Prehistoric Survival Records

Rigg scratched his nose and sneezed, suddenly he thought of something, he rushed to the hole and looked into the distance, and then he was stunned——

I saw a vast expanse of white stretching far away from the field of vision, from the mountain peaks to the valleys, continuously turning into a world of ice and snow with no boundaries to be seen.

Rieg stretched out his paw and rubbed it vigorously, he couldn't believe his eyes, he remembered that before going to bed last night, the fallen leaves were still golden and the autumn wind was rustling.

Based on the limited life experience of the above life, the conditions for snowfall will never be met in the past few days. This is simply amazing. Could it be said that the change of seasons in this world is just an instant thing.

Rieger was still thinking, but Charlie, who also crawled out of the nest, swished a few times, using a few protruding stones as footholds, and jumped to the ground very familiarly.

As a cub who also hasn't hatched for a long time, Charlie's growth rate is amazing. He has grown from an egg one-third larger than Rigg's to a volume that is the size of two eggshells.

As a feline, Rieger should be several times larger than Charlie, a bird, in terms of body shape, weight, and growth rate.

But the fact is just the opposite. When Charlie can climb up and down with the help of his little wings, Rieger can only hang himself on the cave wall like a piece of bacon.

It has to be said that compared to Charlie's monster-like growth rate, Rigg is just a younger brother.

Charlie, however, soon went back, presumably seeing his brother's plight and willing to come back to help - thank goodness he noticed.

The walls of the cave are a little smooth, but fortunately, those stones that were carelessly not removed during the excavation process are now like some small steps, which come in handy.

With the concerted efforts of the two brothers, Rigg finally left their cave for the first time, and stepped on the cold snow that covered the land with four paws.

Rigg originally thought that his paws would sink into the snowdrift, but probably because the biological evolution direction here is adapted to the local climate, Rigg only sank a little less than 2 centimeters, and stood firmly on the snow. The pads under the paws looked pink and tender, and they were actually very frost-resistant, which didn't make Rieg feel unbearable to step on the snow.

He stepped on his paws hard, and found that his feet felt quite solid, so he tentatively stepped on the snow.

How to describe the claw feeling, it is actually not as soft as imagined, probably because of the relatively high water content. When the bottom layer of snow falls to the ground, it absorbs the temperature of the earth and melts. After being covered by the upper layer of ice and snow, it transfers heat upwards. , After a night of melting, covering, freezing and covering again, only about two centimeters of the upper layer is actually snow, and the deeper part is actually frozen snow and solid ice.

With Rigg's weight, there is basically no possibility of subsidence.

Rigg heaved a sigh of relief when the danger was lifted. He was just about to tell Charlie about this discovery, but when he looked back, there was no sign of Charlie around him. He was like a wild dog running wild on the snow.

After all, this was the first snow in Charlie's life. Even the old ghost who had reborn himself was a little excited to see this kind of snow scene, let alone Charlie.

Rieger was a northerner in his previous life, and there was an old joke among northern children, saying that southerners think snow is fun, and northerners think it is more fun than snowing to play with southerners who see snow, see Such a large snow scene surprised even himself who was used to seeing snow, not to mention Charlie, who had never seen snow at all. It must be more fun than snow scene.

Unexpectedly, however, Charlie came back very quickly. He seemed to have something in his mouth, and he probably wanted to give it to Rigg, so he kept putting his head close to Rigg's mouth. Didn't see clearly, but soon, he leaned back tactically, avoiding the long worm that narrowly penetrated his nostril.

Ugh, that's awful, Rigg thought.

Charlie didn't seem to understand, and moved his head closer again.

Rigg looked at the twisted pink worm that tied himself in a knot, rubbed the goosebumps on his body, and didn't even want to see the snow scene. He tried to reason with Charlie, I'm not a chicken, I don't eat bugs, you are still yourself eat it.

Charlie should have understood, but he didn't seem to have any intention of eating the worm himself. He spit the worm to the ground, and as soon as the worm touched the snow, it shrank its body and crawled into the snow nest, waiting for most of the worms to disappear. Once in the snow, Charlie stretched out his paws and dug the house out.

The worm drilled persistently, and Charlie continued to plan. After a few rounds, the worm gave up, and Charlie picked it up again. Then he looked at Rigg, as if to say, do you understand?

Lige 囧, said in his heart, so you didn't bring me food, but a toy.

Rigg didn't want to play, but since Charlie's big piercing eyes were staring at him all the time, he had no choice but to hold back his nausea, and with difficulty, he stretched out his paws to turn the bug out before it completely retracted into the snow, and told Charlie again. After the handed eye contact, he quickly returned a really funny look.

Charlie was satisfied, and when he was satisfied, he ran away. After a while, he came back with another mealworm in his mouth, well, one for each person!

The two brothers then spent most of their time playing bugs in the snow.

After a while, when Rigg noticed that Charlie seemed to be tired of playing this monotonous game and only played with himself, he immediately said that he was tired of playing it too, let's find a new game. Pretending to be serious, he nodded, indicating that it was feasible.

Hey, these two brothers obviously think this game is boring, but they mistakenly think that the other party likes to play, and they are playing with each other. It has to be said that it is a wonderful misunderstanding between brothers and friends.

Both are energetic cubs. This afternoon, they left their cute little paw prints almost in the entire tribe where the cubs can reach. Rigg is a bunch of plum blossoms, and Charlie is... ..

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Rieger was surprised to find that Charlie's paw prints were not in the shape of bamboo leaves. In fact, he also noticed that Charlie's feet didn't seem to be real bird paws, because although Charlie's paws were still very small and cute, they were obvious. It was a pair of sharp claws that looked like they would grow up to be very ferocious.

From the structural point of view, Charlie's claws are somewhat like cat's claws, except that there is no pad, the middle phalanx is longer than the rest, the phalanx is covered with a skin-colored cuticle, and there is a transparent pointed nail with a hook at the farthest end. How do you look at it? Why doesn't it look like the claws that birds that peck around on the ground will grow.

Rigg had no doubt that when Charlie grew up and his phalanges were fully developed, those sharp claws would tear flesh no harder than a leaf.

Fortunately, Charlie is still young today, and his claws are still very cute. What he is obsessed with is not using it to tear flesh, but using it to stamp on the white snow within the visible range of the naked eye. Rigg feels busy for no reason. Charlie, who is stamping the snow field, has a different temperament, very similar to some beast king who marks the territory.

Shaking this absurd thought out of his head, Rieger sneezed and wandered around the tribe in a leisurely manner.

Compared with Charlie's simple joy, Rieger's heart feels heavier the more he walks around.

He had never observed the situation outside the cave carefully due to his own psychological barrier before, so this is the first time he has seen the whole picture of the tribe.

He doesn't really know what kind of era he has come into, but one thing is clear, this should not belong to any era clearly recorded in history books, where animals can become humans, where seasons change only in an instant, The civilization here is still in a very backward period.

Since he was born, he has been cared for wholeheartedly by Quinn and Laika, even bored, and Charlie, his brother and playmate, made Rieger never realize the difficulty of life in this era from the bottom of his heart.

Quinn and Laika are two strong adult orcs anyway, and it is not common for two male orcs to form a family in the tribe, so Rig and Charlie, who have two fathers who can always bring back meat, actually Living a top-notch life in this tribe, this situation in their family is not universal.

More tribal family combinations are one man and one woman. The man goes out to hunt, and the woman takes care of the cubs at home, or prepares for pregnancy. This kind of family is actually not bad, at least they can get a share of hunting, and they can live on. Those single men Hey guys, it's good for one person to eat enough and the whole family not hungry.

But what is even more miserable are some old, weak, sick and disabled.

These people are weak and have lost the ability to work, and they are all crowded in a huge, stinking cave. Although this part of the tribe will not completely ignore their life and death, they will definitely not have their share every time the meat is divided. .

At the very least, it will not be in their hands until everyone has received the meat and the remaining tendons and hooves are not wanted, and this must be when the hunting team has a harvest.

If the hunting team had nothing to gain today or simply returned empty-handed, everyone would have to go hungry or eat some wild fruit bark to satisfy their hunger. At that time, the wild fruit bark would not be their turn.

But this is not to say that the tribe is bad, it can only be said that the conditions of this era can only do so.

Hunting is a very hard and dangerous thing. Once there is a harvest, it must be given priority to those who are capable of hunting. Only by ensuring the physical strength of the hunting team can the success rate of the next hunt be increased.

Followed by the healthy women of the tribe, these women are responsible for the daily collection and breeding tasks, which are an important factor to ensure the continued reproduction of the tribe, and after that are the cubs, who are the future and hope of the tribe.

In the end, if there is any remaining, it will be the turn of the old, weak, sick and disabled. No one in the tribe is willing to watch their tribe starve to death.

This distribution method seems a bit inhumane, but this simple concept of reproduction passed down from generation to generation is an important reason why a tribe will not be extinct in the end despite fierce beasts, hunger, cold, and disease.

Ask Rigg to say that if he was a native aborigine himself, there would be no better way than this. After all, this is an era when productivity is too backward, and the problem of food shortage cannot be solved from the root. I Quan Min cooking is all nonsense.

Compared with the various arrangements and imaginations of primitive society in the vast number of written works in history, as a real person standing on this land, Lige feels that the world depicted in those words is still broken.

So, can my arrival change anything?

Rigg has been thinking about this matter, while Laika and Quinn are a little worried. Their second treasure has finally become cheerful recently and is willing to get close to them and eat meat. Why did they suddenly change back to their original appearance?

A family of four, all three are full of worries, only Charlie, the real cub, has no psychological burden, eats meat fiercely, grows meat fiercely, and accidentally gained weight^^.

The author has something to say: Rigg's mentality has begun to change...