The weather is getting worse and worse. As the current leader, Hu Yangui is naturally more worried than ordinary tribesmen.

That evening, he returned to the main tent, shook the snow off his shawl, and sighed:

"The turf is already covered with frost, and there may be heavy snowfall tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. The weak tribesmen cannot go out anymore."

As he spoke, Hu Yangui looked at his father, who was sitting behind the low table and wiping his arm armor, but hesitated to speak.

"If you have something to say, just say it. Hesitating is not like a mature leader!"

The old leader glanced at his son and said calmly:

"It's up to you to decide who takes a break and who continues.

Let me just say one thing, I went to see Nalan Xiao yesterday."

Hu Yangui's expression changed slightly when he heard this, and he took two steps forward and asked, "Is she willing to trade food for us?"

"No, Nalan's surplus food is not enough either."

The old leader took out a sky crystal stone from his inner armor and added with a profound expression:

"In addition, Nalanxiao took the initiative to ask me about the sky crystals and said that if we can help collect them, we can make an exception and trade a batch of dried fruits and iron tools."

"You mean..."

Hu Yangui's eyes showed surprise: "The Nalan clan is also worshiping the gods?"

"Nalan Xiao didn't say anything, and I didn't ask either."

The old leader waved his hand and said calmly: "You can make up your own mind whether to use the sky crystal stone in exchange for something from the Nalan clan."

"...don't change!"

Hu Yangui gritted his teeth, put the fur shawl he had just taken off back on, turned around and walked out quickly.

"It's not completely dark yet, I'll take people out to try my luck!"

When he opened the curtain, he hesitated and finally couldn't help but ask:

"Father, gods will keep their promises, right?"

Upon hearing this, the old leader habitually looked at the sky outside the tent window, his face extremely determined.

"certainly!"

…

Due to the effect of the inherited sacred object [Yin Yang Fish], the old leader Hu Yanwu, like other fusion beasts, has instinctive trust in the Creator.

And Wang Hui, who is regarded as the greatest hope by the entire Huyan clan, is currently obsessed with the treasure and cannot extricate himself.

“You wouldn’t know if you didn’t check it out, but there are so many people engaged in the micro-carving industry…”

He was filled with emotion after seeing all kinds of creative and fine micro-carvings. This is called the true spirit of craftsmanship!

In comparison, the "Sushi Immortal" and "Rice Cooking Immortal" advocated by a certain island country are simply a joke...

Unfortunately, the more delicate the handmade product, the more expensive it will be!

Wang Hui had no choice but to settle for the next best thing and choose machine-engraved products that were much cheaper.

He couldn't help but think to himself, if he were to sell the sculptures made by the little people in the miniature world, they wouldn't be much worse than the works of those master miniature sculptors, right?

"It might expose my secret, so it's not appropriate for the time being..."

Wang Hui shook his head and put aside this idea, searched for a store with good reviews, and placed an order for more than a dozen miniature sculptures of various types.

Perhaps most of the miniature worlds are not of use at this stage, but when the time comes, they will definitely become a good auxiliary for him to perform "miracles"!

Wang Hui casually searched for "Ledi toys" again.

It's a pity that the omnipotent Taobao doesn't have this kind of strange miniature world toys, and all the ones found are ordinary ones.

"It would be interesting if the second blind box ordered three days later was also a miniature world..."

Wang Hui turned off Taobao with a little regret.

I looked at the time and realized that more than forty minutes had passed quietly.

That is one and a half months in the miniature world!

He immediately turned around to check and found fine snowflakes flying inside the glass cover.

In the north are heavy mountains covered with snow, while in the west the hills are like white waves.

And the east has turned into a vast white snowfield!

"Tsk, I accidentally got a little late..."

Wang Hui reached out and slid the glass on the east side open, and the worlds on both sides synchronized with time.

There is no afterimage of "fast forward", and we can see a series of little people moving on the plain.

Such heavy snow, when swept up by the airflow on the grassland, can easily form a terrifying "white-haired wind"!

Even in the modern outside world, it would be difficult for people wearing perfect warm clothing to withstand it, let alone the grassland peoples of the pre-feudal era?

"It seems that Huyanwu did a good job in mobilizing the entire clan."

Judging from the amount of source matter condensed on the clouds, we know that the biological activities in the miniature world have been very frequent in the past month and a half.

Most of the contributions must have been provided by Huyan's large-scale operation.

Wang Hui pressed his hand on the [Yin Yang Fish] pattern to harvest the new source of energy.

c-3% becomes c-6%.

Then his consciousness sank, and he planned to inform Huyanwu to be ready to receive the "food given by God".

Bang!

The beam of light falling from the sky fell on the miniature world. Wang Hui looked around.

Judging from the terrain, it should fall at the junction of Nalanshi and Huyanshi, which is quite far from Huyanwu.

He concentrated on sensing and found that the fusion beast gryphon was not far away.

Not long after walking, I saw a gryphon in a low-lying area.

This guy was huddled together with several female lions, spreading his broad wings to cover them.

Gryphon wings have thick feathers, which can effectively block wind, snow and cold. The lionesses all showed a comfortable posture.

"You will enjoy it!"

Wang Hui laughed and cursed.

The gryphon, which was taking a nap with its eyes narrowed, suddenly became excited when it heard the sound. It quickly stood up and came closer with a flattering look.

The lionesses also stood up blankly, feeling a little at a loss when they saw their mighty mates behaving like this.

"Okay, send me a message and come back to maintain your gentle hometown."

Wang Hui rubbed the hair on the back of the griffin's neck and said a few words in a deep voice.

When the griffin heard that the creator did not blame him for his vulgar behavior, he immediately nodded and promised to complete the task.

Then he turned his face and roared at the lionesses for a moment. The anxious lionesses soon calmed down and went to find shelter from the wind, waiting for their mates to return.

Wang Hui secretly said he was surprised when he saw it.

"Strictly speaking, griffins and lions no longer belong to the same species. Aren't they biologically isolated?"

If the combination of the two can successfully produce offspring, how many extraordinary genes can they inherit from their father...

"If you work harder, see if you can create a group of griffons for me."

Wang Hui looked at the back of the gryphon flying away, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

…

As a combination of the eagle, the raptor of the sky, and the lion, the beast of the grassland, the griffon can be said to be the creature at the top of the food chain in the miniature world.

Even though it is much smaller than mosquitoes in the outside world...

The strong wind could not hinder the griffin's flight, and the heavy snow could not obscure its vision. It did not take long to reach the sky above the Huyan clan.

The appearance of such a majestic monster caused quite a stir in the Huyan clan!

Fortunately, many surviving cavalrymen had seen the griffon more than a month ago and knew that it was the mount of the gods, so they quickly calmed everyone down.

Under the awe-inspiring eyes of everyone, the griffon walked up to the main tent door with its head held high, conveying God's will to the two generations of leaders, father and son.

Although it didn't understand human language, it was quite intelligent. With some calls and gestures, the old leader understood what Wang Hui meant.

After hearing his father's explanation, Hu Yangui suddenly became energetic!

He first bowed and saluted the griffin, then quickly walked to the open space in front, looked around at the clansmen who were looking forward to this side, and said loudly: ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

"After one day, the gods will give you food!"

After the words fell, everyone became quiet for a while, and then burst into cheers!

"God bless us, we can finally replenish our winter food!"

"A few days ago, I thought God had deceived Huyan, and I was guilty..."

"The old leader has become a servant of God, and our family no longer has to worry about survival!"

The Huyan people were happy and high-fived each other.

Especially the old and the weak who are in a hurry to save food and live frugally can't help but shed tears.
Chapter completed!