Chapter Fifty-Nine: A Brand New Journey

  After the cold winter comes the warm spring.

  As the temperature rises, the white snow covering the sky and earth quietly melts, turning into spring water, merging into the ground, making an important first step in nourishing all things.

  It was then that a long-awaited spring rain finally arrived.

  Spring rain is precious as oil, can be met but cannot be sought.

  Looking out at the drizzle outside, Wang Yang finally put his mind at ease.

  He retrieved all the hidden food two days ago and rationed it carefully, which could last for over ten more days.

  These past ten or so days have been extremely comfortable days, and there is no need to do anything, just wait for this spring rain to leave.

  The outside world is still bare now, with no new leaves on the trees and no new buds on the ground, but everything will change dramatically in a dozen or so days.

  The ground will grow knee-high wild grass, the branches are full of clear and crisp sounds, geese migrate south, all things wake up, everything is going on in an orderly manner.

  But this strange and wonderful sight can be appreciated only by divine spirits who have the time and ability to do so.

  For all beasts, when spring arrives, it means a new round of survival competition is about to begin, with danger lurking around every corner, and eating one's fill has become an eternal topic.

  Of course, many animals will mate, reproduce and create new life.

  None of this matters, at least not for Wang Yang.

  Wang Yang sat beside the bonfire heap, tightening the seam of his fur coat, feeling extremely uncomfortable from the cold.

  He always felt that it was colder on rainy days in early spring than on snowy days.

  The cold of winter, how can I put it, the air humidity is not high, wrapped tightly, the body is still warm.

  But spring is deadly, with a slight rain the humidity is extremely high, wrapped tightly, still feeling like falling into an ice cave, chilled to the bone.

  He added a piece of firewood inside and leaned in closer, next to him was the child of that day's first snowman.

  He gave the child a name: "Li Si."

  Also for good memory.

  Li Si is still young, not even four years old, it's rare for him to be so clever, with more guidance, he might be able to help himself in the future.

  At this time he was drawing little people, one stroke at a time, very carefully, it can be seen that he was very meticulous in doing so.

  Wang Yang saw that he was so enthusiastic, felt that he couldn't dash the child's interest, so he held his hand and drew a proportionate little man on one side, then let him face the drawing.

  After warming up for a while, he felt his body was more comfortable, so he stood up.

  Wang Yingying was still playing with her little friends, holding stone and bone tools, constantly drumming, very happy.

  His parents huddled together by the bonfire, whispering to each other, utterly shameless.

  The other adults were fiddling with wooden spears, forging bone and stone tools, preparing for future use.

  The osteologist stood at the entrance of the cave, gazing out at the spring rain outside, dazed and lost in thought. Those who knew him knew he was watching to see if the rain would stop.

  I didn't know, I thought he was waiting for a girl from afar to arrive.

  He looked at the sky for a while, seeing that it was very gloomy and the rain showed no signs of stopping. He suddenly felt disheartened and turned around, his eyes immediately fixed on Wang Yang's arm.

  "Waaah~"

  He came over and still looked puzzled, grabbing Wang Yang's hand, staring for half a day.

  "Cough cough ~ Don't look anymore, you've been looking for almost half a winter, and still haven't had enough? Really not tired."

  Wang Yang suddenly pulled his hand back and hastily retreated deep into the cave.

  Here, Zhang San is hugging a large wooden stump that was cut down two days ago, desperately chiseling away, steadfastly making a wooden barrel.

  For this child's persistence, which was almost obsessive, Wang Yang simply couldn't stop him.

  I wanted to tell him to stop doing this and make wooden spears instead.

  But I couldn't express myself, and that child just insisted on making a wooden bucket, I don't know what he was thinking.

  The wooden spears were placed next to the wooden bucket, and after the joint efforts of Wang Yang and his companions, the number of wooden spears was increased to thirty-seven, far exceeding the actual needs.

  According to their current actual combat strength as twenty adults, one person would need only twenty roots.

  It's always better to be prepared, and having more is never a bad thing.

  He checked the wooden spear again, making sure that the newly made ones would not stab his hands, before returning to the bonfire.

  The days of waiting are actually quite leisurely, when hungry, just roast some meat to eat, when sleepy, listen to the sound of rain and sleep, when there's nothing to do, just tease little buddies.

  Then say some other complaints that others can't understand, simple but not boring.

  He found that if he really calmed down and felt everything, it was quite enjoyable.

  No city noise, no pressure from reading and working, nor parents' expectations, and no comparison between people.

  Harmony and serenity are the themes here.

  But sometimes Wang Yang himself can't tell whether he wants urban life or wilderness survival.

  "Hey...the melancholy of being cultured is acting up again..."

  He shook his head, shaking off these messy emotions and calming down to enjoy the tranquility.

  After several days, the weather finally cleared up and it was a sunny day.

  Wang Yang and others' food was just enough, new food sources were needed to supplement.

  After a winter of rest and relaxation, everyone's spirits were fully replenished, each with a rosy complexion, in top condition.

  They brought with them their preferred equipment, including stone knives, bone awls, and stone clubs.

  But no matter what they wanted to use, Wang Yang would send one wooden spear to each of them and made sure they held it in one hand.

  He considered that if this time everyone was willing to enter the depths of the forest with him, the wooden spear would be more aggressive than the weapons they liked to use.

  His method was not rejected by the masses. Long before using wooden spears, they had tasted the sweetness of long weapons, so they naturally accepted it.

  Wang Yang also prepared his own equipment.

  This time he traveled light, without bringing the trap bucket, and all his equipment was only stone cones, bone thorns, and wooden spears, also for the sake of simple hunting.

  Then he followed twenty adults out.

  The whole tribe was left with only one adult, and that adult wasn't even taking care of the children, but was waiting by the stream to catch fish.

  Without defensive power, Wang Yang was not worried. There were not many threatening beasts nearby, and they did not like to enter the territory of other animals.

  Of course, Wang Yang is going to enter other animals' territories at will, and he is ready to take the adults to occupy the area where black bears used to live.

  That piece of land almost no longer has the existence of large beasts, Saber-toothed tiger is not smart enough, the wolf pack's sphere of influence does not intersect with black bears, and there is a long distance in between, resulting in that piece of land temporarily losing its ruler.

  Wang Yang's intention is here, and he must take it down.

  He followed the crowd out of the canyon and came to the front of the forest, without walking too far, there were several tribesmen who separated to find food.

  They walked for another stretch and then several people split up to search separately.

  The remaining twelve people followed him all the way to the border.

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