Chapter 697: Plan for Yourself

It's just that he said it himself,

Savages are uncivilized, so how could they listen to him? After saying this a few times, she really felt like she was talking to a cow. These savages didn't listen to him at all, and they wanted to eat and drink. Drinking, celebrating grandly, even going out to hunt pigs is less, and the amount of food is also decreasing rapidly.

Zhang Peng was scratching his hair every day, almost all of his hair, but he no longer doubted what Shi Jia said. Their food could last for about a month at most. time.

"We might have to save food."

Shi Jia called several people together, and of course Taishan. Taishan followed Shi Jia wherever he went now. Shi Jia looked at Taishan who was hit by an arrow in his head, and of course he would count him in. Taishan Unlike other savages, he is not that strong, so his status in the tribe is not too high, but his movements are very flexible, he is also fast in hunting, and of course he likes to think, so he likes to follow Zhang the most. There are friends before and after you, so in the past few years, I have learned to be smarter.

But now, Shi Jia has cut his hair into a bald head, and some hair has grown out. His facial features are pretty good-looking, not weird at all.

"Okay," Yao Xiaoyu agreed. She was in a state of anxiety every day. After this meal, she still had to think about where the next meal would be, and from time to time she would think that maybe they would all be together in a month. There is no food, what will we do next, will we starve to death?

"I also saved some wild vegetables, which no one will eat. They can last for a few days." She thought of her wild vegetables. She originally planned to change the taste, but now they may be life-saving food.

From this day on, each person only ate half of the meat they brought over, and then saved half of it. Yao Xiaoyu wrapped all the meat with the leaves of the trees she saved and put it in the house to dry. In this weather, Comes down and can be kept for a long time.

Bu Cun didn't know that after a few days, a few of them had saved a lot of food, and Shi Jia took the food out when he had time and hid it in a secret place.

In the face of life and death, everyone is selfish. They can't influence others, so they can only try their best to save their own lives. And how can the food they save from their mouths be given to others in the end? They haven't yet It came so great.

Those who came to the tribe later began to gain weight after eating. They spent the whole day around a bonfire, jumping around, and I don’t know what they were enjoying. They would soon have no food to eat. , and can really laugh out loud.

Shijia hid their saved food again, but when she came back, she didn't see Taishan, not even during the meal.

"Where's Mount Tai?" she asked Zhang Peng.

Zhang Peng shook his head, "I don't know. He went hunting early this morning, but he hasn't come back yet."

"Where are the others?" Shi Jia walked in, her body covered with some snowflakes. Yes, it has snowed outside, and the snow is good for the food they saved. The colder the weather, the better the storage. The time is longer.

"Others?" Zhang Peng frowned, "They all seem to be back. I'll go ask them."

He walked out in a hurry, and when he came back, his steps were obviously much faster.

"They said Tarzan was caught by a wild beast and lost a lot of blood."

"Where is that person?" Shi Jia asked, feeling a little irritated. "Where is the person? He is bleeding. Where is the person? Isn't there a doctor here?"

Zhang Peng just stood there without speaking.

"I understand," Shijia turned around and was about to go out to find Taishan. These savages are like this. They abandon their companions not once or twice. As long as they are injured, they either abandon them or ignore them. Yes, there is a selfish factor in their hearts, which may be present in all humans. And this kind of selfishness, whether you are a savage or a modern person, is the camera.

As soon as Shijia left the tribe, the wind blew in her face. She took a step forward, but suddenly she covered her belly.

The staff on the side came over quickly and supported her.

"What's wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

"It's okay," Yan Huan stood up, "I feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach. Maybe I ate something cold yesterday."

The staff carefully helped her into the tent. As soon as she came in, the temperature had already started to rise after being isolated from the wind and snow. After blocking the wind, it was not that cold anymore.

She clutched her stomach, the pain almost hurting her heart.

The nanny took a hot water bottle and handed it to Yan Huan. The weather has been too cold recently, so it was inevitable that this would happen. "Your body is like this. It's the root of the disease that you didn't pay attention to when you were young."

"Thank you, Auntie," Yan Huan took the hot water bottle and put it on her belly, but her heart couldn't help but feel sour. It was the same when Lu Yi was here. He knew she had this problem, so At night, she didn't sleep much and had to change the hot water bottle for her. After changing it, her stomach felt much better.

He remembers everything more clearly than she does, so he has everything prepared in advance.

But now that Lu Yi is gone, no one will worry about her. She has been raised by him to be useless. Even an ordinary bottle cap feels unscrewed now.

She held the hot water bottle in her arms, her nose couldn't help but feel sour, and then she cried silently. She didn't dare to cry loudly, for fear that she would not be able to hold back, for fear that she would burst into tears.

She knew that she had to learn to adapt to the days without Lu Yi, just like she used to be. She had to learn to persist, live and learn to live.

The nanny brought a bowl of soup and placed it in front of her.

Yan Huan took it with her head down, and after the nanny left, she reached out her hand, wiped herself and her tears, and then drank the soup mouthful by mouthful.

After a rest, she had to continue filming.

Everyone was waiting for her, and all the staff were ready. She couldn't delay others because of herself.

She finished the soup, and when she came out, she was the same as before. When others asked her, she always said, "It's fine, it's fine." But in fact, her stomach was aching as if it was being pulled.

Whether she was used to the pain or ignored the pain, it was not important. The important thing was that the dull pain was still tormenting her.

Later, she realized that no one in this world could get used to pain.