Chapter Fifty-Four: One Glance, Hundred Days

  Fresh blood gushed out from the young bear's chest, it looked at its own chest, feeling intense pain and life slipping away, unaware of what to think.

  Wang Yang looked at him in the same way.

  The tip of the wooden spear seemed to have a "thud, thud" vibration, and he felt that through the wooden spear, he had formed a line that touched the other person's heart.

  His eyes showed a faint fluctuation, killing large animals and small animals was too different, their emotions were very obvious, extremely easy to infect others.

  You will feel their emotional changes, just like humans.

  At this moment, he felt pain and despair from the young bear's body, a hint of sympathy flashed slightly.

  But this expression only appeared for a brief moment before returning to calmness.

  He kicked his foot and pulled out the wooden spear, stabbing again deeply.

  Then he drew out again and stabbed once more.

  Fresh blood bloomed like flowers and withered on the ground. Wang Yang wiped his face, which was covered in blood, and killed all three little bears.

  "Hmm"

  He took a deep breath, his body somewhat weakened, especially his left arm, which was sending waves of intense pain.

  These three little bears should be the children of that big black bear, and the mother bear will nurse them for a period of time until they are able to survive on their own before leaving.

  Don't look at the young bears called little bears, they eat enough in autumn, each weighing one or two hundred kilograms, twice or three times heavier than Wang Yang, and can make people live a rich life for half a month.

  Wang Yang did not dare to delay and cleaned up the battlefield.

  He did not choose to take the three cubs back to the mountain cave or bring them to the White Bone Forest.

  Because he had to carry a large object that was two or three times his own weight back, the speed would definitely be very slow, and with an injured left arm, it was inconvenient.

  And at most take away one at a time, what about the rest? The time spent going back and forth several times is unthinkable, and it would have been snatched away by other animals long ago.

  So he decided to cover up on the spot.

  He threw all the cubs into the tree hole, pulled down a pile of fur from them and scattered it around the tree hole.

  Then take some clean white snow to cover the entrance of the hole, and also cover the wooden board together.

  This way, the bloody smell can be effectively sealed off, and the bear's hair everywhere will make other greedy animals dare not to stay for a long time, knowing that they have entered the core territory of black bears.

  This method is not very good, but Wang Yang can only do so much.

  To create the effect of a transferred gaze, he specially poured blood-stained snow into a wooden bucket and dumped it all over the territory of the saber-toothed tiger, letting it withstand whatever storms came its way.

  Afterwards, he returned to the cave and had a good rest.

  The osteologist saw him come back and shouted loudly, calling a group of people to surround him, pointing at his arm and shouting "Woo woo" about something.

  Wang Yang didn't even need to guess, it must be his own behavior that surprised them again.

  "Everyone yielded, everyone yielded, I didn't give in, really didn't give in."

  He returned to the cave, his butt had just warmed up, and he was pulled away by Zhang San to see a wooden barrel again.

  Recently, due to the intense use of wooden barrels, he has been making them day and night without a break, and the trees at the mouth of the valley have all been cut down to create an open space.

  Every time he did a good job, he would pull Wang Yang over to take a look and then point at the bottom of the bucket, asking if they should dig a few holes.

  Wang Yang guessed that he might feel good about being praised, and didn't know if this guess was accurate or not. So he didn't discourage his enthusiasm, instead patting him on the shoulder and nodding heavily every time.

  After resting for a night, he went to the black bear's tree hole again early next morning.

  After a night of heavy snowfall, the ground was covered with thick white snow, and stepping on it made me feel cold to the bone.

  The white snow in the tree hole was still full and bulging. Wang Yang dug out a bit, and found that the wooden board was still inside, indicating that no other animals had approached it.

  This discovery is undoubtedly delightful, proving that one's judgment was correct, and there is no need to bother moving the body.

  However, the saber-toothed tiger was miserable. The guy hasn't stopped since last night and has been roaring hysterically all along. It seems that his home is very popular and many tourists come to visit, it's a great tourist attraction.

  Wang Yang sat on top of the tree hole and began to calculate leisurely.

  Yesterday's harvest was huge, and with the previous savings, it can feed everyone for more than a month. Later, just destroying a few small animal dens will be enough to barely get by.

  Thinking of this, he felt much better, and by next spring, wouldn't everyone be afraid to venture deep into the forest?

  "There will be bread, there will be a house, there will be a car."

  He felt extremely comfortable at this moment, and for the first time, he thought that the winter scenery of this era was indeed not bad, with a silver lining.

  I don't know what scene Chairman Mao saw when he wrote "Qing Yuan Chun - Snow".

  Time flies, and before you know it, winter is already in its later stages.

  This period of time was relatively relaxed, with no unexpected events occurring.

  Wang Yang spends every day guarding the corpse and wandering around everywhere, trying to get something.

  Back in the cave, he instructed Zhang San to train and chatted with the bone expert, roasting by the warm bonfire, eating hot food, occasionally going out to build a few snowmen, feeling very comfortable.

  Of course, this is because he has confidence in his heart.

  The adults were in a dire situation, they had discovered that the food storage was insufficient, their eyes were filled with a heavy expression, watching as the food dwindled day by day, their brows furrowed into a knot.

  By now, there's only enough food left for one more day; after that, we'll have to rely on luck for our meals.

  To deepen their concept of food scarcity, Wang Yang did not plan to take it out now. He buried himself in the world of sharpening his weapons every day.

  When spring arrives, these weapons will come in handy.

  Of course, the main weapons are still wooden spears and various bone tools.

  All the wooden spears were taken by him for processing, sharpened and then roasted over fire.

  He won't let go of anything that can be made into bone needles.

  Constantly grinding on the stone stage.

  He wouldn't do such a thing alone, he got all his little buddies to help out, whoever did a good job would be rewarded with two chestnuts.

  Days passed like this and hunger finally arrived.

  Adults are desperately searching for food, but it is still not enough to make up for the consumption. As of today, many people have starved.

  Wang Yangchen suppressed his anger and silently sharpened his weapon.

  Finally on this day, everyone no longer had a bit of food.

  Not only was there no food, but everyone had been starving for several days and had reached the limit of collapse, starting to dig up tree roots, peel off bark, and plan to hold on.

  Even several adults have made preparations to go and find trouble with saber-toothed tigers and wolf packs.

  Wang Yang believed that as long as the Blazing Tiger didn't run away, relying on their long spears and numbers, they could definitely take it down.

  But it's possible some of our people will die, which is completely unnecessary.

  Another day of hunger, Wang Yang decided to bring food back.

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