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Chapter 8 Insect plagues and blessings

When people heard this, they were also worried. This season, autumn hunting has not started for a long time, and after the insect scourge, it is probably difficult to find prey.

After all, if the plants lose their branches and leaves, the herbivores will naturally leave. In this way, the prey can't even be found.

In addition to hunting, women also collect fruits. Autumn is the time when the fruits are ripe, which is also the big head collected and harvested in the year. Now, except for a few thick-skinned fruits that cannot be eaten by insects, there are only those buried underground.

Men and women have both harvested the same yield reduction, so this winter is naturally not easy.

However, this sorrow is mostly born for children of other human races and tribes. The Xuanwu clan is far stronger than theirs and has a more primordial spirit realm. It is not difficult to survive the cold winter, but it is a lot of trouble and effort.

What's more, the human race has tenacious vitality, especially adults, who can survive without eating or drinking for several months, but it only has a great impact on cultivation.

The most vulnerable thing about humans is children. Not only are they weak and need a lot of care, but they cannot survive without food in winter.

There are also teenagers. At this age, they are the best time to practice. Even winter cannot be delayed. It can be said that most of the food in winter is consumed by them to maintain their cultivation progress.

Looking at the four-winged beetles falling, Zhuang Xia remained silent. These insects were no more threatening than locusts. They not only had a greater threat, but they did not extinct in the place where they passed, and they could not be used as food.

Such a disaster was only a few quarters of an hour, and all the tribe's winter preparation plans were disrupted and caught off guard.

Although he didn't plan to find a hunting team, Grandpa Ziqi still sent a lot of people to check the disaster, hoping to bring some good news.

But when the people who went out came back, they shook their heads and obviously the results of the check were very bad.

Night is coming, and many people are now on the city wall, waiting for the return of Uncle Dingtian and the others. A treacherous atmosphere lingers, and the women all hope that they will come back safely.

Every man is the pillar of the family and the vitality of the tribe, and it cannot be lost.

Until the sky gradually faded and their vision was hindered, they were still waiting, waiting for unknown news.

Suddenly, dust flew in the distance, like a giant beast moving forward. The figures were beating and getting closer.

Judging from this situation, is it that the giant beasts are chasing them?

The left-behind people are nervous and worried.

Soon, the crowd approached and everyone realized that it was not a chasing beast, but an amazing harvest of prey.

Jumping off the city wall, the women searched for the family of men, but they were all there, except for two men who were lying on a stretcher who vomited blood and were listless.

Fortunately, I haven't died yet, and this is finally a blessing in disgrace.

"The insect storm came too quickly. Brother Dingtian led us to bury it in the soil in time to avoid the attack, without any loss. The two of them were considered unlucky. The beasts passed by, and were not buried deep, and their muscles and bones were broken and seriously injured."

One of the people explained and told the reason.

The two injured men were rescued in time and treated by spells. Now they only need careful treatment.

These are what women are good at. I guess they are carefully cared for by their own women for several months and they are another hero.

The children of the two families were frightened and worried about their father. The two women also had tears in tears, but it would be fine if they were still alive.

There are many such things every year, and when Si Dingtian didn't come back, there would be a reduction in staff every year, which is already considered good.

After the wounded were carried home, everyone's eyes were turned on the forty or fifty meters long one-horned deer. The one-horned deer looked tens of millions of pounds, and its body was huge, looking like a hill.

If they were alive, the tribesmen would have to walk around when they saw it, but now its horn was bound and dragged by the chains transformed by Si Dingtian with the power of the soul, which was just the food for the tribesmen in winter.

Apart from sadness, this is also a rare harvest. The tribesmen cheered. With this giant beast, there is no problem with their winter.

Xiaohu is Si Dingtian's supporter. At this moment, he said with great enthusiasm: "After the insect disaster, we encountered this lonely one-horned deer. Brother Dingtian stepped forward and fisted to stop and killed it, and hunted it in less than half a minute. The scene was really a landslide and we didn't even get into it.

Thanks to this insect scourge, this one-horned deer was left alone, and we did not encounter any beasts along the way. We were extremely lucky to transport it back.”

Fortunately, it is not difficult for human race to hunt in the wilderness. The difficulty is how to hunt large prey and keep it, and the more difficult is how to transport it back to the tribe.

Today's hunting team brings great luck in misfortune, but there are losses and gains.

With the harvested prey, the Xuanwu clan should be a cheering day today.

The men dismembered the giant beast and gradually turned into tons of meat, waiting for the women to deal with it.

Women have a lot to do. Each part of the prey has its functions and different ways of handling it. They need to separate and air-dried meat pieces so that they can store them for a long time.

The women worked for several hours before they could handle the huge prey. They were so tired that they sweated and their joy was revealed.

The men transported the processed meat into the cave and stored it as their winter food.

In Grandpa Ziqi's stone house, the core members discussed matters about the tribe.

"The food share this winter, the two injured families should share more to make their lives more comfortable. After all, our food is quite sufficient."

Si Dingtian suggested that when he heard his words, everyone nodded without objection.

"There is more than a month left before the cold winter, and this winter is the coldest year of the decade. We need to store enough food for winter in the next month, and the collection work will also be carried out."

"Also, I plan to spend this winter in caves and underground, but it is still not safe enough in stone houses. After experiencing insect scourges, the beasts have also insufficient food reserves. I am worried that we will be their target."

"So, our time is a bit rush. Not only do we need to store food, clean caves and underground space, but we also need to portray various formations. I hope you can hurry up."

Although the men with muscles are very powerful, it does not mean that they are not smart. After listening to Si Dingtian's words, he thought about them and agreed with him.

"I agree with the arrangement of the sky." Grandpa Ziqi said, "Also, although things are in a hurry, this year's sacrifices and medicinal baths will also be launched. This is the foundation of our tribe and cannot be missed."

This is available every year and is very beneficial to the tribe, and they will not give different suggestions.

In the following days, the tribe became busy. Even Zhuang Xia discovered that his most amiable aunt, Honggui, often could not see anyone, which made the small Zhuang Xia have to practice boxing well.

For a month, men from the tribe came in and out and brought back a lot of prey, but as time went by, the harvest became less and less.

The women also went out several times to collect, but they seemed to have not harvested much, and most of the fruits were ruined and eaten up during the insect scourge.

However, they would not know that they were busy. In a quiet way, Zhuang Xia, who practiced with the help of spiritual liquid, only practiced the nine martial arts saint boxing styles, and his strength was nearly a thousand pounds.
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