Chapter Forty-six: Squirrel's Storage

  This period of time was relatively calm after all, it's still the territory of a fierce tiger, and that guy didn't know where to hide, there wasn't much danger.

  The smell of blood also attracted some carnivores, such as a wolf.

  The wolf belongs to the Canidae family, with a body length of about 70 cm and is very thin.

  A coat of yellow fur, with black spots on all four limbs, and ears shaped like butterfly wings.

  Their body weight is generally as low as their status, belonging to the weak, preferring to be active at night, and still solitary, making them even more vulnerable.

  When Wang Yang saw it, his first reaction was not to threaten or drive it away, but to stare with wide eyes in great surprise.

  Because this guy basically lives in grasslands and wastelands, it's rarely seen in jungles.

  Moreover, they prey on termites and are not powerful carnivores.

  It gazed at Wang Yang from a distance, occasionally licking its upper lip with its tongue, looking very sinister.

  Wang Yang saw that it didn't leave for a long time, so he wanted to catch it too. As a result, as soon as he moved a few steps in that direction, the wolf ran away.

  Wang Yang could only sigh, the name was quite bold, but lacked the momentum of a wolf.

  He continued to dig, and after a while, he dug out a hole of several tens of centimeters, took out the bone spurs, thoroughly ending those two still gasping raccoon dogs, and dragged them out.

  He threw the four dead raccoon dogs into the snowy ground, covered them with snow, then squatted down and looked towards the den of the raccoon dogs.

  He really wants to know what's inside the nests of such animals.

  He reached into the hole and felt around randomly, touching a round, cool object. He pulled it out and looked at it with glee - it was a piece of fruit.

  Reaching in again and feeling around.

  After feeling around for a while, I didn't find any other fruit, but instead found a frozen dragonfly.

  Actually, he wasn't very sure if it was a dragonfly or not, after all, several hundred million years had passed and species were somewhat different.

  This guy has fly-like eyes, a long green body, two pairs of wings, and a black tail. His whole body is stiff and has been dead for a long time.

  "It should... be non-toxic, right?"

  Wang Yang muttered to himself, thinking in his heart whether he should eat it or not. The taste was not what he expected, but the key question was whether it was poisonous or not.

  After all, food is scarce now, and it's good to have something to eat. Isn't that what the often-quoted phrase says? Even a mosquito's leg is meat.

  Not to mention anything else, if this thing were put in modern times, ordinary people would still be reluctant to eat it. How much would a kilogram cost?

  After some thought, I still can't bring myself to say it, this is even more unbearable than eating raw meat.

  He put away the fruit and Wang Yang came to the area on the right where traps were set up.

  Fortunately, another squirrel was caught in the trap and could not escape.

  Wang Yang took three steps forward, quickly resolved it, and then rearranged it again.

  Then he went to Baigulü, dug up a wooden barrel and threw in the squirrel and four dog badgers.

  The sixteenth bucket was filled up with it.

  Looking at these foods occupying such a large area, Wang Yang felt a strong sense of satisfaction rising from the bottom of his heart.

  Although it's not very filling, but looking at it makes me feel comfortable.

  It feels like the first time I deposited my salary into a bank account and gazed at the numbers on the mobile screen, filled with emotion.

  Taking advantage of today's rich harvest and the early hour, Wang Yang hurriedly ran back to the mountain cave and fetched another wooden bucket.

  Then come back and dig new holes, burying the wooden barrels well.

  After this, Wang Yang didn't gain anything else and returned to the mountain cave to rest.

  The next day was still the same, bringing nuts to store in the White Bone Forest.

  Then set traps and dig holes everywhere.

  Generally speaking, the luck was pretty bad, nothing was found, and even that group of squirrels didn't fall into the trap again. I guess the disappearance of their companions made them very nervous and they didn't dare to approach new things.

  Wang Yang did not give up and continued to work hard on his own affairs.

  On the third day, fourth day and fifth day, time passed with a dull mechanical life. The grown-ups did what they had to do every day, I did what I had to do every day, and the beasts did what they had to do every day, without any change.

  To Wang Yang's dismay, he found that hunting here was like attending classes and going to work - at the same time, in the same place, with the same group of people.

  It's more like going to work.

  Hunting ability is like a skill, how much you have, how much salary you get, if you can't do it, others will take over.

  One price is losing one's life, another price is staying at home unemployed, essentially no different.

  Wang Yang wasn't particularly interested in this perspective, anyway, according to modern societal norms, he was just a guy with good connections who had entered through the back door.

  On the sixth day, Wang Yang finally had a harvest again.

  He first caught a mole on the left and then took down a squirrel on the right. When hiding food in White Bone Forest, he also encountered a saber-toothed tiger returning to its lair.

  The deep bond between the two, like a tiger and its master, no longer needs to be said. They truly interpreted what it means: "How many nights with your company, no matter how cold, will not feel lonely, no matter how hungry, can't bear to leave, as long as they can take you down, even if it means burning themselves."

  They scolded each other for a while and then went their separate ways.

  Wang Yang snorted: "I knew you'd come back sooner or later, didn't expect it to be so soon."

  Nor did he know if it was because of the return of the Blazing Tiger, but Wang Yang never had any more gains in the remaining time.

  On the seventh day, another squirrel bumped into the muzzle. Wang Yang was overjoyed and in a great mood. After counting, he had already caught four squirrels, which should have left only a few in the tree hole.

  He didn't rush into the tree hole, but chose to continue lurking, making sure none escaped.

  On the eighth, ninth and tenth days, not a single squirrel appeared for three consecutive days. Wang Yang didn't plan to wait any longer, he had spent enough time on the squirrels, it was time to end this and go find new food.

  So on this day, he came to the area on the right side, wandering thirty meters outside the tree hole.

  He climbed up a big tree and observed from afar.

  An hour passed without any squirrels appearing.

  Two hours passed without any squirrels appearing.

  Three hours have passed and still no squirrel has appeared.

  Wang Yang changed direction every half hour and looked around the tree hole clearly, but didn't see any sign of squirrels.

  He climbed down from the tree and chose a spot right in front of the hollow, slowly approaching it.

  The sound of footsteps on the snowy ground was covered by the strong wind, and the sky was filled with dancing snowflakes, which were very helpful in concealing one's breath.

  Wang Yang slowly approached, and when he was fifteen meters away, he suddenly pushed off with his foot and rushed forward. In almost two breaths, he had rushed to the front of the tree hole.

  Holding bone spurs and wooden spears, they recklessly charged inside, stabbing wildly in all directions.

  "Bang, bang."

  A burst of fruit and pine fragrance wafted through, without a chirp or rustle, utterly still.

  "There is no squirrel."

  Wang Yang stabbed a few more times, making sure that there were no squirrels in the tree hole from top to bottom, before carefully sticking his head into the tree hole.

  The interior of the tree hole is very irregular, with a narrow upper part that closes at a depth of ten centimeters and a lower part that forms a large cavity with a diameter of nearly fifty centimeters.

  The cave was filled with a pungent smell of squirrels, dim and unbearable.

  But with just a little bit of light, Wang Yang still saw that the bottom of the cave stored a large pile of fruits and pine nuts.

  Roughly estimated, it can fill at least one wooden barrel.

  "You've made a fortune!"

  Wang Yang was overjoyed, this pile of food could be compared to his own harvest since winter, quite a sight.

  He didn't dare let joy cloud his mind, so he immediately pulled back and let the scenery around him come back into view before untying his belt to take out food.

  (I learned that my father was hospitalized yesterday, and I've been keeping him company for a day. Now I finally have some free time, but I still need to go back tonight, so I'll just update one chapter for now. Please forgive me.)

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