wild trail

Chapter 177

The snake meat of the giant python was quickly cleaned into small pieces, and the snake skin of nearly two meters was peeled off. The toughness of the snake skin is not inferior to that of the dinosaur skin, and the scales are natural materials for making armor , Just this one Titan python skin is enough to make nearly a dozen pieces of rough armor.

Although the boa constrictor ate people and was still a member of his clan, even though Wang Lang felt a little uncomfortable, these tons of meat could not be wasted for nothing. In this era, wasting food is like being struck by lightning .

Since there are no dead clansmen and no offspring, although the soldier named Shi Qiang has a wife, she has no feelings after all, and was forcibly betrothed by Wang Lang, and he has just become a husband and wife, so there is no need for compensation.

A woman who becomes a widow will naturally not set up a chaste memorial archway like in ancient China. Now the tribe encourages multiple births and makes a woman a widow for a lifetime. Wang Lang will not do such a stupid thing.

This afternoon, the women and the elderly in the tribe were busy. It was very troublesome to deal with the snake meat. The salt consumed by the tons of meat was terrible. For these meats, the tribe's salt storage was almost completely consumed.

Wang Lang had to send people to the salt lake to mine salt to make up for the shortage. In the evening, Wang Lang gathered all the people in the tribe. Before enjoying the feast of snake meat, Wang Lang planned to use this incident to unite the hearts of the tribe.

The torches lit up the dark night. Wang Lang stood up and looked at the shadowy figures in the firelight, and said with emotion: "Everyone, I, Wang Lang, am sorry for the dead clansmen. this disaster."

Before Wang Lang could finish speaking, Shupi stood up and said emotionally: "Chief, this matter has nothing to do with you. It's the animals in this clay pot that killed the tribe."

"That's right, leader, how can you be blamed for this incident, it can only be said that they were unlucky if they died." An old man in the tribe stood up tremblingly and said.

The other clansmen also thought that this matter was not Wang Lang's fault, especially those who were rescued from the water, they were very grateful to Wang Lang, if it wasn't for the leader who put himself in danger and let him out, now he would have drowned in some lake, and became food for the beast.

"Everyone be quiet, listen to me." Wang Lang loudly silenced the noisy crowd.

"I, Wang Lang, are very grateful to all the clansmen for their trust in me, but I am also responsible for this matter. I am sorry for them. If I could go back earlier, maybe they would not die." Wang Lang talked, Look a little lonely.

Lin Huo on the side wanted to stand up and say something, but was stopped by Wang Lang.

"I will bear my responsibility. The corpses of those tribesmen can't be found, but their souls can reach the gods. I will give names to those tribesmen who have no names. Our tribe has always believed that after death, the body Buried in the soil, the souls can be freed. I will engrave their names on clay plates, bury them in the tomb, and keep a vigil for them for two days. During these three days, I will not eat or drink until the souls of these warriors reach the gods There." When Wang Lang said this, his expression was a little sad, and his voice was a little choked up.

Wang Lang's speech from the bottom of his heart moved everyone. Whether they were newcomers or old people, they were all willing to go through fire and water for Wang Lang at this moment. The leader would give him food and a place to live, and his soul wouldn't die if he died. Wandering in this world, having such a leader makes them feel extremely lucky.

Sometimes these simple-minded primitive people are often easily satisfied. They may not be as smart as modern people, and they do not have the rich material conditions of modern people, but for these precarious people, this place is heaven.

"Leader, what will happen to your body if you don't eat or drink for two days?" Some soldiers said worriedly.

Wang Lang smiled lightly and said: "My body is fine. Don't think that your leader is a thin old man. My body is very strong. Back then, even a lion couldn't do anything to me. We'll be fine in two days. Don't worry. , as long as the warriors can rest in peace, it doesn’t matter if I starve for a few days.”

Seeing that Wang Lang was always thinking of the people of the tribe, everyone was very moved. At this moment, Wang Lang was as tall as a mountain in their hearts. As long as the leader is still alive, he will be under his protection.

At this moment, people have no sorrow for their dead companions, only blessings, and the leader personally escorts their souls, and they should also rest in peace.

"From now on, there will be no difference between newcomers and old people. As long as you agree with this tribe, you will always be my Wang Lang's tribe. Tonight, everyone eats this animal and uses its flesh and blood to pay homage to our companions. Let's eat!" Wang Lang roared.

The crowd immediately cheered, and the women brought out pottery pots filled with snake meat. The delicious snake meat made people move their index fingers and salivate uncontrollably.

Everyone ate the fat snake meat, and the grievances and fatigue they had suffered before all disappeared with the wind. Under the silver moonlight, this new tribe was full of laughter.

Whether it is a man or a woman, they never dreamed that they could have such a happy time in this world.

The hilarity at night makes people go to bed very late. In the early morning, the tribe is full of people lying all over the ground. The warm sun shines on their bodies, making people unwilling to leave their dreamland.

"Dangdangdang!" The crisp knocking sound woke people up from their sleep, rubbed their blurry eyes, and looked at the sky. People knew that a new day was about to begin. In retrospect, there was still a lot of work waiting for them. Do.

Yawning, people casually dipped some water and rubbed their faces to wake themselves up.

The lack of food has caused the current tribe to cancel the habit of eating breakfast. Fortunately, during the feast last night, everyone burped constantly, and even in the morning, there was no sense of hunger in their stomachs.

The people who had their turn to work today took the initiative to take the tools and followed the leading soldiers into the new day's labor.

The women took the scythe to cut back the fresh green grass in the wild, and threw the bundles of green grass into the giant deer fence and the small horned dragon. The dewy green grass made the animals eat happily.

Fan Xing hugged Wanghe, and filled the wooden tank with water. The newborn deer jumped to the tank to drink the sweet river water. To these deer, human beings are nothing to fear. Occasionally, they stretch their necks to beg for food from the women who feed them.

Fan Xing stroked the fawn's head, and the fawn's subconscious shaking of his head made Xiao Wanghe laugh out loud.

Everything seems to have returned to the usual calm. Only when people pass by the wall with the python's head stuck in it, will they spit there to express their indifference to the monster.

(End of this chapter)