However, Qing Feng did not give the bird meat to the black dragon. At that time, Jin Mang thought it was because the black dragon had not woken up. Later he found out that it was because the bird was infected with plague, so he had to share it with other children.

To prevent her from eating too much.

Other adults know it too, and everyone does the same thing.

At that time, Jin Mang: "..." I felt sick and wanted to vomit, but thinking about it, the bird meat should have been digested long ago.

After staying next to the bottle tree for two days, the Youying tribe set off again after filling the bamboo tubes in the grain cart with water.

Heilong still had a fever. The only good thing was that he woke up twice during this period, and his grandma said he should get over it.

Jin Mang always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't pinpoint the details.

——It wasn’t until the next split season, when she discovered that the black dragon had not grown at all except for its length, that she understood what the problem was.

For the next three days, no one in the tribe hunted any more prey.

Jin Mang ate grass roots and tree bark until her face turned blue. When she dreamed about it at midnight, she always felt as if the stomach acid in her stomach could swallow her up.

All life in Anze is stronger than those in her impression, and this includes some insects.

In a previous life, under a high temperature of 50 degrees, not even humans, not even mosquitoes, could survive.

But mosquitoes in Anze live quite well, and because of the convenience of food, the impact of the split season on mosquitoes is minimal.

Because of this, they often encounter large swarms of mosquitoes.

Generally speaking, they either avoid mosquitoes or directly light fires to drive them away. Just like Jin Mang's impression, mosquitoes are not welcome anywhere.

However, on this day, I don't know if I was starving or something, but when I saw the mosquitoes, what I thought of was: It would be great if these mosquitoes could be eaten.

its not right!

Jin Mang suddenly thought that mosquitoes seemed really edible.

In her previous life, she occasionally watched short food videos, and then one time she watched a dark cooking video, which introduced a traditional African food called "mosquito cake".

Don’t get me wrong, mosquito cakes are truly mosquito cakes. They are completely different from the scammers like fish-flavored shredded pork, ants climbing trees, braised lion heads, and donkeys rolling around.

To put it bluntly, mosquito cakes are made from mosquitoes and are not adulterated at all.

It is said to be a high-protein and highly nutritious food.

In the past, no matter how big-hearted Jin Mang was, he refused to eat this kind of food.

However, at this moment, she was thinking vaguely: Maybe... it's not like she can't taste it?

Seeing Jin Mang staring at the blood-sucking mosquitoes and even taking a few steps forward, Qingsui quickly grabbed her and asked with a puzzled look on her face: "Why are you so stunned?"

Jin Mang raised his head, swallowed his saliva and said, "Mom, do you think mosquitoes can be eaten?" She was really, really hungry.

"ah?"

Not only Qingsui, everyone else was also stunned.

Then, a group of underage children couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

They have no idea that mosquitoes are dirty. Considering that they have even eaten bugs and ant eggs, eating a mosquito doesn’t seem like anything?

A group of hungry children looked at the mosquitoes with green eyes.

In the end, Jin Mang gave up the idea, not because her rationality came back, but because she suddenly remembered that mosquitoes seemed to be a channel for spreading diseases. Now that the plague is raging, who knows if they will be infected by eating mosquito cakes?

The next day, Qingsui dug up a radish weighing three kilograms.

Although this radish is very old, hollow and a bit dry, Jin Mang is still extremely satisfied.

After eating and drinking enough, his brain was well fed, and the stupid things he did yesterday suddenly flooded into Jin Mang's mind.

"..." Social death is nothing more than this.

Jin Mang covered her face, it must be due to the influence of her physical age, she is not such a hungry person!

Another two days passed, and Jin Mang felt that his steps were a little unsteady.

——Because the time for fasting for tribal adults has reached the limit, in order to save energy, even grandma now gets off the grain truck and walks on her own.

The sun was so strong that the golden light could barely see the way forward. She didn't even react when she tripped over a grass root. She got up belatedly and asked, "Mom, how long until we get to Anze?"

"It's still early to get to Anze, we have to go for at least ten more days, but..."

Before Qing Feng finished speaking, Lan Hu, who went to explore the road, ran back with excitement on his face.

"Brother, I saw a herd of bison!" This sixth uncle was usually a very calm person, and it was rare to see him show any obvious mood swings, but at this moment, he looked excited.

Hearing this, all the adults in the tribe stood up one after another. It was obvious that everyone seemed sluggish due to hunger before, but at this moment, they burst out with unprecedented momentum.

If I really have to describe it...

Jin Mang touched his chin, like a hungry wolf seeing food?

Almost all of the Youying tribe was dispatched, except for Grandma and a group of minors who were guarding the grain truck.

Jin Mang was a little worried. Although it was a good thing to have prey, the buffalo herd was not that easy to provoke.

A single bison is not easy to mess with, let alone a group.

As expected, many of the people who came back were injured, the most serious one being my aunt's third son, Qing Ma.

He was just 18 years old this year, and it was his first time to participate in this kind of dangerous collective hunting. He had no experience, and he was blinded by hunger. In fact, if Lan Ya hadn't pulled him out with his quick eyes and hands, his stomach would have been eaten by the bison.

Even so, his calf was broken by the buffalo's hoof.

Because of this, Lan Ya didn't even bother to deal with the bison, and the first thing he did when he came back was to set his bones.

Lancao, who is the same age as Qingma, was also injured. His injury was a bit embarrassing. It is said that a calf nudged his butt from behind when he was grabbing the horns. Fortunately, it was a calf, otherwise he would probably have died.

, even so, his butt was also swollen into a steamed bun.

——This is just a rumor, Jin Mang and the others didn’t see it with their own eyes.

But it must be true, you can tell by looking at Lan Cao's blushing face.

In addition to Qing Ma, Lan Cao, Lan Ying and other young people were more or less injured, but the impact was not significant. Qing Sui's arm was also gored by the bison, but no bones were injured, just skin trauma.

There were 18 adults from the Ying tribe, and they finally captured twelve cows, three of which were calves.

Jin Mang was very happy. Their family had two cows, one of which was a calf that Qingsui shot specially.

The calf's meat was so tender that it didn't get old even after roasting. Jin Mang ate half of the calf in one go, and if Qing Sui hadn't stopped her, she could have eaten half more.

Qing Feng cut off two veal legs and gave them to her grandma. She was old and could eat them easily.

Not only Qing Feng, but also Jin Mang's uncles picked out tender beef and sent it to grandma.


Chapter completed!