In the cave of the Huangguo tribe, the flame continued to burn.
At this time of year, nothing they said would put out the fire.
There was a circle of people gathered around the fire.
These people were only covered with small amounts of animal skin, with a lot of skin exposed.
Although the weather was still extremely cold, they were wearing cool clothes as if it was summer.
If possible, they wouldn't want to dress so coolly.
In the past, there was no shortage of animal skins in the tribe. In winter, everyone wrapped themselves thickly with animal skins, and there were still some left over.
But this has not been the case in recent years, and their excess animal skins have been exchanged for delicious salt and exquisite pottery.
Now the chief is leading those who are still strong in the tribe to go out in the severe cold to find food for everyone in the tribe. It is only right for them to take off their animal skins and give them to the chief and his men to wear.
After all, without the animal skins, they could still stay in the tribe, huddled together around the fire, using the fire and each other's body temperature to keep warm.
Some hungry minors would run to the blocked cave entrance from time to time and look outside through the gaps.
Looking forward to the leaders who went out to look for food coming back soon with enough food.
They were all very hungry, and several of the minors had thin limbs, which made their stomachs look even taller and more bulging.
This "straw belly" is certainly not a good thing, but is caused by long-term hunger and malnutrition.
Some minors cried loudly due to hunger.
But the food in the tribe was so scarce that if people ate to their heart's content, a quarter of the people in the tribe could finish all the food.
Moreover, since the leader was not in the tribe, none of these people dared to touch the few available foods.
All they could do was to get some snow, boil it in a clay pot, and then give it to the minors to drink. Although it would not help them resist hunger, it could fill their stomachs to a certain extent and make them feel less cold.
Huang Guo and the others who stayed in the tribe looked at the smoking pottery jar and felt a little relieved.
Fortunately, we had the pottery jars exchanged from that kind tribe, otherwise, life would be even more difficult now.
Looking at this pottery jar, many people, like Huang Guo, were reminded of that mysterious, friendly and powerful tribe.
Think of the abundant food they carried with them, and the precious pottery and salt.
I remembered what they said not long ago when they were here, that if we couldn't survive, we could go and live in their tribe.
Now, their tribe really can’t survive.
Many people were thinking how nice it would be if they could live in that powerful tribe at this time.
I heard that there is a lot of food in their tribe. Under the leadership of the wise Son of God, the people living in their tribe don't have to go hungry...
No need to go hungry, and being able to eat three times a day... just thinking about this makes people envious.
A group of hungry people recalled what the people from that tribe had conveyed to them, and the more they thought about it, the more they desired to join that extremely desirable tribe.
However, what is sad is that not long ago their leader rejected it without even a second thought.
Now the people of that tribe have already left and gone to other tribes.
Even if they wanted to join that tribe, there was no way for them to do so.
Because they didn't know where to go to reach the wealthy tribe.
Things like this, coupled with the increasingly hungry stomach, gradually make people start to think about other things.
For example, now, even Huang Guo, who has slept with the leader more than once, is complaining about the leader in his heart.
If the leader had not rejected the invitation from that tribe, they would probably be living in that tribe now.
Eat delicious food, wear soft clothes made of animal skins...
And now, maybe someone in the tribe will die of hunger and cold, and then be eaten by everyone.
If the cold lasted longer, more than one person might have been eaten.
Huang Guo had experienced this kind of thing before.
Imagine if it was you who was eaten... Huang Guo couldn't help but shudder...
“$%6!”
The minor lying at the entrance of the cave shouted in surprise.
The people who were daydreaming in the sky due to hunger were immediately awakened and ran excitedly towards the cave entrance.
The yellow fruit closest to the cave entrance arrived first.
She simply moved the stone slab blocking the entrance to the side. The scene before her stunned her and everyone else who saw it.
Because the person approaching the cave was not the leader who led people out to find food, but the tribe that they were missing.
When Huang Guo and others were stunned, Shang Hemao and other members of the trade team were also a little stunned, because these people were wearing too cool clothes.
Don’t they feel cold?
Looking at Huang Guo and others with large pieces of flesh exposed, Shang, Mao and others couldn't help but look at each other.
“￥%6…!”
The adults were stunned, but the minors were not. They jumped and cheered, more excited than the leader and others who saw them returning with prey.
Because every time these people come, they are given some delicious food.
Sweet and sour fruits and fruit juice, a small bowl of delicious meat porridge...
Just thinking about these things makes these minors drool.
It can be said that these minors are the ones in the entire tribe who are most eager for the arrival of the Qingque tribe’s caravan.
They cheered and were no longer afraid of the cold wind outside. They ran out of the cave and headed towards the trading team of the Qingque tribe.
After long-term contact, they realized that the people in front of them were very kind and would not harm them.
Shang and Mao, who were walking in front, each picked up a minor who was running towards them, laughing, as if they were holding a child from their own tribe.
Huang Guo and the others watched this scene with smiles on their faces...
In the cave of the Huangguo tribe, the flames grew bigger, white steam came out of the large vats carried by the Qingque tribe's trading team, and the aroma of food spread throughout the cave.
The minors gathered around, staring at the big vat eagerly.
Even the adults who were wearing very little were constantly swallowing their saliva.
After many trades, when the strong men of the Huangguo tribe were out, the trading team of the Qingque tribe could easily enter their homes.
The food in the pottery jar was finally ready. Shang took out a bowl, filled it with porridge, and handed it to Huang Guo first.
Huang Guo hesitated for a moment and waved his hands repeatedly, mumbling something.
Shang understood what she meant. She said that their leader had not returned yet, so she didn't dare to eat and asked Shang to give the food to the minors.
"This is the food we give you. You can eat it without waiting for the leader. We will cook the food after the leader comes back. Eat it. You are already very hungry..."
Shang was very philanthropic. He expressed his opinion by looking at Huang Guo who was swallowing his saliva, and then pointed to the pottery jar to indicate that there was still a lot of food inside.
After understanding some of Shang's meaning, Huang Guo's eyes lit up.
Indeed, this is the food that this kind tribe gave to me and others. It is different from the original food of my tribe...
She smiled at Shang gratefully, then took the food from Shang's hand and started eating quickly without worrying about the burnt mouth.
Shang and Mao served them food and looked at everyone eating greedily with smiles on their faces.
The porridge this time contained half as much food as the porridge they usually ate, but for the people of the Huangguo tribe who had been eating bland porridge for a long time, this was still a rare delicacy...
In the snowy area in the distance, the leader of the Huangguo tribe led his people to continue walking forward on the snow.
He was almost frozen.
He wanted to go back very much, to drink a bowl of hot soup, and hug the women in the tribe to warm himself up, but looking at the pitiful harvest, he suppressed this thought...