The weather of snowstorms is extremely terrifying and is one of the worst weather in natural climate. Most people can only retreat when encountering snowstorms, and no one dares to take risks to go out.

This kind of weather is not common and occurs mostly in polar regions.

In this area where Wang Yang is located, due to the growing trees all year round, it is rare to see once or twice. The only thing he sees occasionally is the only light snow storm, which is very different from what he encounters this time.

This kind of weather is extremely destructive. Because the sky and earth are white and the visibility is very low, many animals will panic because they have no sense of direction, run around, and finally fall off a cliff or step on a sharp stone to sprain their ankle.

The above two situations occur, one is dead and the survival rate is extremely low.

The destructive power of trees is also huge. Many trees will freeze to death. Some of them have poor foundations and can be taken away directly.

So whenever this happens, it will destroy the ecological balance of that area and it will destroy the long-term surname.

Wang Yang knew the terror of snowstorms, and at the same time he realized that this area should not be kept for a long time, and his living status would definitely be greatly reduced. Staying there is no wise choice.

The climate here is no longer suitable for everyone's development. The emergence of snowstorms undoubtedly aggravated the harsh speed of the environment.

It seems that I am not an exaggeration. In a few years, this place will be desertified.

Wang Yang and others hurried in the cave, unable to do anything, and could only wait for the snowstorm to pass.

Outside, the strong wind roared with ice flowers, dancing in the world. The canyon was located in the leeway port and there was no direct contact with the snowstorm. It was a blessing that the place was born well. Otherwise, if this snowstorm passed, there might be many people who were cold.

But there are whirlpools in the wind, and from time to time, a cold wind will turn into the canyon, making the canyon "whimper" and echoes keep. The animals are so scared that they are huddled in the house and panic.

A squirrel of snow often floated into the entrance of the cave, hitting Wang Yang, turning him into a white-haired old man.

Wang Yang was not in a bad mood, so he shook his head and said a poem: "Birds fly across thousands of mountains, and people die in thousands of paths..."

This poem is too appropriate to describe it at this time. Wang Yangzhen doubted whether the ancients who created this poem had also experienced snowstorms.

More than ten days later, the snowstorm disappeared, but the light snow continued. Fortunately, the sky became much clearer and I couldn't feel the wind when I walked out.

He walked out of the canyon and was stunned. He saw the trees in the orchard falling from place to place, uprooting, and some small trees were blown to other trees. People who didn't know thought that the tree was originally growing on the tree.

The funny description is just Wang Yang's "beautification" in his heart. In fact, there is an extinction in these seemingly funny scenes.

The forest is extremely messy, the trees are blown down and die. If you kick it casually on the ground, you may kick out a frozen owl.

No bird flew past the sky, and no animals appeared on the ground. Many animals were lost in the wind and snow, and all died.

Wang Yang walked around the forest and couldn't bear to look at it anymore. When he was about to go back, he met a cave bear unexpectedly.

The guy was obviously hiding in a cave where the head wolf lived before. Everyone hadn't checked it for a long time, so they didn't catch it.

It had been sleeping well, but was awakened by the snowstorm, and it could no longer fall asleep because it knew that if it went out in a few days, it would have a great chance to have a full meal.

As soon as the snow stopped, it ran out to forage. With its keen sense of smell and many experiences, it really found a lot of food.

At this time, I saw Wang Yang, and I seemed very careful, neither yelled nor moved, but just looked vigilantly.

It is winter now. It was supposed to hibernate, and it woke up. It was very weak and was unwilling to fight with other creatures. It just wanted to have a good meal and then go back to continue hibernation.

Wang Yang ignored it, let alone its food. The small animals in the tribe couldn't eat it, so he didn't need anything else, so he looked at the cave bear and left slowly.

Back at the cave, Wang Yang counted the remaining animals. They had not hunted during this period and had eaten all their money. They actually didn't consume much. The crazy jerky made meat also reduced a lot of small animals in the canyon.

The original number may reach two or three thousand, of which the newly born small animals the size of a palm accounted for the vast majority, and almost all were made into jerky.

So the small animals are meatless, and a bag made of big rat fur can hold dozens of them.

Everyone can eat more than 100 pieces a day.

Now the tribe is left with big mice, which can reach several pounds after being air-dried.

Wang Yang touched the little guy's head. It still gnawed on wood chips for thousands of years, living on his shoulders, without caring about anything.

It became very big, with a dozen or twenty kilograms. Standing on its shoulder, it felt like a huge rock was pressing on it. Wang Yang was standing there every day, and he was used to it and didn't feel it was particularly heavy.

The tribe was about to migrate, and it saw all the animals hunting. It was the only mouse that witnessed the killing of the same kind, but it did not express anything, and it only paid attention to whether it had any wood to grind its teeth.

Wang Yang didn't want it to be lonely for life. The last time he searched for a "wife" failed, he failed to give up. Now many male rats have been killed, and the female rat is surplus. He thought about leaving a few companions for the little guy.

So he put the little guy in the group of rats, closed the door himself, and looked inside through the gap.

The little guy in the group of rats looked very uncomfortable, squeezed out a few female rats in heat and occupied a higher stone.

The other female mice did not give up and crowded onto big rocks again and again.

Unfortunately, no matter how many of them came up, it would kick them down. However, the "husband-seeking team" was too rampant. The mother rats had no idea of ​​being rejected at all, and they rushed forward one after another.

Finally, many female mice formed a circle, and stepped on their companions, climbed up the big rock, and put their mouths over.

Wang Yang was watching and laughing, thinking that you were not in a good mood this time.

The little guy was very innocently smelled by the mother rats, then touched them again. Finally, he was really angry and grabbed the wooden block and took pictures randomly, as if he was really like a human.

Wang Yang was stunned. What does this mean? The best rat in history?

Time flies away again, and another month has passed, and this time, it is really about to set off.

Within a month, everyone had almost cleaned up the remaining animals. The cave was filled with food bags, and all the dried meat inside was wrapped around them, which could wrap everyone around them.

The weight of each person carrying it on average is more than 100 kilograms, which is very terrifying and discordant, and you can never carry it too much.

Even so, there were still two or three hundred small animals not killed.

Another snowstorm occurred in the middle of this month, but it disappeared after only one day, without affecting everyone.

But it caused great damage to the nearby environment.

During this period of preparation, the migration has entered its late stage, and even the elephants are constantly moving south because they have a large appetite and consume a lot of food every day.

When a snowstorm came and caused damage, they had to choose to continue leaving.

Countless birds, including one of the owls, Snowy Owl, have also left in advance. If you still want to take out bird eggs, you can say that the man is crazy.

The nearby trees are losing their vitality as the frequent arrival of snowstorms. The forest is exposed to more and more blank spaces, but the sun cannot penetrate the thick layer of snow, unable to bring the warmth needed to the saplings.

The speed of snow formation here is much faster than Wang Yang expected, mainly because he didn't know that there would be a snowstorm and was very unaware of it.

Fortunately, he made a plan to migrate early to prevent everyone from struggling here.

Of course, Wang Yang didn't want to leave in a hurry. He used this month to find a smooth place on the rock wall and carved many words.

"Hello, my name is Wang Yang. I am one of the top ten young people in the country who have traveled from modern times. I have made great contributions to various disciplines and educational medicine. I have won all the Nobel Prizes, of course, except for damn math."

He carved for a while, feeling that the cowhide was too boasting and too inappropriate, so he carved the following sentences seriously.

"I know my brief introduction has scared you, but you don't need to feel inferior. I am migrating south. If you are also a time traveler, please come to me. Haha, I haven't talked to anyone for a long time. If there is something to offend between the lines, you will bite me!"

He carved it once and thought it was very good. If a time traveler really appeared, he might be able to meet him, and he would be really not lonely at that time.

So he engraved the English version of this modest "Introduction and Guide".

Everyone looked at him carved it day by day, and it was obvious that everyone didn't understand it. When asked what he was painting, he shook his head and laughed, saying that there was nothing.

The little guy still couldn't find his wife. No matter how Wang Yang helped it, it was useless. It was firm and mechanically slapped the female mice with wooden blocks.

Now Wang Yang put it in the rat house again, and there was no female rat within a radius of three feet.

After getting ready, he was naturally leaving. Wang Yang specially chose a sunny and nice weather, wrapped it with everyone in large and small bags filled with jerky, and walked out of the canyon.

The wooden barrel was basically abandoned by them because it was too heavy and was not suitable for long-distance migration. As the long-term maker of the wooden barrel, Zhang San really couldn't bear to throw it away and carried one away.

In the canyon, a group of small animals ran happily. They had no houses, and all the houses were demolished by Wang Yang and others because they wanted to take back the rope.

At present, ropes are very important to them and cannot be wasted.

Without the houses, the little animals are not depressed. On the contrary, they are very happy and have much freedom to go wherever they want.

Wang Yang smiled at them and sprinkled the last food.

They were about to leave, and they could not raise them anymore, and there was still some uneaten food in the cave, left to them.

The wooden door outside the canyon was opened and everyone slowly left.

Boss Chicken looked at the figures of everyone leaving, looked at the entrance of the canyon again, thought for a while, then rushed out suspiciously.

As it took the lead, the animals rushed out and scattered.

Not long after, the canyon was empty.
Chapter completed!