When you are not harvested in hunting, you can only go hungry, or eat grass roots and bark...

It will die!

Look at my six-year-old body, my life is worrying!

It’s really a matter of food depending on the weather. It’s just a rain, and the impact is so great!

He used his brains to think about countermeasures.

He doesn't want to be hungry or die!

After thinking for a long time, Ye Qing found that he had no choice but to the rice drowned in the water. All he could think of was remedies...

Human power is too small in the face of the great power of nature.

The rain fell day by day, as if there was a hole in the sky.

There is a vast ocean by the river, and the rice crops in the rice fields are flooded so much that they cannot see any shadows.

Rice fields have become a paradise for various fish. From time to time, fish happily jump out of the water, grab the few rice ears left on the water, and then fall back into the water with a thud. The rice grains with rice ears held by the fish's mouth were broken and fell into the water.

In the heavy rain, the small tribe is lonely and silent.

The traces of civilization became increasingly blurred, and the tribes and the wilderness gradually merged into one, unable to separate each other.
Chapter completed!