I am a primitive

Looking at this piece of weeds that were almost dead and extremely important to their tribe, his eyes were a little loose, and he felt a little dizzy all over.

These weeds are fine, why are they withered?

After mumbling like this for a while, he finally sat down on the ground.

The people around and other Green Tribes also seemed extremely restless and helpless.

Tonight, the cave where the Green Tribe lived was extraordinarily quiet, and an indescribably oppressive atmosphere permeated the cave. Compared with the relaxed and joyful feeling of last night, it was almost impossible to breathe.

From hopeful to hopeless, it's just a matter of a day.

The leader of the Green Tribe suffered from insomnia again, but the mood between the two was far apart...

"￥#￥..."

The Green Tribe squatted on the ground weakly, holding his head with his hands, looking extremely uncomfortable.

After squatting like this for a while, he finally stood up and gave orders to the tribe to prepare food and animal skins and go to that rich tribe to exchange for salt.

Because most of the previous transactions were covered with weeds, so there are still a lot of skins left in his tribe.

However, judging from the fact that table salt is more expensive than pottery, the salt they brought in exchange for the animal skins this time could not last for too long...

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In the early morning, the sun spread down, the dew evaporated quickly, and the air became hot.

"YoYo……"

With his head held high and his chest high, Uncle Lu led a growing group of people out of the deer circle, heading towards the vast world outside...

The scorching sun scorched, and the ubiquitous cicadas screamed annoyingly.

Staying under the tree, the grass root wearing a wildly fabricated grass ring looked up at the tree that seemed to have nothing, and gritted his teeth irritably.

At this time, he only regretted that he didn't have wings, otherwise, he would have caught all these noisy and annoying things from the tree, roasted them with fire, and put them all in his mouth.

After looking at it for a while, he turned his eyes again to the field in front of him, which was not very open after all kinds of trees had grown branches and leaves due to the arrival of summer.

It was still quiet there. Occasionally, some birds would come down, look for some insects and ants in the grass, and then fly away with flapping wings.

There is no really cool place in summer, even in the shade of a tree, with nothing on your body except a few leaves, and the roots of the grass are still sweating.

Most of it is because the weather is really hot, and part of it is because of the impatience in my heart.

The deer that made him suffer, and almost made them tribe, has never appeared since that time.

If it weren't for the scars that hadn't healed on his body, he would have doubted whether it was an illusion.

Because of this incident, the grassroots and a few other people were often ridiculed by the people in the tribe. Many people said that they said this on purpose at the beginning, and wanted to use this to attract the attention of the tribe, otherwise , Why did those deer appear once and then never appear again?

The vast majority of primitive people have not yet learned to be "tactful", and it is this kind of outspoken ridicule and suspicion that is even more unacceptable.

So this group of deer has become the obsession in the grassroots heart.

He wants to use his actions to prove to everyone in the tribe that he is not lying.

In the beginning, there were three other people who did this with him.

But after searching for a period of time and waiting for the herd of deer to disappear, the three people stopped coming.

Gradually, I even made jokes with others and still insisted on grassroots.

Of course, because of survival reasons, he still has to hunt with the tribe every day, and it is impossible to stay near this sad place every day.

They only come here in hot weather like now, or when other tribes don't hunt much.

"#￥￥..."

After waiting for a while, feeling that the weather was not so hot, the grass root said something to himself, sighed, and was about to get up and leave, returning to the tribe.

Because when he left, the leader of the tribe had already made a clear statement that he needed to go hunting when the weather was cooler and the people had more strength.

"Whoa..."

Under the slight shaking of the blades of grass, the grass roots who had just stood up immediately squatted down again, their eyes staring straight at the not-so-open place, showing strong disbelief and surprise.

Following his gaze, he saw a deer that looked bigger than the rest of the deer. It was walking in the grass that was not too tall, and would lower its head to eat two mouthfuls of grass from time to time.

Behind it, followed by a larger number of deer of various sizes.

As they walked, they grazed leisurely, like a group of elves, and as unreal as a wonderful dream, they appeared in front of them inadvertently.

Grassroots quickly confirmed that this was not a dream, because in the group of deer that suddenly appeared, he found the wolf that had left a deep enough impression on him.

This made his feverish mind calm down a lot, and he gave up the idea of ​​rushing out to capture the deer alone.

Not to mention that the running ability of the deer is very strong, he might not even be able to catch up to the smallest deer by himself, just the six wolves who don't eat deer and hang out with them all day long are not something he can deal with .

He paused here for a while, then got up quietly, and made a decision to report to the tribe, and then come together with the tribe to kill the deer.

In this way, the tribe can not only get enough food, but also prove to everyone in the tribe that they are not lying, regain their image in the tribe, and become proud.

Grassroots thought this way, looked at the herd of deer from a distance, and quietly got up...

"￥%#￥!"

Under the sun, a group of bare-chested primitive men and women came from a distance with weapons in their hands.

Except for the animal skins or leaves around their waists, there is nothing else on them.

In their hands, they held crude weapons made of common materials such as stone, bone, and wood.

These weapons are not as tough as the fangs and claws of ferocious beasts, but they also make them, who have no advantages in all aspects, become one of the hunters.

Let them rely on the power to fight those beasts.

As they walked forward, the person who looked like the leader was still cursing the grassroots who were not doing their jobs properly.

It was said that it was going to go hunting when it was cooler, but he still didn't go back. He was just obsessed with the deer that no one else had seen except him and three others!

Because of this group of deer, their tribe almost didn't survive the last winter, and now, he is still obsessed with the group of missing deer!

This annoyed the leader and the rest of the tribe, including the three who had shared hardships with the grassroots.

They came here today because they wanted to teach the grassroots a lesson, so that he would stop doing his job like this. If he was still so obsessed, then when winter came again, they wouldn't mind eating him.

In such emotions, they kept approaching the land that once brought bad luck to their tribe and they were reluctant to come.