Wang Yang took out a stone axe, dug the snow aside, then put the wooden barrel in, stuck the branches, put the bait on it, got up and patted the thick snow behind him.

He also slapped the snow off the little guy's body. The little guy was not afraid of the cold, and looked around while gnawing on the wood.

"Hey~ do you think they will appear nearby?"

Wang Yang was asking the little guy, but his eyes were looking ahead.

He was not sure if the group of civets would appear. In such a cold weather, these dozen fruit trees that had no fruit were not attractive to them and did not know where they would run.

"Stop watching, let's go back."

Wang Yang muttered a few times to himself and walked back.

The road under my feet became much harder to walk. The snow fell too heavily and too fast. Only a few minutes later did the snow reach half of the calves. It was about to reach the knees. If you didn't go back, it would be troublesome.

Wang Yang's legs were slightly numb and cold at this time. The cold wind always drilled into the cracks of the leather jacket, and was disobedient and stumbled everywhere. Even if all the hairs resisted again, they could not resist the chill.

He quickly walked back and arrived at the junction of the blade-toothed tiger territory.

Xiaohong set up a trap before him, stood there waiting for him, covered with snow on his body.

The moment Wang Yang saw her, he was both moved and angry. What moved was that she would actually wait for him in the wind and snow.

What was annoyed was that if she went back earlier than her and the wind and snow covered her footprints, would she stand here and wait for half an hour? Then she wouldn't be frozen into Snow White.

Wang Yang didn't say anything about her and walked back with her.

They walked very quickly, lowered their heads and looked at their feet. After a while, they finally came back.

Wang Yingying hurriedly ran up, patted the snow on Wang Yang's body, then grabbed a small ball and put it in his mouth to eat.

The others gave them a seat next to the bonfire so that they could keep warm.

Wang Yang did not refuse, rubbed his hands and roasted the fire there.

He silently calculated the time in his heart. After almost an hour, he got up to see if the trap had gained any results.

The wind and snow outside were not stopping, and it was still rustling.

Wang Yang brought the group of people before to the first ambush place.

This is below the big tree, an open land outside the forest, with a few trees above it, with no concealment. If there are small animals who like to move on the trees, you can quickly discover it.

However, because there is no cover, Feixue easily covered it, and a thick layer of snow accumulated above the wooden barrel.

Half of the branches that supported the barrel were submerged, leaving the entrance that was pitifully small.

Seeing that the wooden barrel was still in its original position, Wang Yang knew that there was no gain.

But he still reluctantly walked up to the wooden barrel.

Just then, a little bird suddenly flew out of the wooden barrel and flew into the sky like frightened.

Wang Yang was stunned and felt very regretful.

He didn't expect that the trap he set would actually crawl into. It was probably because they suddenly faced this situation after they came back from the south and had not left.

Wang Yang lifted the wooden barrel and looked at the fruits and meat scraps inside. The fruits were gnawed several times, with small holes one after another, and the meat scraps did not move. The bird probably was vegetarian.

He cleaned up the snow piled around the branches, set up the trap and walked towards the second trap point.

There was no movement in the second trap point, and the snow was piled up thickly.

He walked towards the third trap point, which was also an open area. The difference was that the wooden barrels had been covered, and the snow covered the barrels slightly.

Wang Yang and everyone were excited and immediately surrounded him without saying a word.

Xiaohong and others were very alert, took out weapons such as catapults and catapults, and looked around to guard against wild beasts that came to invade when they smelled the breath.

Wang Yang took out the wooden spear and bone spurs, and walked to the front of the wooden barrel with a quick look.

There was no blood around the barrel and no other animals took the lead.

He walked forward gently, trying not to make any sound, and every time he whipped, he pulled out from the snow that was almost thick to his knees, and then stepped on.

The sound of wind and snow covered his approach. Suddenly, he rushed forward and pressed the wooden barrel tightly. At the same time, he inserted the wooden spear into a hole in the middle, and then stirred the bone spur inside.

Wang Yang could not feel the movement inside the barrel. His hearing was severely affected and his hands were numb from cold. He didn't know if there were any small animals struggling inside.

After stabbing for a while, he stopped and looked inside through the last hole. It was pitch black inside. He lifted the wooden barrel up a small crack and let the light shine in.

I saw that most of the fruit inside had been eaten, and the meat scraps were eaten clean, without leaving any left. There was nothing else in the space except the remaining bit of fruit crumbs.

Wang Yang was slightly stunned, and carefully checked it and found that there were indeed no small animals inside.

He lifted the wooden barrel in depression and looked at the black ground with a thin layer of snow, and there was a trace of excavation in the snow.

"What are you doing!"

He cursed depressedly. It was true that a small animal had fallen into a trap before, but the wooden barrel was opened slanted, and the snow could cover a small part of it. Just a small gap, the animal escaped.

Others also discovered this and could not help but feel a little disappointed when they could imagine the scene at that time.

Wang Yang's face was very embarrassed. For others, this was just a failure, but for him, it meant more.

Traps are currently relatively efficient hunting methods, because it is not only the one who lacks food, but also those animals who have just recovered from a long period of winter are also short of food.

If they set up their own bait, they will definitely come in desperately.

When the food saving crisis occurred in the past few years, Wang Yang used this trap to obtain a large amount of food.

But now it is different. As long as the snow falls for a day, it will be difficult to have a good environment to set traps.

If the wind and snow stop, there is no need for low-level traps like wooden barrels, and they can be used to capture larger animals.

He was helpless. If the barrels were all invalid, what else could be feasible to face such bad weather?

In sorrow, he went to the next few places.

Without exception, animals have come to almost every trap, and the bait is eaten, and the wooden barrel is either covered on the ground or completely lifted up without giving any affection.

Only one point caught a pheasant, and the pheasant was really unlucky. It went in early, the snow was very thin, and it was not panicked if it touched the branches. Instead, it was used as a safe haven and happily ate the bait.
Chapter completed!