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The small basket in Meng's arms was caught off guard, and Ya grabbed it and hugged her tightly, watching Cheng Yang and Meng defensively, for fear that they would come to snatch it.

There was nothing in his arms, Meng lost his basket, his expression was like retreating with the two little chicks, extremely sad, and immediately cried out with a "wow".

The sound was so magical that Cheng Yang felt a headache, and quickly coaxed, "Don't cry, don't cry, I can make another one for you."

"Really?" There were two lines of tears on Meng's face, and his whole body was still immersed in the sadness of losing his beloved.

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Cheng Yang quickly promised, "Really, I made that basket. As long as there are vines, I can make another one!"

Vines are the most common things in the dense forest, and there are countless of them.

His dark face was covered with tears, and he looked extremely embarrassed. Hearing this, he sniffed his snot and laughed.

"I want two more!"

"I want two too!"

Ya, who had snatched the small basket, was not to be outdone at this time, and hurriedly said that she looked at Cheng Yang with eagerness on her face.

Although Ya is a girl, she is much taller than Meng and Cheng Yang. Her arms and legs are full of strong muscles. She is usually competitive and competes with others from time to time. Children in the tribe are afraid of her when they see her. .

At this moment, facing her request, Cheng Yang did not immediately agree, but raised his head, stared into her eyes with a serious expression, and said, "You should apologize to Meng."

"Apologize?" Ya asked puzzled.

"Yeah." Cheng Yang nodded seriously, "You shouldn't grab his things."

He has always disliked children, which has a lot to do with his brother's nephew.

Some rascals insist on grabbing something they like, regardless of whether it is owned or not, which is very annoying, and the parents behind the rascal are even more disgusting.

His eyelashes drooped, and Cheng Yang's thoughts drifted away, as if seeing his sister-in-law in his previous life, thinking of that woman, the air pressure around him suddenly dropped, and Ya who was beside him suddenly felt a little cold, subconsciously shivered, and then felt very wronged.

In the past, when she asked others for things, they had already given them to her.

She is stronger than Meng, if you can't beat her fiercely, you should give her the small basket, if you can't keep your own things fiercely, how can you blame her?

This world belongs to the strong, and the weak are to be conquered. This is the law of the jungle.

Unconvinced, Ya straightened up stubbornly, and said in a choked voice, "I'm right! I'm much better than him, this basket should belong to me!"

The men of the tribal hunting team always get more meat, this is the rule, the strong can get more than the weak.

Even if Abba knew about it, he wouldn't say anything.Because she is stronger than Meng!

Ya firmly believed that she was right.

Suddenly seeing the two confronting each other, he felt scared, and poked Cheng Yang, signaling him not to argue with Ya.

He felt that what Ya said was reasonable. This was indeed a consistent principle in the tribe, and the weak could not keep their own things.

He is still young now, when he grows up, he will become a warrior, and then he will be able to guard his own things!

Cheng Yang does not agree with the law of the jungle. Human beings can stand out from thousands of species, and it never depends on force.

"Conquering the enemy by force is the work of the strong and conquering the weak."

"Military force is never used to deal with people." Cheng Yang's voice was immature, but sonorous and powerful, making people intimidated.

Taking advantage of her age difference, Ya bullied those who were younger than herself fiercely. Could it be that the weak did it?

There is silence in the dense forest, except for the rustling of the leaves when the wind blows.

The clansmen who had gone back to deliver the wild fruit happened to have just arrived, and what they heard were these sonorous and powerful words.

Force is not used against clansmen...

Conquer the enemy with force, for the strong...

It is the work of cowards to conquer the weak...

No one has ever said this to them. For a moment, their hearts seemed to be surging, and they could not be calm for a long time.

Most of the people in the tribe responsible for picking wild fruits are women and physically weak men. Although they must diligently collect wild fruits every day, they always feel that they owe the tribe, especially those men, who cannot fight for the tribe. It is their disgrace.

Every time they face the warriors of the hunting team, they are not consciously short of breath, never dare to fight with them, why is their heart not sour?

However, the strong prey on the weak, and as the weak, they never dare to raise objections in their hearts.

But today, after hearing Cheng Yang's words by accident, he could feel his long-suppressed emotions churning.

Ya remained silent for a long time, and finally threw the basket in her hand to Meng, turned around and walked deep into the dense forest.

The people present were very worried, there are many wild beasts in the depths of the dense forest.

"Ya, wait for us..."

"Hey, be careful, there is a king of the mountain!"

A group of people scattered, and after a while, only Meng and Cheng Yang stayed where they were.The two looked at each other and turned to leave.

"Chengyang, thank you just now!"

"no need thank me?"

Scratching his head fiercely, he was in a good mood and said briskly, "Thank you for helping me get the basket back from Ya."

"I'm not helping you. I would say the same thing if I were someone else." Cheng Yang tilted his head, looked at Meng beside him, his eyes were full of seriousness, "If you rob someone else, I will also say something to help him .”

With a blank face, Na Na said, "I, I won't steal other people's things..."

Cheng Yang didn't speak, picked up the stone knife, bent down, and cut down the vines on the road.

Seeing this, Meng Ye imitated him by squatting down and playing with the vines.

"let me help you……"

"No, you just need to collect the eggs by the side, don't break them."

Cheng Yang hurriedly stopped and asked him to take it aside.

He needed a stone knife to cut vines, and he prepared it in advance, but Meng didn't bring anything. It would be too inefficient to rely on his hands alone, so it's better to stay with An Sheng next to him.

Besides, there is still a basket of eggs and two chicks there, if you are rash, it will be a chicken-and-egg fight.

Cheng Yang cut a bundle of vines swiftly, peeled them first as before, and weaved them nimbly with his fingers.

It didn't take long to weave two more delicate little baskets.

Cheng Yang and Meng picked up three baskets of eggs before returning to the tribe.

Along the way, Meng was very happy, holding the basket carefully, looking at the piles of eggs inside, he was very satisfied.

At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and the people of the tribe came back from the dense forest one after another.

Cheng Yang returned to his tent with the two chicks in his arms.

The tents in the tribe are all made of animal skins. The one Cheng Yang lives in is left by his original parents. It has been used for a long time, and many places are damaged.

Cheng Yang put the chicks on the ground aside, weaved a nest with the vines he brought back, and put some soft leaves, a bird's nest was formed.

He looked at the two little chicks in the nest with satisfaction, thinking about his own breeding career.

When they grow up, they can lay eggs. At that time, eggs lay chickens, chickens lay eggs, and eggs and chickens are endless!

You can even pluck their fur to make clothes!

No, it was still too few. Cheng Yang felt that two chicks would not be enough, and he had to catch a few more.

As for whether they are birds or chickens, it makes no difference if the feathers on the wings are cut off, since they cannot fly anyway.

He touched his dilapidated tent, worried in his heart, and the most urgent thing to do was to solve the house.

The tent has been broken like this, how can it keep out the wind and cold in winter, not only his tent, but many other families in the tribe are like this.

At present, there is a shortage of animal skins in the tribe, so it is not feasible to use animal skins to mend tents.

It seems that we still have to find another way.

"Successful sheep, the tits are back!"

"He found what you wanted!"