When the sun set, Han Ping finally arrived at a stone house south of the tribe.

There is only one house here, with cliffs and dense forests behind it, but no beasts have ever been here, and the people in the tribe didn't think much about it. Maybe there is a cliff behind the mountain.

"Grandpa Bing, are you here? I'm bringing you food," Han Ping said, and walked in casually.

"Is it Xiaoping? Come on, I'm hungry, old man, hahaha." He said, only a thin old man appeared.

His skin was dark, his hair was chaotic, like a straw nest, and his small eyes were scattered, just like a beggar.

Looking at the dirty and messy house, Han Ping put down the beast meat and wine and was busy cleaning the house. However, the old man was only concerned about drinking and eating meat, but he ignored Han Ping.

The house is small, but even simpler, with only one bed, a lamp, a table and a chair, and nothing else is left.

Han Ping cleaned up and thought to himself: I don’t know how Grandpa Bing lived like this, it’s so simple…

After a while, the small stone house was cleaned up by Han Ping. The old man finished the meal and looked at Han Ping with a smile. Han Ping was not polite, and he sat opposite the old man and scolded the old man. The two of them started to do it with one word and one, one old and one young man were having a lot of fun.

This is the most relaxing time of Hanping's day, and I don't know that it is also the happiest time of the old man's day!

When the moon emerged, Han Ping lit a beast oil lamp for the old man. The beast oil was created by Han Ping from the clan leader's house.

When the faint lights spread all over the stone house, the whole stone house was filled with warmth. The old man didn't know what he thought. Anyway, Han Ping stretched and said, "Grandpa Bing, I'll go back first." After that, he had already walked out.

The old man laughed, "Boy, when you go hunting tomorrow, I will go to the eastern part of the Luoyang Mountains, where there are many wild animals, remember to bring wine to the old man." But he only saw that Han Ping had run away,

"Hmph, hum," the old man smiled and walked into the stone house.

The night is getting thicker...

When Hanping returned to the small stone house at home, his mother had already taken Han An, who was nine years old, and Hanping's younger brother, and he fell asleep. In the yard, only his father was slowly polishing his big knife with stones under the moonlight.

The big sword of Cold War was given by his master back then, and it is said that it was made of the bones of the martial beast.

Martial beasts are realms that beasts pass through cultivation and then enter. That kind of martial beast is not something that ordinary people can deal with. They have already gained wisdom and are very powerful. It can be seen that the sword of the cold war is so powerful. No wonder he loves it so much.

Han Ping thought to himself.

Seeing Han Ping tiptoed in, Han Zhan slowly asked: "I have delivered food to you Grandpa Bing."

"Yes," Han Ping replied, "That, the leader's wine." Han Ping said loudly.

"Hahaha, isn't it just wine? I'll wait until you'll hunt tomorrow. I'll go to Luoyang Tribe to hand in food at the end of this year." Then go to Luoyang City to exchange.

"Really", Han Ping was overjoyed and thought he was going to be beaten again.

"Well, Dad, Grandpa Bing said he would bring some wine to you tomorrow, and then there will be many wild animals on the east side of the Luoyang Mountains tomorrow." After that, he walked into the room, and a whistle came from the room.

Han Zhan stood in the yard, looking at the stone house on the south side of the tribe, smiled and went back to the house. Since he could remember, there was a stone house and an old man there...

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning spread on the ice tribe, dispelling the darkness and cold, the tribe began to become active again, and the women began to work the day, cook, wash clothes, educate children, and raise...

The men gathered under the tribe's ice trees, making a frost with each other, and Hanping followed Han Zhan and came under the ice trees.

"Good morning, captain." When Hanping and his son arrived, the tribal warriors here said hello to Han Zhan. After all, Han Zhan is a warrior. After a while, a man with a giant hammer came over with a boy, and everyone began to ask hello again.

It turned out that the person who came was Kahu, and another hunting captain, and the boy behind him was Kahu's son, Hanhu, who is Han Ping's cousin's childhood friend.

When Han Ping saw Han Hu, he jumped over and kicked, and Han Hu laughed with laughter. After all, the wine from the clan leader’s family was very delicious.

Everyone laughed at the two of them again, these two little guys.

Han Zhan looked at Ka and caught him: "Old Ka, I'll divide into two groups. I'll go to the east, you go to the south, and if you go to the south, take care of each other?"

"Well, okay Lao Han." Kahuo returned, so he grabbed Hanhu and left. Han Ping smiled and said hello, "Uncle Ka is early."

"It's early, Xiaohan, be careful when hunting." The sound of Kajiu came.

"Okay, thank you Uncle Ka." Han Ping returned, so the hunting team set off.

Han Ping set out with a group. Today he is also a hunting team member and can contribute to the tribe.

The Hanbing Tribe has a strong sense of tribe and is very united. Everyone has only one purpose to strengthen the tribe...

When passing by the city wall, Han Ping asked Guancheng again, and he also cleaned up the boy Hanniu.

When he arrived outside the tribe, he happened to see a group of unadulterated teenagers training under Gong Lin's shouts, and Han Ping started to speak out in his heart.

Uncle Gong Lin’s training was so tsk, I couldn’t stand it, and the other children cast envious eyes on Han Ping.

When can I unlock training and participate in tribal activities?

Woo woo woo woo woo!

Han Ping said hello to Gong Lin. Gong Lin glanced at Han Ping, and then took out a bow. Everyone was shocked. Isn’t this Gong Lin’s pendant bow?

Gong Lin arrived: "Boy, the hunting team is not safe, take it and defend yourself"

Before Han Ping could say anything, he had already run away with the young men, and a voice came from afar: "Remember to return it to me."

"Forehead"

Han Ping was stunned, "Hmph, I'm so stingy."

Han Zhan slapped his forehead, "You kid, be content, this bow is his treasure, you're gone." He shouted loudly. Han Ping touched his head embarrassedly, and he knew that this was Uncle Gong's treasure.

So the group set out in a mighty manner, targeting Luoyang Mountains, to the east of the outer periphery.

After Han Zhan led everyone to his destination, he only saw everyone in groups of three or five at the command.

Some observe and watch, some go down traps, some set up ambush, some design to ambush, in short, Han Ping is on the side, watching quietly.

Finally, people were busy. With a chilling order, everyone left, hid next to them, waiting for the prey to take the bait.

Looking at the tribe warrior holding a spear and beast bones, and looking at his bow and arrow, he felt a sense of responsibility surge in his heart.

It is such a group of people who hunt day after day, year after year, are full of dangers, but they cannot fall because behind them are women, elderly people, children, and the entire tribe.

Han Ping looked at everyone, then looked at his calm father, and thought to himself: Why would Grandpa Bing say there are wild beasts in the east, and why would his father believe Grandpa Bing? It's really strange.

As I thought about it, I suddenly heard a chilling voice: "Please note that there are wolves passing by, and there are a lot of them. It is necessary to destroy them all, which is enough for the tribe to have a day's food."

"Received", everyone below should arrive.
Chapter completed!