When Tianhao walked into the village gate, he happened to meet several villagers escorting an old woman with a staggering and indifferent expression, walking towards the meeting hall.

The extremely thin body was hunched over, like a piece of dried walnut fragments that were smashed with a large number of wrinkles on the surface. The white hair was extremely conspicuous against the brown and black skin, and the number was very small, scattered in the cold wind. A trace of grayness appeared in the unsightly eyes, and there was no signal of hope.

This is the third person in a week.

This year's winter came earlier than in previous years. While the sudden heavy snow turned the whole world into white, it completely cut off people's hope of survival. Tribes that did not collect enough food could only rely on their savings since autumn to barely survive.

Since last week, Panshi Village has been out of food.

People who were almost hungry and were forced to go into the mountains to hunt in the heavy snow. The women and children who stayed at home also dig out the snow around the village and used simple tools to dig out the frozen soil that was harder than iron, hoping to find a little grass roots and wild stems that could fill their stomachs. However, even if you are lucky enough to get some harvest, the little food you get could not meet everyone's needs. Hunger has become a terrible disaster that can linger on the heads of all the villagers.

In this case, after discussing with the priest, the leader had no choice but to announce: select a certain number of old people from the village to "abandon".

Compared with young and strong, the weak and sickly elderly people are obviously burdened by the tribe. They rarely produce but consume a considerable amount of food. Instead of wasting resources to support them, it is better to solve the problem in advance so that those strong villagers can safely survive this cold winter.

Panshi Village is located in the sea, and people are used to boiling meat directly in sea water. The food made in this way has a salty taste, but the villagers are reluctant to discard the prey's internal organs. The broth has a strong smell of fishy smell and smells disgusting.

Even if this kind of unpleasant thing is distributed to everyone, it is only half a bowl.

Food must be given priority to the hunting teams composed of young and strong. As for women and children, at most, they can only taste a little leftover. In the village, hungry children can often be seen grinding their teeth with anything they think they can eat. Even the surface of the hardest large animal joints thrown away in summer can be seen with extremely clear tooth marks.

The whole village is starving. Especially in the cold winter, more people will die.

In Tianhao's opinion, all this has nothing to do with him.

Despite this, he still shrank to the wall of the wooden fence, carefully letting the hungry and cold-looking villagers walk past, and then trotted back to his small wooden house.

If the hunting team does not bring back enough prey, if the heavy snow will last for a long time...

Tianhao has reason to be afraid of this.

As long as there are women, you can have children.

As for men...haha, there is never a lack of this world.

Anyway, when the flowers bloom tomorrow, when there is plenty of food, women can have more.

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Like all the buildings in the village, Tianhao lives in the house is also made of thick logs. It is rough, simple, but quite solid. This is also the only thing his parents left to him.

In my memory, my father was once the strongest hunter in the village, and my mother was a recognized expert in animal skin sewing. Two years ago, during a hunting process, they were chewed off their heads by the terrible bears. Although the remaining bodies were snatched back by the villagers who were traveling with them, they were not buried in the soil.

Food is the biggest problem that will always plague Panshi Village. No matter whether birth, old age, sickness or death, the bodies of all villagers will not be wasted.

Before entering the house, he took a special look at the wooden bowl placed at the door. Apart from a thin layer of frost flowers at the bottom of the bowl, there was nothing extra.

Every morning, the villagers would place containers from each family at the door. The "ten-person heads" and "ten-person heads" distributed the corresponding portion of food according to the population. Even the food from the dead villagers was distributed.

Panshi Village is not large in size, with a total of more than 200 people. The highest-ranking person in the village is the leader, followed by the wizard. Further down, there are two "100-person heads" equivalent to the deputy leader. Finally, there are "100-person heads" in charge of each family.

After his parents died, Tianhao also received intermittent food. Sometimes, he could even get a small piece of rotten stinky meat and bones for several days. Especially since the beginning of winter, he had never received any food that was distributed.

If the parents are alive, this will never happen.

The same thing will not happen to the two brothers Tianfeng and Tiankuang. They are strong and members of the hunting team. They are the kind of people in the village who must give priority to ensuring food supply.

"snort!"

Looking at the empty wooden bowl, Tianhao sneered and shook his head, and walked into the room.

Wooden houses are traditional architectural models of the northern barbarians. Huge logs are sawed from the middle and divided into wooden boards about five centimeters thick. The floor and the ground are raised with permafrost and rocks. There are usually two types: four pier foundations and six pier foundations. The pier foundations are filled with gravel and soil to form hollow low walls. The wooden boards are then laid above the pier foundation, and the vertical boards and horizontal boards are intertwined to form a circular house. The roof is covered with dry thatch or treated branches. This kind of building has no aesthetic sense, but is very strong and can block the wind and snow.

The number of pier foundations at the bottom of the wooden house corresponds to the identity of the owner of the house. Under normal circumstances, only the "heads of a hundred people" are qualified to build a wooden house with six pier foundations, and the leader and wizard can reach eight. If the identity is more noble, the number of pier foundations can be higher.

It is said that the kings of large tribes had more than a hundred piers. Such buildings could no longer be simply summarized by "wooden houses", and should be called "palaces".

In Tianhao's memory, this kind of building is quite similar to the "stilt bamboo house" in the tropical south. The difference is that the stilt houses at that time were for heat insulation and coolness, while the stone pier wooden houses are for warmth.

The nine-year-old sister Tianshuang sat by the fire pit to catch lice.

The speed of the physical development of the barbarians in this era is very different from that in Tianhao's memory. Tianshuang's current height is similar to that of adults in the civilized era. Her skin is very dark, and the surface is stained with a lot of dirt, covering up the darkness of her true skin color. She has not received enough nutrition for a long time, and her cheekbones on both sides of her cheeks are raised high and dark yellow teeth are exposed in her slightly opened lips.

There is never a shortage of animal skin robes in Panshi Village. Whether in summer or winter, this is the standardized clothing of the villagers. The most popular one is giant horned deer skin, followed by ferocious dog skin. Especially the former, they are vegetarian, and as long as they do not provoke giant horned deer during the estrus season, it is not difficult for hunters to deal with it.

The furry side of the leather robe must be worn in the opposite direction to keep warm. The deer-skin robe on Tianshuang was very old and tattered. She learned needlework from her dead mother, sewing and repairing, and used a lot of loose skins. Despite this, she was a reliance on ensuring that she was not frozen to death in cold weather.

The wide leather robe is in sharp contrast with Tianshuang's thin body. Across more than five meters away, Tianhao could see his sister's ribs bulging from under her skin through the empty collar of the leather robe.

He had never seen such a soybean-sized lice before.

According to past experience, lice are the most rampant in summer and can only jump until autumn at most. When the temperature drops sharply in winter, these blood-sucking creatures that leave offspring in corners that are difficult for humans to detect in advance will die one after another. When the spring comes to spring, the flowers will continue to repeat the fixed life continuation pattern.

Tianshuang grabbed a lice from the crotch that emitted a strong body odor, stuffed it into her mouth, and bite it into her teeth with a crisp "crack" sound, chewing it with relish.

Lice can be eaten, too.

In this cold season, in the eyes of the villagers of Panshizhai, as long as things that can move freely can be classified as "food".

Walking from the door to the fire pit, sitting down, Tianshuang, who was unkempt and dirty, kept staring at Tianhao. Her deep eyes emitted a dark dark light like a wolf.

"Brother...I'm hungry..."

Tianhao glanced at her, reached out to take a piece of meat from his leather robe, pulled out his sword, and cut it hard on the floor.

Most people in this world cannot kill an adult fanged pig alone. The weight of more than four hundred kilograms is the source of power of this beast. The convex fangs bent slightly upward, more like a pair of swords that are ready to pierce at any time in front.
Chapter completed!