I am a primitive

I used part of the food I collected to exchange for salt, and after I came back, I stepped up to pick and find food, and it would not be a problem to get through this winter...

Lucky psychology is the worst thing to do.

Most of the time, knowing that there are some things that cannot be done, once done, it is very likely to cause serious consequences.

But in the end, there are still many people who are constantly tempted on the verge of death.

At its core, the psychology of luck is at work.

Most people feel that they are different from others, and that they are luckier than others.

The same thing, other people can't do it, but if you replace it with yourself, it will be different...

It turns out that this is really just an illusion.

For example, in this cold weather that is about to snow, the leader of the Green Tribe, who shrank his neck and led people outside to look for food, was sinking into deep remorse.

After all, the snow still came down, first there were white snow grains, then there were fine snowflakes, and after that there were heavy snowfalls.

At that time, Han Cheng, who had drunk Tiger Whip wine, was doing push-ups on the kang.

Hearing the sound of someone in the courtyard yelling for snow in surprise, it was not too cold. He turned over from the kang and rushed to the door without even mentioning his shoes, impatiently looking at the falling snow particles.

At the same time, the leader of the Green Tribe, who was still leading people outside looking for prey and fruits, cursed at the falling snowflakes.

Scolding is scolding, but people still can't fight against God after all.

After leading people to search in the wild for a while, seeing the snowflakes falling bigger and bigger, he finally ordered to go back with a small harvest.

When they returned, the grass roots in the distance followed the second leader of the Soaring Snake Tribe and kept looking at the entrance of the cave, looking like they wanted to go out...

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In snowy weather, the grass roots don't want to go out, let alone the rest, just the time last winter when he and a few people from the tribe braved the severe cold to look for food outside, that left an impression on him enough Profound too.

The chilblains on his body and face are still marked to this day.

Of course, most things will not go according to his ideas, because whether in the original tribe or the current stronger tribe, his words are basically not very useful.

On the second day, he still walked out of the cave and walked towards the distance through the snow that covered his ankles.

They went to that place first, looking for some green grass that unicorn monsters like to eat, and then headed all the way to the big tribe far away.

It takes a long time to travel back and forth.

This matter, just think about it, the grass roots are full of reluctance.

But he still walked with the big team very vigorously.

At the same time, be prepared for hands, feet and face to be frozen.

But this time his hands and feet were not frozen open, because the second leader of the Tengshe tribe who was with him dug some white things for him, which were obtained by the witch praying to the gods.

Apply this thing on the exposed skin, so that it will not be cut by the cold wind...

While the fellow members of the Tengshe Tribe smeared this miraculous thing on their hands and faces, and kept admiring the greatness of the witch and the kindness of the gods, Caogen felt a little suspicious in his heart.

Because he found that he seemed to have seen this thing before.

In the past, the tribe used earthenware pots to boil broth and drink it. When the broth was cooled, sometimes there would be a white layer on it.

It looks very similar to what he's smearing now.

He put a little bit into his mouth, it was smooth and tasted like it.

The grass roots were extremely puzzled, why the things the witch prayed to the gods were so similar to the things that his tribe used to cook in clay pots?

After such doubts lasted in his heart for a long time, he finally suppressed them.

Because there is a gap like a gap between what is boiled in clay pots and what the witch prayed to the gods.

How could these two things be the same?

In this way of thinking, the second leader of the Tengshe tribe led them to dig through the snow to find the grass that the one-horned monsters like to eat, and then headed towards the big tribe.

This year's wait and see ends here.

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

If the food of the big tribe is not enough, they will lead people to attack the tribe they discovered before according to the Wu's arrangement...

The grass roots returned to the snow on the second day after the second leader of the Tengshe tribe returned to the tribe.

There are many people standing in the snow with him.

It's not about attacking other tribes, but the witches in the tribe. They want to carry out the annual praying to the gods for something that is very useful and helpful to the tribe.

I have never experienced these grassroots, and I am full of awe and respect for this.

This is communicating with the gods!

And that kind of white, something bestowed by the gods, is really very useful.

This kind of waiting lasted until the sky was about to darken. After praying to the gods for a whole day, the witch opened the blocked cave from the inside and let them in.

While the rest of the people were looking at the white things that were bestowed by the gods contained in the skull, most of the grass roots' attention was on the unpleasant smell that filled the things.

This smell is more familiar, and it's almost like this when the barbecue is burnt.

In this kind of thinking, the layer of oil floating on the cold broth reappeared in his mind, making his heart tremble...

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

The north wind was blowing, over the high wall, rolled up some snow foam, and the cold filled the world.

If it is not enough, its power can only be displayed outside, but inside the house, it will not be affected by them.

Because of the cold weather, there is more water vapor in the bathhouse, which is a vast expanse of whiteness, as if in a dream or in a fairyland.

Han Cheng likes this kind of scene the most, especially with Bai Xuemei, a slippery little daughter-in-law, beside him.

The two men of the opposite sex take a bath naked together, and they always wash very clean, from the inside to the outside, the same kind of cleanness on the outside and inside.

Facts have proved that taking a bath is very tiring. Taking the blushing Bai Xuemei out of the bathroom, back to the room, and laying down on the kang, Han Cheng soon fell into a dream.

On the contrary, Bai Xuemei, who had a red face, seemed to be in good spirits.

When Han Cheng woke up from his sleep, the outside was still as dark as before going to sleep.