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The snowy moon came to an end, and on the fifth day of 150, the wind stopped and the snow stopped.

The cave of the Yihu patriarch is very lively, everyone has a smile on their faces, today is the day when the tribal hero Bai Bing returns to form.

Master Ning said that the whole family should celebrate and hold a banquet.

Ning Miao got up early in the morning to work, frying, frying, stewing, steaming, and cooking ingredients in different ways.

"Ning." Bai Yi walked lightly, "What is this?"

"Well, it's called rice cake." Ning Miao gave a [-]% feeling, and smiled with satisfaction.

"In my hometown, Xueyuetian will usher in the most important festival, which we call the New Year."

"New Year?" Bai Yi poked at Bai Bai's rice cake dumpling, "Ning, we will also celebrate the New Year in the future."

Ning Miao was stunned. That's right, there is no need to miss the Spring Festival on Earth. You can also celebrate the New Year here. "Okay, let's celebrate the New Year too."

"We need to wear new clothes during the Chinese New Year, cook delicious food, steam rice cakes, make dumplings in some places, give lucky money to children, set off firecrackers and fireworks, post Spring Festival couplets, visit relatives, dance lions and dragons..."

"Ning, you speak so fast." The patriarch of Erhuo showed eight white teeth, and an invisible tail kept shaking behind him, "I don't understand much, you tell me everything, speak slowly."

Suddenly the snow was bright behind him, and Ning Miao turned her head in panic. The white winged tiger radiated a faint blue and white light, illuminating the entire cave, and it shone brilliantly for a moment.

At the entrance of the cave and on the platform, from morning to noon, the males raised their wooden spears one after another, stomping through the ice and snow, and all the clansman clenched their fists in front of their foreheads, shaking the mountains and fields with a primitive and powerful cry: "Hero! Hero! Hero!"

Bai Yi rushed towards the light source, "Brother, brother!"

Ning Miao's footsteps were fixed in place until the strong light dissipated, and a tall and big figure came over.

Our little clan witch opened his arms, "Bingge, welcome home."

Being deeply embedded in the man's chest, his strong arms made his back ache, and the man's panting came from his ears. Ning Miao smelled a sweet taste of ice cream, and his earlobe was licked by the cool tip of his tongue. Yuzhi's cold voice came straight in.

"rather."

One word made Ning Miao go numb all over.

Fortunately, the survival instinct saved the Winged Tiger Witch who was hit with a red heart and was critically hit by [-]. "Brother Bing, let me take a breath first, strangled to death."

"Soldiers of the Yihu tribe, brothers." Bai Yi walked out of the cave, and said loudly: "From now on, every year on the 150th day of the snowy month will be our festival. This festival is called Chinese New Year."

Little feet: "Patriarch, what is year? Is it fun, can I eat it?"

Hu He: "A Yi, is it a sacrifice to the gods?"

"Master Ning." Lai looked up at his idol, "I want to celebrate the New Year with you."

Ning Miao is determined to bring the world-class intangible cultural heritage of the Chinese "Nian" culture to the Chiyue Forest: "For the New Year, first, we must be reunited and be with our families."

"Second, steam rice cakes and wear new clothes."

"Third, when it gets dark, light a torch and send it outside the tribe, telling the gods that we have had another snow moon, and we will spend many more snow moons! We are winged tigers, and we are the masters of Donglu!"

The enthusiasm reached the highest point, and the scene was a bit chaotic.

The clansmen, male and female, swarmed up, lifted Ning Miao, Bai Bing, and Bai Yi into the air.

Ning Miao was worried about what to do if she didn't catch it, but it turned out that worrying was unnecessary. Countless hands firmly caught the messenger of God.

Great, kind and kind clan witch, we are not willing to let you suffer the slightest injury!

Dinner was early and the sky was just getting dark.

Except for tiger spirits and spears, the clansmen who drank Huobiter soup, the male carried the female on his back, the father carried the child, and the middle-aged carried the elder, holding torches made of dead branches, singing and laughing along the frozen stream.

Bai Yi wrapped her little female in the animal skin quilt, and hugged her whole into her arms.

Four or ten minutes later, at the end of the river, the ice storm hanging in the air was spectacular, and Ning Miao was the first to throw a torch into the deep pool.

The second, the third, 820 eight torches across the night.

Hu He took the tiger spirit and the spear, and each threw three spears.

Bai Bing still had the last one in his hand, and Ning Miao's childishness came up, and he put his hands around his mouth in a trumpet shape, took a deep breath, it was time to show the man's lung capacity.

"Xiao Liuxue, Happy Chinese New Year..."

The torch prepared for Xiao Liuxue rose into the air in response to the long echo.

The little feet imitated the lesson immediately, opened their throats and let out an astonishingly loud voice: "Happy Chinese New Year! God give me a partner!"

"Happy Chinese New Year, God bless Ah Ling to give birth to Xiao Liuxue safely!"

"Happy Chinese New Year, next year we will catch more prey!"

"Happy Chinese New Year, I want to burn better porcelain!"

"Happy New Year, I want to grow up quickly..."

……

Ning Miao really didn't expect the power of fans to be so great. This wave of imitation shows seems to be hanging, and the essence of shouting mountains has been successfully grasped by the tribe.

What was even more unexpected was that Echo was also different from others.

"Help, help..."

"Oh my god, there is someone up there. Hey, brothers of Yihu, we are the Mountain Bear Clan. Do you remember me? I am Xiong Er. For the long-term and beautiful friendship between the two clans, come and help us."

The tribe looked at each other in blank dismay.

Dear Yihu tribe, congratulations on getting the side mission of saving the mountain bear tribe, please choose to accept or give up.

Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda and choosing a woolen thread.

Bai Yi and dozens of male clansmen rushed to the source of the sound.

Philosophers do not deceive me, what is the difference between humans and animals, in addition to making and using tools, they also know how to help each other and cooperate.

What a year full of surprises.

The situation of the Shanxiong tribe is hard to describe. The four members of the 370 tribe are dark and thin, and their clothes are ragged. Most of the male tribesmen are wounded.

miserable.

Bai Yi arranged for people to lift, carry, and hug.

An hour later, the Shanxiong people were placed in the conference hall and charcoal was burned, and Ning Miao asked Lai to use all the animal skins in stock to distribute to the Shanxiong people.

Tian Du cooked the ginger soup and gave it to the children and the female to drink first.

The meat porridge was boiled until it was thick, and the smell of salty food aroused the stomach that was in desperate need of comfort.

A little orc ran to the stove, begging, "Daddy, I'm hungry, I want to eat, Daddy."

Tian didn't get angry and said: "Which family's little bear is this, whoever has food is daddy?"

He poured a little unambiguously in his hand, and quickly scooped up a pottery bowl full of meat porridge and handed it to the little orc, "Eat slowly, it's hot."

The Shanxiong people licked every pottery bowl so clean that they basically didn't need to wash it.

After filling their stomachs, the exhaustion from long-term travel and injuries hit, and they fell asleep peacefully one by one.

After working in the middle of the night, Ning Miao was also extremely tired, and when she returned home, her soul performed a stunt: falling asleep.

By the way, I perfectly missed the embarrassment and discomfort of the three of them sharing the bed after Bai Bing returned to form.

Bai Yi kissed Ning Miao's cheeks several times before he reluctantly put the soft little female into his brother's arms, and pressed himself against his partner's back from behind.

The younger brother sniffed, "Brother, I will hold you tomorrow night."

Bai Bing stretched out his long hand, and rumpled his younger brother's curly hair, "Sleep."