it were a season with abundant food, Black Stone and the people in the tribe would not eat food that looked like them.

But now, the cold winter has arrived, and there is no extra food. The food they get from the conquered tribe is not enough to fill the people in the tribe, so they will not let these fellow tribesmen go.

After all, if they don’t eat them, people in the tribe will starve, or even starve to death.

In previous years when there was a food shortage, people in the tribe starved to death, and those who died of starvation were not thrown away but shared among them.

Because if we don't do this, more people will starve to death.

The stomach determines everything. When the stomach is hungry to a certain extent, many things can be thrown aside. Human feelings, reason and law are not as important as food.

In an era with etiquette and laws, people would eat their own children after thousands of miles of starvation, let alone an era without etiquette and laws...

“Flutter, flutter…”

As they got closer and closer to the crowd, they startled the birds that were foraging for food.

After the crowd passed by, the birds that had landed not far away flew back and continued to dig holes in the snow to find food.

Because of hunger, even they were too lazy to spread their wings and fly more.

In the cave of the Blackrock Tribe, flames rose and there was laughter and joy.

Chief Black Stone smiled as he watched this scene. He and his people found enough food for the tribe so that people in the tribe would not die of hunger and cold this year.

His eyes turned away from the food and the jubilant crowd and fell on the Black Stone weapons not far away.

A strong sense of self-confidence emerged in his heart.

With this weapon given by God, he is confident that he can lead the people in your tribe to get more food and make the tribe stronger.

No tribe will be able to be a match for their own tribe! Those tribes that dare to resist will be like these two tribes.

Their weapons and bodies will be cut into pieces by the black stones of their own tribe!

A feeling of self-confidence spread among Blackrock and the hearts of all the people in the Blackrock Tribe, and everyone believed it firmly.

The dead insects, along with their lives, awakened this tribe that possessed god-level weapons, and made them truly realize their own strength...

The Qingque tribe, which is far away from here, is also covered in white at this time.

The thick walls, the watchtowers on top of the walls, and the thatched and black-tiled roofs were all covered with a layer of snow.

However, unlike other places, there was not much snow on the roof, and water drops were dripping from the icicles hanging from the eaves.

In all the inhabited rooms of the Qingque tribe, there are kangs, which keep the room warm, so snow cannot accumulate on them for too long.

The cold wind, which had become much weaker after passing over the wall, blew the rows of crystal icicles hanging under the eaves, blew the tattered straw hat on the snowman's head askew, and shook the wind chimes made of crystal icicles, making a "ding-ling-ling..." note. The sound was crisp, just like transparent icicles.

Amidst all these sounds, there would sometimes be the ostentatious cries of hens laying eggs coming from the chicken coop.

With sufficient food supply, some chickens have broken their own rules and can lay eggs in winter.

When you are full, you want to do that. This is not only true for humans, but also for eggs.

In the next pen, the geese whose feathers have been clipped...

Someone appeared with a stick and started knocking on the icicles hanging under the eaves. After a crisp sound, a pile of broken ice and jade appeared on the ground.

The minors ran over cheering and squatted there to look for the icicles that suited their taste.

The younger ones, wrapped up like dumplings, were clumsy and stumbling as they ran over there...

The Qingque tribal compound in winter is less busy than before and more leisurely, lazy and warm, which always makes people feel happy.

If at this time, those who could not bear the hunger in the winter could push open the doors of the three houses where the respected Son of God and the witch of the tribe lived and see the scenes inside, they would definitely drool and curse.

In the middle room, which was used as a living room, white vapor was filling the air.

The stone table in the middle had somehow turned into a square stove made of bricks and mud.

The stove is one meter square and only one meter high. In the middle of the stove is a clay pot about thirty centimeters in diameter, like a pottery jar.

At this time, the flames burning in the small stove illuminated the fire pit red, and the water in the clay pot was bubbling.

Seeing that there was not much food left in the clay pot, Han Cheng turned around with a smile and brought a plate from a wooden shelf not far away. On the plate were mutton slices that were cut with a copper knife and were so thin that they were almost transparent.

A plate of mutton slices was poured into the clay pot. A group of people were eating and sweating slightly on their heads. No one spoke, and their eyes were all fixed on the clay pot.

The thin mutton slices were cooked after a little boiling. After Han Cheng scooped them up with chopsticks, the other leaders of the Qingque tribe all quickly attacked with chopsticks in one hand and bowls in the other. In the blink of an eye, the whole plate of mutton that had just been put into the pot had been divided up completely.

Foodies, a bunch of foodies!

Han Cheng put the mutton into his mouth and kept sighing.

Wu had obviously forgotten what Han Cheng had said to him when he called him to eat. He picked up his chopsticks with great mastery of the key points of "steady, accurate and ruthless". With one move of his chopsticks, he was able to scoop up half a bowl of mutton slices.

Although they all have lost a few teeth, their eating speed is not inferior to that of young people like Han Cheng.

He devoured the mutton in the bowl in no time. Without Han Cheng having to do anything, he put another plate of mutton into the pot and also poured half a plate of frozen tofu into the pot.

Han Chengdu was stunned by what he saw.

You said you weren’t hungry?

Didn’t we say we were just going to try it?

Wu, where is your moral integrity?

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