Chapter Thirty-two A Chestnut Caused Conflict

  Other fruit bats see their group being attacked, while escaping, they use their unique secret weapon - fart!

  The whole forest is filled with a foul smell, and the stench is unbearable.

  Wang Yang was well-prepared, pinching his nose and grabbing the corpse of the blood-soaked raccoon dog, swinging it wildly, with blood flying everywhere, fully revealing his brutal side.

  Those fruit thieves scattered and fled, quickly leaving.

  Watching them walk away, Wang Yang finally stopped waving.

  Turning around, looking at the territory he had painstakingly seized, he let out a sigh and said with great emotion: "Originally I thought that Emperor Wu of Han's repeated attacks on the Xiongnu were to make his name last for eternity. Now I've come to realize that if these little rascals aren't intimidated, they'll commit crimes again."

  Wang Yang started collecting fruits after putting away the fruit thief.

  He didn't leave early because of the bloody smell spreading, and the stench they released effectively covered it up.

  He picked it up on one side and used local methods to encircle the land all around, then took it back, came again, and went back.

  In a few days, he had moved most of the fruit trees, and those fruit thieves really didn't appear again. It's true what they say: "Violence solves problems."

  It seems like in another two days' time, all the fruits will be harvested.

  In these few days, the adults have gathered many nuts. Wang Yang has taken them all in, filling three wooden buckets to the brim.

  To be honest, the amount of food that can be eaten from three wooden barrels of nuts after shelling is not much. At most, one barrel can serve as food for a crowd for one day, and at least, it's just enough for one or two meals. The low storage quantity is chilling.

  In the past, fruit consumption in winter accounted for one-third of the total.

  This one-third of time is after autumn has passed and just entered winter.

  At that time, the weather was cold and fast, fruits were also preserved for a long time. Later on, it was easy to freeze, and before eating, they had to be hugged in their arms to warm up.

  It's no longer as troublesome now, but the basic situation hasn't changed.

  The middle third is next to nuts.

  Later on, it was dried meat that was eaten.

  These stored foods account for seventy or eighty percent of the total consumed throughout the winter, and twenty or thirty percent are found during the winter.

  Today, due to the increase in the number of people, the amount of food collected remains the same, but the proportion has changed and can only account for sixty percent.

  That is to say, you also need to collect 20% of food in a short period of time.

  Wang's headache has not subsided.

  By evening, the adults in the tribe seemed to have an opinion about Wang Yang's monopolization of the nuts.

  They "Woo Woo" called out to Wang Yang twice, then surrounded the three wooden barrels, holding stone knives and wanting to pry open the barrels.

  Wang Yang ran over, pushing them one by one, opening his hands wide and guarding the wooden bucket with a firm gaze.

  Those adults seemed unwilling to give up, muttering to themselves as they walked over again.

  "Leave me alone! If you're not going to help me, then don't bother. What's wrong with you, causing trouble for me at a time like this?!"

  Wang Yang was also furious and had no mood to fool around with them, pushing even harder, until they stumbled backward in anger.

  This little episode eventually came to an end, and the adults were both unwilling and puzzled, why not let them eat some nuts.

  Wang Yang was speechless and said that it's fake if someone doesn't feel like vomiting blood, whoever it is, when they're worried and anxious, their mood won't be good.

  Tonight's matter, Wang Yang has planned it out. Although he holds a somewhat special position and everyone gives him face, it's not possible for him to always guard the wooden bucket.

  He didn't think much and went to bed early.

  The next morning, Wang Yang went out again.

  The weather is getting colder and colder, with temperatures around zero at night and not high in the morning. The thick fog is overwhelming, and the annoying mist hitting my body makes me feel icy and chilly to the bone.

  If there is a tile-roofed house, you can certainly see white frost.

  As winter drew near, Wang Yang, with a sense of chill, walked into the thicket.

  As soon as he entered, the tiger appeared again.

  As soon as it saw Wang Yang, it didn't get anxious anymore. Over time, it had gradually gotten used to this annoying fly, and when they met, it would only let out a symbolic roar or two.

  Wang Yang politely retorted with two sentences, which served as a greeting.

  Then he came to the area where white bones were piled up.

  This area looks quite intimidating, but Wang Yang surprisingly found that this place was actually the safest.

  Because no other animals were willing to approach this place.

  Where there is food, there is strife; where there is no food, strife is scarce.

  It's also unknown whether it was because of that fierce beast from back then being too cruel, leaving a shadow on the small animals nearby.

  When Wang Yang walked through here, he always quickened his pace and was vigilant in spirit.

  Arriving at the foot of the mountain, Wang Yang didn't make any extra moves and started picking fruits.

  Everything went smoothly, without any danger.

  There are still some small animals coming and going here, they also want to eat fruit, but they have never dared to get close.

  Wang Yang was also quite helpless, his own wooden bucket had to be used to hold fruit, and he couldn't go catch them.

  He naturally thought of giving up carrying fruits, but a small animal can't eat a bucket of fruit to be full, so he made a helpless choice.

  After he went back, the little friends in the cave were still studying the wooden barrel with excess energy, and a pile of stone tools was placed next to the barrel, one for each person, just wanting to make something delicious.

  As soon as Wang Yang came in, they immediately dropped the stone tools in their hands and sat down obediently on one side, staring blankly at him, trying to cover up their own crimes.

  Wang Yang didn't have time to bother with them so much, as long as they didn't smash the wooden bucket, he let them do whatever they wanted.

  He threw down all the fruits, shouldered the wooden bucket and wanted to go on the road. He looked at two new empty wooden buckets made by Zhang San beside him, thought for a moment, and took another wooden bucket away.

  He came under the tree, put down two wooden buckets, carried the bucket with a hole to a distance of about eight meters, propped it up with branches, and put in two pieces of fruit.

  Then they connected the previously prepared strips of bark one by one, all the way up to the tree, trying not to waste any opportunity to get food.

  To be honest, the effect is not good, Wang Yang filled up all the fruits, but no small animals were caught.

  They either watch from afar or turn and run as soon as they see themselves.

  King Yang was speechless, am I so cruel?

  This time he went back, only to fill up with fruit in a wooden bucket, and he couldn't bring another one, it was too affecting the moving speed.

  After returning here, Wang Yang discovered an unexpected surprise, and a fruit thief was caught!

  It was originally intended to come out, but after discovering Wang Yang, it stupidly hid its body in a wooden barrel, planning to hide.

  "Intelligence quotient..."

  Facing such a guy who delivers himself to your doorstep, there's no need for words. With a swift slash of the knife, a stone is cut off, branches are knocked down, and then he rushes over.

  Insert the wooden spear into the hole in the middle until it reaches the bottom, restricting the activity range of the fruit bat, and another bone thorn will be fiercely stabbed inside, ending the battle in minutes.

  He put away the fruit lemur, and Wang Yang didn't care about the spread of bloodstains, continuing to collect fruits. After all, he had already eaten through this area, and any animal with a bottom line also had a simulated response plan, so it wouldn't be dangerous if nothing unexpected happened.