Chapter 163 There is salvation! (Updated 2)

The tribe that Ji Feng belongs to lives in natural caves in the winter.

When spring comes and flowers bloom, they will return to the wooden house at the foot of the mountain.

It is too cold in the winter and people will freeze to death in the wooden house.

Ji Feng ran into the woods with a torch, and some strong men in the tribe followed him into the woods. Their tribe was already in a difficult situation, and if something happened to the chief, then their tribe would really be finished.

Who knew that they did not find the chief, but instead found the 12 old men who went into the mountain in the morning. When they found them, some of them were so hungry that they could not walk, and some had already been frostbitten.

If they had not arrived in time, these people would not have survived tonight.

These people brought everyone back directly. Although some people were unwilling to come back, they happened to be accompanied by their own younger generations, all relatives. Who could watch their elders choose to die?

In the end, they naturally brought everyone back.

When they came back, they found that the chief was still nowhere to be seen, and everyone became even more anxious.

"First, feed the elderly at home some ginger water, cook some porridge, and warm them up by the fire. If they can recover, they are lucky. If they can't, they will be in danger."

A white-haired old man, leaning on a cane in one hand, made arrangements very calmly.

"But witch doctor, our rice is almost gone, only a little is left. If we save a little, the tribe can still hold on for three days. If we cook porridge now, we can't even hold on for three days."

The chief's wife was in a dilemma.

It's not that she didn't want to feed these old people, but there was too little food.

The white-haired old man sighed deeply, "This is all destined by God. Spring is late, and the food for the winter is getting less and less."

"If spring doesn't come again, not only our tribe, but also several nearby tribes will perish because of lack of food. It's just a matter of a few days earlier or later."

"Cook it."

The white-haired old man is the only witch doctor in the tribe, and he is the most important person in the tribe besides the chief.

"Witch doctor, forget it. We are all old bones. We have lived for so many years. It is enough. Let's not waste food anymore."

An old man spoke slowly, and this sentence immediately resonated with other old people who were still awake.

"Yes, forget it. Leave the rice for the children."

There was a cry in the crowd.

These were all their relatives. They had always lived together. They gathered together in spring, farmed together, hunted together, and ate together.

Now, listening to the old man's words, everyone felt bad.

Especially the children of these old people.

"There is only a little rice left. Even if you don't eat it, this little rice is not enough for the children in the tribe. You can eat it peacefully."

The old man looked at the woman, "Cook it."

The chief's wife immediately cooked rice porridge in a clay pot.

The other tribesmen had numb faces, looking ashen, and their stomachs were rumbling. They only ate one meal a day.

It would be strange if they were not hungry.

"Ji Lei, Ji Yu, go out and look for him. The chief is alone. It's so cold in the forest at night. Don't make any mistakes."

"Yes, witch doctor."

The two of them happened to be Ji Feng's younger brother and sister. They couldn't wait any longer. After hearing this, they immediately picked up torches and ran out.

"What's the point of finding the chief? The chief said when he came back from the neighboring tribe that if we don't borrow food, we will still be hungry."

"We will definitely starve to death, just like the Red Stone Tribe. Because there was no food to survive the winter, there were more than 200 people in the tribe, and no one was left. They all starved to death in the cave, and their bodies were eaten by wild beasts."

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I still want to learn hunting from my father, I still want to be the bravest hunter! I don't want to die."

Suppressed crying came slowly, and in the silent night, it seemed to spread around.

Gradually, the crying became more and more, spreading from children to young people, and then to the elderly.

Deep sadness spread among the people. No one wanted to die, but they couldn't find a way to live.

Ji Feng came back at this time, "We have food! We have food!"

"Chief, don't lie to us. You said when you came back that you didn't borrow food from the neighboring tribe."

Someone said.

Ji Feng put the two bags of rice on his shoulders directly on the ground and said happily, "Yes, the Linshui tribe did not lend us food, but God didn't want us to starve to death, so he sent fairies to save us! These are all given to us by fairies!"

Everyone suddenly became energetic and immediately came over, surrounded Ji Feng in the middle, and looked at the two small bags of rice in shock.

"Chief, did you really see the immortal? What do immortals look like?"

"Is this really rice? How do I open it?"

"Chief, where did you meet the immortal? Will the immortal appear again?"

...

People asked questions one after another, and the noise made Ji Feng's ears buzz.

Ji Feng stopped everyone's doubts. He looked at the woman who was also wrapped in tiger skin, "Ayu, take people to cook more porridge so that everyone can have a bowl."

"Hey!" The woman was very happy, she was hungry too!

As soon as she called out, more than 20 women wrapped in various animal skins came out. When they heard about cooking porridge, they changed their despair and became excited.

When everyone saw the white rice in their pockets, all their problems disappeared. They immediately knelt down and began to kowtow.

"Thank you, immortal, for saving the lives of my entire family!"

Everyone was truly grateful from the bottom of their hearts.

More than a hundred people knelt down and kowtowed together, making a huge noise and extremely spectacular.

When everyone saw the white rice, they believed Ji Feng's words. They had never seen such rice before. It must be that only the immortal world could have such rice! !

They were really lucky to get the help of the immortal!

The wind outside the cave was blowing hard, and people were shivering with cold.

Firewood was burning under the pottery pots in the cave, and soon, the aroma of rice spread throughout the cave.

A group of people gathered around each pottery pot, smelling the aroma, licking their lips and swallowing their saliva.

An anxious child pointed at the pottery pot and pulled the adult's arm, turning around anxiously, his stomach rumbling, looking at the pottery pot with shining eyes, wishing he could hold the pot and eat it directly. Although

there was food for the time being, the witch doctor still looked worried, "We don't know when spring will come, and these two bags of rice are far from enough."