This period of time was quite peaceful. After all, it was still the territory of the Smilodon Tiger. The guy didn't know where he was hiding, so there was no big danger.

The smell of blood still attracted some predators, such as a coyote.

Coyote belongs to the hyena (lie) dog family, with a body length of about 70 centimeters and is very thin.

He is covered in yellow fur, with black spots on his limbs, and his ears are like butterfly wings, diamond-shaped.

Their weight is equal to their status, they are weak, they like to be active at night, and they live alone, which makes them even more vulnerable.

After Wang Yang saw it, his first reaction was not to threaten it, but to open his eyes in surprise.

Because this guy basically lives in grasslands and wastelands, and is rare to see in the jungle.

And they prey on termites and are not powerful predators.

It looked at Wang Yang from a distance, its tongue licking its upper lip from time to time, and it was very slanderous.

Seeing that it was not leaving, Wang Yang wanted to catch it too, but as soon as he took a few steps there, the coyote ran away.

Wang Yang could only sigh that the name was very powerful, but it did not have the aura of a wolf.

He continued to dig, and after a while, he dug a hole of several dozen centimeters, took out the bone spurs, completely finished the two panting badgers, and dragged them out.

He threw the four dead badgers into the snow, buried them with snow, then squatted down and looked into the badgers' den.

He wanted to know what was in the nests of such animals.

He reached into the hole, touched it randomly, and found a round, cold object. He took it out and looked at it, and was happy to see that it turned out to be a fruit.

Reach in again and touch again.

After touching for a while, I didn't find any other fruits, but I did touch a frozen dragonfly.

In fact, he wasn't quite sure whether it was a dragonfly. After all, the species had become somewhat different over millions of years.

This guy had fly-like eyes, a long green body, two pairs of wings, and a black tail. His whole body was stiff and he had been dead for a long time.

"It should be...not poisonous, right?"

Wang Yang murmured to himself, wondering whether he should eat it or not. He couldn't count on the taste. The key was whether it was poisonous or not.

After all, food is in short supply now, and it would be good to eat some. Isn't that what the saying often says, no matter how small a mosquito's legs are, they are still meat.

Apart from anything else, in modern times, most people are still reluctant to eat this stuff. How much does it cost per pound?

After thinking about it, I still can't bear to eat it. This is even more unacceptable than eating raw meat.

After putting away the fruits, Wang Yang came to the area on the right where traps were set up.

Fortunately, another squirrel got caught in the trap and couldn't escape.

Wang Yang came closer in two steps, quickly solved it, and then rearranged it.

After that, he went to the Bone Forest, dug up the barrel, and threw the squirrel and four badgers into it.

The sixteenth barrel is now full.

Seeing these foods occupying such a large area, Wang Yang felt a strong sense of satisfaction from the bottom of his heart.

Although it doesn't last long after eating, it feels comfortable to look at.

It felt like depositing your salary into the bank for the first time, and then looking at the numbers on the phone screen, I was filled with emotion.

Taking advantage of today's rich harvest and still early time, Wang Yang hurried back to the cave and took another wooden barrel.

Then come back and dig a new hole and bury the barrel.

After this, Wang Yang gained nothing more and returned to the cave to rest.

The next day it was the same as before, bringing nuts to the Bone Forest for storage.

Then set traps and dig holes everywhere.

Overall, my luck was pretty bad. I didn't find anything. Even the group of squirrels didn't get caught in the trap again. I guess the disappearance of their companions made them very nervous and they didn't dare to approach new things.

Wang Yang was not discouraged and concentrated on doing his own thing.

On the third day, the fourth day, and the fifth day, time passed with the boring mechanical life. The adults did what they had to do every day, they themselves did what they had to do every day, and the beasts also

Doing what you do every day without any changes.

So much so that Wang Yang found to his dismay that hunting here was just like going to class and going to work, the same time, the same place, the same group of people.

I should say, it's more like going to work.

Hunting ability is like a skill. No matter how much skill you have, how much salary you get, if you are not good enough, others will be.

It's just that one price is losing your life, and the other price is being unemployed at home. There is not much difference in essence.

Wang Yang is not interested in knowing this point of view. Anyway, according to the modern society, he is a guy with good connections and has used the back door.

On the sixth day, Wang Yang finally gained something again.

He first caught a mole on the left, and then a squirrel on the right. While hiding food in the Bone Forest, he also encountered a saber-toothed tiger that had returned to its territory.

The deep friendship between one person and one tiger needs no more words. They truly explain what it means: "How many nights with your company, no matter how cold it is, I will never be lonely, no matter how hungry or thirsty I can't bear to leave, as long as I can keep you

Killing him or setting him on fire is nothing."

After scolding each other for a while, one person and one tiger separated.

Wang Yang made an unlucky "poof" sound: "I knew you would come back sooner or later, but I didn't know you would come back so early."

I don’t know if it was because of the return of the saber-toothed tiger, but Wang Yang gained nothing in the remaining time.

On the seventh day, another squirrel hit the muzzle of the gun. Wang Yang was so happy and in a good mood. He counted the number and found that four squirrels had already surrendered. There should be very few left in the tree hole.

He did not rush towards the tree hole rashly, but chose to continue dormant to ensure that no one was missed.

On the eighth day, the ninth day, and the tenth day, for three consecutive days, not a single squirrel appeared. Wang Yang was not going to wait any longer. He had spent enough time with the squirrels and needed to end it and then find new food.

So on this day, he came to the upper right area and wandered thirty meters away from the tree hole.

He climbed up a big tree and observed from a distance.

An hour passed and no squirrel appeared.

Two hours passed and no squirrel appeared.

Three hours later, there were still no squirrels.

Wang Yang changed directions every half an hour and looked around the tree hole clearly, but no squirrel was seen at all.

He got down from the tree, chose right in front of the tree hole, and slowly approached.

The sound of feet stepping on the snow was muffled by the strong wind, and the dancing snowflakes in the sky were very helpful in covering up the smell.

Wang Yang slowly approached, and when he reached fifteen meters, he kicked his feet fiercely and rushed over. In almost two breaths, he rushed to the tree hole.

He took the bone spurs and wooden spears and stabbed holes in them without hesitation.

"Pah, pah."

There was a sound of fruits and pine trees being pierced. There was no scream, no ferocious movement, and it was extremely calm.

"No squirrels."

Wang Yang stabbed a few more times to make sure there were no squirrels above and below the tree hole, and then carefully put his head into the tree hole.

The interior of the tree hole is very irregular. It is very narrow at the top and closed at a distance of ten centimeters. At the bottom is a large hole with a diameter of nearly fifty centimeters.

The cave was filled with the fishy smell of squirrels and was dark.

But with just a little light, Wang Yang could still see a lot of fruits and pine cones stored at the bottom of the cave.

As a rough estimate, at least one barrel can be filled.

"Big money!"

Wang Yang was very excited. This pile of food was comparable to his harvest since the beginning of winter, which was very impressive.

He did not dare to let joy go to his head, so he immediately retracted his head and allowed the surrounding scenery to return to his sight, and then unfastened his belt to collect food.

(I learned yesterday that my father was hospitalized and stayed there all day. Now I am free. I have to go there in the evening, so I will add another chapter. Please understand.)
Chapter completed!