Chapter 009 The Protagonist

Two hundred catties of wild pork is just enough for the snow werewolf to eat a meal in the tribe. This is not all of the population of tribe. There are still seven or eight people on the pasture watching cattle and sheep and don't come back to the tribe; besides wild pork, they also eat more than twenty catties of wild vegetables, ten catties of freshwater fish and ten catties of wild fruits...（1 catty=half a kilogram, the catty is a unit of weight in China ）

Definitely , these are animals! ' This was the first reaction that popped up in Xiao Yun's mind, who had silently estimated the consumption of dinner; 'I couldn't afford to raise them!' This was the second reaction that popped up in his mind...

"...Wait, the original owner's memory shows that they don't eat so much for every meal. The snow werewolf's body is very capable of storing calories. If they eat a full meal, as long as they don't become a wolf form, they can endure it for two or three days without eat... …"

Thinking of this, Xiao Yun breathed a sigh of relief. The amount of calories consumed by the Snow Werewolf will be higher than usual when the temperature is lowered, but it will not be so high that it can't survive without eating up the cattle and sheep. If that is the case, next year's life will be even more difficult in the tribe.

"Tonight, it should be that everyone has been eating very poorly before. Occasionally, they eat a little decent appetite, let it go." Xiao Yun silently observed the tribesmen walking to the tents with their stomachs contented. It shouldn't be so scary if they're used to eating such good like this...,Well to add non-staple food as much as possible. They can't always eat meat. Many people have symptoms of bleeding in their gums. It can be seen bloodshot on the fruit when some snow werewolves eat wild fruits, which is not good for their health."

The wild fruit that Ashan brought back was a fruit with thick earthy-yellow skin, three-finger-wide flesh and a large thumb pit in the inside after the skin was bitten. Xiao Yun also was distributed one. After a taste, he discovered it is sour and astringent, it has no other advantages except enough moisture. But even with such an unpalatable thing, the snow werewolves always cherish it when they eat it... it's a sad and painful sense in Xiao Yun's heart.

The wild fruit that Ashan brought back was a fruit with thick earthy-yellow skin, three-finger-wide flesh and a large thumb pit in the inside after the skin was bitten. Xiao Yun also was distributed one. After a taste, he discovered it is sour and astringent, it has no other advantages except enough moisture. But even with such an unpalatable thing, the snow werewolves always cherish it when they eat it... it's a sad and painful sense in Xiao Yun's heart.

Of course,Xiao Yun was not so great to help Sal wash the pottery pot. When he was on the earth, he was rushing to cook at home because he didn't want to wash the dishes after the meal... But when the clans were almost scattered, Xiao Yun also felt sleepy. He suddenly found a problem: the tent of him and his uncle Ashan collapsed, where does he sleep at night? !

Xiao Yun felt as if he was about to fall into a difficult position, Ashan and Oxhorn crossed their backs and walked over: "Ayun, we are sleeping with Oxhorn at night."

"..." Xiao Yun glared at these two people who hadn't taken a shower since they were born, and took a half step back subconsciously, then another half step back...

Great crisis! Stay overnight with these two in a same tent, and tomorrow the tribe will have to hold a funeral for himself!　　

Uh... Snow werewolves seem to don't have funerals?　　

What a great crisis anyway!

The skin of the Snow Werewolf's human form will dissipate heat, so he must sleep in a place that can block the wind, otherwise the body will be sick. With the Snow Werewolf tribe's protective mentality for the cubs, Xiao Yun does not think that the tribe will accept him sleeping by the fire ——There is no other choice! Xiao Yun stepped back a few more steps, slapped Sal's shoulder while sal is washing the pottery pot, with a particularly firm expression: "No, uncle, I'll sleep with Sal."

"Eh?!" Sal trembled.　　

"Huh?" Ashan scratched his head, looked at Sal and then looked at Xiao Yun, "That's okay, don't bite Sal when you sleep at night."

　"Ah?!" Sal fell down on the ground with his buttocks.　　

"Don't worry, my sleeping appearance is not that bad." Xiao Yun quickly comforted Sal.　　

"..." Sal gave a hollow laugh as if to cry.

In fact, if he had a choice, Xiao Yun didn't want to squeeze at night with Sal in a tent. Sal was infinitely similar to a beggar and had a body odor that was not as exaggerated as a snow werewolf, who also a little bit smell. But...the twenty or thirty tents in the tribe, only Sal's tent doesn't seem a trash dump right now...

This is a square-top tent with a considerable internal area. Half of the area is used for stacking various furs which is the property of the tribe; The other half is the activity space of Sal. It is surrounded by stones at the place closest to the door is a small fire for heating, inside the tent a bit, there is a layer hay spread on the ground, and some animal skins cover on the hay. This is Sal's bed.

Sal, he does not have the strong body like the Snow Werewolf's. It is especially difficult to make a living on the grassland. The Snow Werewolf can sleep when lying down, but he has to set a fire, grab a small handful of insect-repellent grass, burn it to ashes, and then sprinkle it on around his bed—this insect-repellent grass looked like some kind of dried chrysanthemum by Xiao Yun's mind. In the memory of the original owner, this kind of pyrethrum grows quite a lot on the south side of the grassland. Snow werewolves go out a far place on the grassland to pick the pyrethrum one time each summer... In order to feed this guy, the Snow Werewolf pay a lot of patience.

Xiao Yun could see that Sal was a little afraid to spend the night with him, so he didn't squeeze on the bed with Sal. He was really not interested in getting close to the bed full of adult male sweat. He took an animal skin and lay it on the floor. After going up, there is no mobile phone or computer that affects his sleep quality, and Simmons mattress is no different from an animal skin bed.

Sleeping in the middle of the night, Xiao Yun suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look at Sal, who was snoring slightly in the dark. He realized later that Sal was so afraid of him. The Snow Werewolf didn't believe in strange power, but Human beings believe.

Sleeping in the middle of the night, Xiao Yun suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look at Sal, who was snoring slightly in the dark. He realized later that Sal was so afraid of him. The Snow Werewolf didn't believe in strange power, but Human beings believe.

Xiao Yun clearly remembered that when he first woke up in the tent, Sal was very close to him and was be ingratiating to him, but when he took Fleece and other cubs to collect a large amount of wild vegetables, and then induced Oxhorn to go to the riverside for processing wild boar and catching fish, Sal began to alienate him obviously... I t was probably at that time Sal realized that he was too different from the original Ayun, and caused various speculations-in short, Sal suspected antecedent of Xiao Yun...

Xiao Yun's forehead slowly oozes a drop of sweat ...

To be honest, with all the contacts and memories of the original owner, Xiao Yun was not so worried that Sal would advertise his anomaly to the tribe—propaganda was useless. The snow werewolf was absolutely materialistic and only believed what they can see, or that the entire prairie nations are not supporters of idealism...

The tiger tribe's individual combat effectiveness is stronger than that of the snow werewolf. The cat tribe's hunting ability is extremely great.The tauren tribe knows how to use farming to obtain food from their ancestors, and they have a strong ability to survive on the grassland. These tribes on the grasslands do not fear the power of nature like humans, and the thought of seeing thunder and thinking that the gods are angry has nothing relevant with them.

Their poverty and backwardness only lie in that their ethnic group is limited by the means of survival and cannot grow to the extent that it can nurture the civilization of the city and even the country. When the main ethnic group cannot grow, they naturally cannot touch the trilogy of civilization progress: recognition Nature, conquer nature, transform nature.

In such an internal small social environment, even if Sal preached that Ayun was possessed by the devil, it would not make this tribe identify with and even expel Ayun further, because the grassland tribes don't know and don't care what the devil was ... Compared with the gods who they didn't know what it was, it was the instinct rooted in their genes to protect their cubs.

It was from the memory of the original owner that Xiao Yun saw the snow werewolf's protection of the cubs, and at the very beginning, he decided to return to the tribe. As long as humans of different species are useful to the tribe, the snow werewolves will be raised, let alone their own cub.

But ... although there is the confidence that will not be regarded as an abnormal, Xiao Yun still inevitably has some fear after the event ... If he was not thrown into the tribe which was backward ethnic group and unbelievers, but was thrown into the human kingdom in the south, or was thrown into the orc empire in the east with the national scale and the faith, then he could not live for three days. A skill that is perfectly disguised as another person, only specially trained agents can do it, as a normal people, Xiao Yun could not achieve this performance.

"The protagonist I am, the protagonist I am ..." Xiao Yun patted his chest, stopped scaring himself, closed his eyes and slept again. There are still a lot of things to do tomorrow. It is a complete waste of energy to imagine things that don't exist.

Before dawn, the patriarch went out with the clansman responsible for herding work. He didn't even want to try out Ayun, the clansman who behaved "abnormally", but ordered the three snow werewolf cubs who left behind to try hard to collect wild vegetables today, and giving extra meals to the tribesmen he brought back tonight...The pragmatic thinking of the snow werewolves is particularly powerful.

After Xiao Yun woke up, he didn't have the time to talk to Sal to resolve the misunderstanding between the two parties. He went directly to the collapsed tent of uncle Ashan and him , rummaging for a long time while pinching his nose, and found two bags of black beans belonging to his private property.

Said it is "private property" rather than the limit of food reserves that the patriarch gave to each tribe when the black beans were harvested...

On days when there is no food at all when the roads are blocked by heavy snow, the snow werewolves have to rely on these two bags of black beans to continue their lives.

The black beans and the publicly owned part are all piled in the patriarch's tent.

Because the original owner who participated in the planting had a clearer memory of black beans, so Xiao Yun also has the image of black beans before the harvest: the height of the plant was about half a meter, the leaves of ternately compound leaves on the plant were oval, and the flowers were small purple and It has a butterfly-shaped corolla, and the pods are a bit like string beans. The size of black beans is slightly larger than that of soybeans, and the skins are smooth and full, so it needs to be dried when after harvesting.

This black bean is not the same as the wild beans that Xiao Yun saw in the countryside when he was a child. The number of pods per plant is not as large as wild beans, but it is not the original soybean. The bean seed was given by the Tauren, in the original owner's memory to say, this black soybean was domesticated by the Tauren before it was planted as emergency food by the various ethnic groups in the grassland.

"Even if the grassland Yuan Longping has been domesticated, it will be degraded after so crudely raised for so many years. It is better to persuade the patriarch to send someone to re-gather the black been seeds with Tauren before the beginning of spring next year."(Dr. Yuan Longping is a greatest Chinese agricultural scientist and educator, known for developing the first hybrid rice varieties in the 1970s. He is called "The Father of Hybrid Rice" by the Chinese people. )

Recalling the the memory of the original owner, the tauren who hardly doesn't refuse to help other ethnic on the grassland, Xiao Yun gave those pure vegetarian old buddies a very high evaluation...

The taste of the cooked black beans is quite indescribable. Anyway, Xiao Yun doesn't want to eat it again after eating it once, but if it is processed and turned into bean sprouts, Xiao Yun feels that even the wild vegetables with mud can be eaten with relish, snow werewolves will certainly not refuse the been sprouts.

It's just been sprouts which can be growing in modern families, but there will still be problems in this poor tribe of snow werewolves...The first difficulty to face is that there is no vessel for bean sprouts. The only two wooden barrels from Sal are water collection tools for everyone in the tribe, and Xiao Yun could not occupy them.

Helpless... Xiao Yun put the leather bag away, and went to find brother Oxhorn.

Oxhorn had already gone out to hunt and patrol. His tent tasted bigger than Ayun's original tent. Xiao Yun only stand outside the tent and peeked inside. He stood at the door and looked at it for a long time, really let him find a tool: a real horn knife with a length of about forty centimeters and a curved tip with a sharpened edge.

After pinching his nose and rushing in and taking out the horn knife, Xiao Yun continued to find a helper...the three snow werewolf cubs that were using rattan straw to weave the trawl mat.

The Snow Werewolf, who must DIY all tools, that is also an ability on hands-on. The vines that can be seen everywhere on the grassland are the most commonly used processing materials for the Snow Werewolf, such as the net can be used to drag cow dungs, the mat can be used put the food, the mat can be used as sleep, the rope can be used to tie wool felt on the tent, it is all available.　　

After pinching his nose and rushing in and taking out the horn knife, Xiao Yun continued to find a helper...the three snow werewolf cubs that were using rattan straw to weave the trawl mat.

The Snow Werewolf, who must DIY all tools, that is also an ability on hands-on. The vines that can be seen everywhere on the grassland are the most commonly used processing materials for the Snow Werewolf, such as the net can be used to drag cow dungs, the mat can be used put the food, the mat can be used as sleep, the rope can be used to tie wool felt on the tent, it is all available.　　

'Emm...' Xiao Yun pulled the vine to test the tenacity of the vine,and suddenly thinking of something, got up and rushed to Sal's tent.

Sal, who was sitting in his tent eating cheese for breakfast, was startled by Xiao Yun who rushed in: "Ah, Ayun..."

Xiao Yun ignored him, and ran directly to his bed, stretched out his claws... he took out a lot of hay, and rushed out with the hay.

Sal:"...?!"

Xiao Yun held the hay and sat next to the three snow werewolf cubs, took a piece of vine which Fleece took a long time to peel off the vine bark, and made a rough shape similar to the sole of the shoe with his hands, then looped and knotted again. Going up and fixing the shape to make the sole, and then use the remaining length to pull out the upper frame-thanks to his elder sister who likes to make handmade cloth shoes while watching TV at home, he learned and knew how to make handmade shoes since childhood.

The vine cannot be woven too densely, and the hollow in the middle is very large. At this time, Sal deliberate collecting the hay that is dried to be used as a bed, pinches a few hay and twists it into a rope shape, and carefully and densely winds it to the vine. A few minutes later,on the frame came out of a pair of primitive straw sandals made of vine and hay, one size larger and ugly in shape, was born.

The three snow werewolf cubs couldn't understand what Xiao Yun was doing, and stared at him with a blank face the whole time.

Xiao Yun admired his craftsmanship, and then looked at his dirty feet, um... he disliked the three feet thick mud on Ashan's feet, but in fact, he himself was not much better. Wearing new shoes on such dirty feet is nothing happiness.

So he ran into Sal's tent again, and caught out the two buckets of water that Sal brought it early in the morning...　　

There is no footbath, so standing on the stone used to sit and carefully wash away the old mud on his feet. Damn it, he didn't know if he don't rinse his feet, just rinse it... the water that was washed is so dirty that he couldn't endure it...

Two buckets of water are enough for Xiao Yun to wash his feet. He lifted his feet up, and dried his feet, his behaviors in the three cubs' and Sal's eyes was weird , and then Xiao Yun put their feet among the straw sandals—Sal chose the softer, more pliable and smoother ones when choosing straws for the bed. Although there are no cloth shoes comfortable when worn on the feet, they are definitely better than just stepping on the ground with his feet.

After walking around the tribe in straw sandals, Xiao Yun felt that there was still room for processing the shoes, so he went into Sal's tent again...

As the leather-worker of the tribe, Sal really had the corners cut when the leather was processed in the tent. Xiao Yun found the wider corners from the pile of corner leather and putting them in the shoes—very good. The soles of the feet are very comfortable!

Wearing these shoes to run around in the tribe, not only say three cubs who don't wear shoes, but also Sal wearing shoes are staring at Xiao Yun's new shoes--the shoes that Sal wear are covered by a whole piece of animal skin, and they are not breathable, furthermore there is no layer of vines and hay underneath the feet, so still will be hurt when stepping on hard objects.

Xiao Yun, who was done, winked at the his little friends, three cubs: " Wearing the straw sandals, it will be fine even if you step on the gravel and bones, so, do you want it?"

'Ayun, teaching us quickly!' Fleece's eyes are bright.

"No problem, but I taught you to weave the shoes, and you have to do something for me." Xiao Yun smiled wickedly like a old man who want to tempt a little Lolita.　　

"No problem!" The three snow werewolf cubs said in unison.

Sal watched everything happening in front of him: "..." 　　

Not to offend any snow werewolf is Sal's purpose of survival. He is very aware of the power gap between him and the snow werewolf (even the cub), so even in after discovering that something was wrong with "Ayun", Sal's choice was just to stop eating the wild vegetables collected by "Ayun", to hold back the wild boar and fish that became delicious which 'Ayun' had touched, and just to bow his head and eat his own black beans; it is possible, Sal still hopes that this "Ayun" can coexist with the tribe...

Because Sal he can't live without the snow werewolf's blessing, otherwise he won't be able to live on this grassland for a long time. Only by sleeping among the snow werewolves could he not fear the roar of the distant beast that can be heard all night.

"...At present, 'it' shouldn't want to destroy the peace of this tribe."

Sal looked melancholy and he looked at three snow werewolf cubs who were coaxed around by 'Ayun', then returned to his tent and sat down to make leather. In human society, he was not a person who loves work. He would not starve to death anyway, but now the situation is different. He has lost the home that allowed him to grow up to this day and enjoy a superior life for more than 20 years. Now, in order for himself to survive, he must make the snow werewolf always think that he is worthy of protection.

Thinking back to the past, Sal couldn't help feeling down and depressed. The monsoon on the grassland wrinkled not only his face, but his heart was also battered by the cold wind that lasted at least four months a year.

Sal looked melancholy and he looked at three snow werewolf cubs who were coaxed around by 'Ayun', then returned to his tent and sat down to make leather. In human society, he was not a person who loves work. He would not starve to death anyway, but now the situation is different. He has lost the home that allowed him to grow up to this day and enjoy a superior life for more than 20 years. Now, in order for himself to survive, he must make the snow werewolf always think that he is worthy of protection.

Thinking back to the past, Sal couldn't help feeling down and depressed. The monsoon on the grassland wrinkled not only his face, but his heart was also battered by the cold wind that lasted at least four months a year.

Sal:'...!?'