The lives of these primitive people are truly hard.
They are filled with anxiety about how to get by in the future.
Ma Lin had trouble sleeping all night because of bug bites.
Early in the morning, he got up to stew a pot of fish soup first.
At the same time, he also roasted two fish over the fire.
Ma Lin and the tall woman each drank a big bowl of fish soup, then packed the two roasted fish into a backpack, grabbed four spears each, and Ma Lin carried a bow and arrows as they advanced westward together, trying to find traces of the hunting party.
It was worrying that they had been gone for so long without returning.
The tall woman used to follow the hunting party and knew the way.
The nearby area was indeed barren, lacking wildlife, no wonder the hunting team had no harvest.
By noon, they reached a riverbank where they saw a fire pit, probably from eight or nine days ago.
The hunters could carry embers using something like bamboo tubes, but it was inconvenient.
