Ancient wasteland

"I'm so stupid. Really." Jing Zhu hugged his knees, sat shivering in the corner of the cave, and tried his best to ignore the many savages beside him.

Like Mrs. Xianglin possessing her body, she muttered in a low voice, "I'm so stupid, I only know that I have a warehouse full of gold, which is a huge sum of money.

But I don't know what to do with so much gold in a place where precious metals don't circulate, I'm really stupid..."

In the other corner, Cao prodded his companion, motioning him to look at Jing Que who was sitting in the distance, "Shui, look at that strange man, he is muttering again.

You said he was muttering something all day long, maybe he was reciting spells. "

The little boy next to him shook his head vigorously, "The only way to recite spells is to worship grandpa, how could he do that."

Cao scratched the back of his head suspiciously, "But he just sat there all day, didn't move, and didn't go out with us to collect food, so he couldn't get any food.

If it goes on like this, he will starve to death, and we have to carry him out and throw him away. It's so annoying, I can't even eat enough, and I don't want to move. "

The water gently patted his head, which was covered with weeds and mud, as a sign of comfort, "Just wait for the wind and the others to come back, just bear with it."

Feng led the team out to exchange salt, and the patriarch was bitten by a poisonous snake again. The hunting team couldn't catch the prey, and the soldiers were half full.

They can only drink wild vegetable soup, which is full of water, and there is no trace of oil in the soup. Even if they drink enough at that time, they will soon be hungry.

After Jing Que finished talking, he felt a little hungry, his stomach was growling. He lowered his head and looked at his belly without any fat.

Unable to hold back, Xinxi touched it first, and was very satisfied with the muscles given by the system. It is a thin layer, firm and powerful, and not exaggerated.

It was the perfect figure in his mind, and he was a little embarrassed.He stood up and slowly walked around the people lying still in the hole.

Climbing along the dirt slope to the entrance of the cave, Cao Cao tugged at Shui's arm, pointed at Jing Zhu, "Look, that weird guy is going out."

The water held the grass, "Leave him alone, go to sleep."

Without food, there is no strength. People in the big cave rely on sleep to maintain their strength. In the huge cave, there are people lying all over the ground.

Cao didn't want to sleep, he was afraid that he would fall asleep, and he wouldn't be able to wake up again. In the cold season that just passed, many people were like this, and they fell asleep and never woke up again.

But he couldn't help it, he was so hungry that he couldn't even go out for activities.

Cao pursed her lips and looked towards the entrance of the cave, only to see that strange man staring at him upright, as if he was thinking about something.

The man's eyes were different from theirs.

Those eyes, the color of the sky, magnificent but gentle, the grass thought they were beautiful, more beautiful than their black eyes.

Everywhere in the tribe is gray and black, and the sky is too far away, so people can't help but get close to those eyes.

Jing Que had heard the two little kids whispering about him a long time ago, and guessed in his heart that his good hearing was also a cheat for his body.

He stood at the entrance of the cave, hooking his fingers at the child.

Cao was a little hesitant, but looking at those eyes, curiosity prevailed in the end, and he moved over slowly.

Staring at Jing Que, baring his little tiger teeth, "What do you want to do?"

Well, it’s miraculous that Jing Yu can still understand what they said. He felt like he was wearing a real-time microphone. He rubbed his belly and said, “I’m hungry.”

Looking for a quiet place to sneak something to eat.

The environment in the cave was really bad, there was a stench everywhere, and it was difficult to even breathe, and he was amazing if he could hold back and not vomit.

...I really can't eat in this environment.

Cao rolled his eyes at him, "If you don't work yourself, there is no food for you in the tribe."

Looking at his beautiful blue eyes after speaking, he couldn't help but soften his tone, and slowly slipped down from the hole, "Let's go."

Jing Que was a little surprised, "Where are you going?"

Cao pursed her mouth angrily, "Dig some worms for you to eat. It didn't rain today, so I don't know if I can dig them."

Bugs...or dug bugs.

Thinking of the maggots in the rotten soil, Jing Qu endured the nausea for a long time and finally couldn't hold back, his throat rolled and wanted to vomit.

Fortunately, he was captured by Brother Master, so he hadn't eaten anything, and there was nothing in his stomach. He just retched a few times, with sour water.

He quickly reached out and grabbed the little boy, his face turned pale, "Ugh, I don't eat bugs."

Grass felt a little helpless, "If you want to eat it, you may not be able to dig it."

Only when they are lucky can they dig up the worms, and their grass eyes are bright as they are talking.

He ran towards the people who were walking towards the entrance of the cave, "Wild!"

Jing Qu followed and looked over, and there was a man standing nearly two meters tall in an animal skin skirt, holding a bloody black-skinned beast in his hand.

The little boy Sa Yazi rushed over and bumped into that person, who remained motionless, lowered his head, and reached out to touch Cao Cao's head.

Pulling off a few red fruits from the vines tied around his waist, he handed them to the little boy, looked up at Jing He standing in the distance, and thought about it for a while.

Tear off the beast's foreleg and hand it to him.

Cao Cao just wanted to ask if there were any grass roots or fruits, but he didn't expect Ye to give him meat, and the corners of his mouth parted in excitement.

He received it in his hand without saying a word, and thanked him loudly, "Thank you Ye!"

After speaking, he turned his head and ran towards Jing Que, happily gesticulating with the animal leg, "We have meat to eat, so we don't need to dig bugs!

Let's go, let's cook the meat and share it with everyone in the cave. "

Jing Que stared at the man, Cao Cao carried the meat and walked forward, explaining to him as he walked, "That is Ye, the warrior of our tribe, he is super powerful.

And he is super nice, he often brings us food, he hunts far and can often find wild fruits.

Oh, that's right, you were also rescued by him. "

Jing Qu said stiffly, "I don't need him to save me, I can run by myself."

... Well, it is still necessary, at least he was not bitten to death by a snake, and his eyes are still intact.

But for this warrior's method of knocking people unconscious and carrying them away without saying a word, even if he is rescued, he will not be grateful!

Cao didn't take his words to heart at all, happily took the front leg back, and divided a few red fruits.

Then call the people in the cave together, light a fire and cook the meat.

Seeing him come back with the meat, the people lying on the ground got up one after another, with some smiles on their skinny faces, staring at the stone pot eagerly.

Some even rolled their throats, swallowing saliva constantly.

A stone pot was used. It was said to be a stone pot, but it was actually a slightly sunken stone, which should have been dug out manually.

The bottom of the pot was an inch thick, water was poured in, the fire was set up, and there was no reaction for a long time.

Jing Qu estimated that the pot of water would take half an hour to boil, and the meat would not be eaten within 2 hours.

He gave up waiting for the meat to be cooked, and sat beside him to rest his mind.Take another chance to sneak out and get something to eat.

He didn't want to eat it, but when he saw that the human flesh was thrown into the stone pot without washing it, he couldn't help but stop it.

Facing the questioning faces of the crowd, Jing Que swallowed, "Wash the meat first, then peel off the skin and cook."

Cao tilted her head, her face full of doubts, "Why do you need to wash it, what should you do if you wash off the blood on it, it can be boiled for soup.

The fur cannot be peeled, and it can be eaten after being boiled. "

That look was a blank condemnation, as if questioning why he came up with such a wasteful idea, Jing Que was stunned, and then looked around.

They all have the same eyes and thoughts, and the old face wrinkled into orange peel is full of direct doubts.