The next day, the mother once again set out early with Henry Carter, but this time, she brought a torch.

First, she lit a huge fire by the riverbank, then continued wading into the water to catch fish.

This time, Henry Carter planned to roast the fish himself. For this, he had already gotten some salt from the chief.

He scraped off the fish scales, removed the innards, skewered the fish on branches, and placed them by the fire to roast.

He roasted them very carefully, waiting until each fish was thoroughly cooked before sprinkling a little salt on top.

When he wanted to call his mother over, he realized she was already squatting by the fire, staring at the roasted fish in his hand, drooling half a foot long.

Taking a bite of the roasted fish, Henry Carter finally believed that true delicacies could really bring tears to one’s eyes.

Not only was he crying, but his mother was also in tears.

This bite of fish made Henry Carter recall the delicious food he had eaten before, but he didn’t know why his mother was crying.

Could it be that even savages have emotions?

They caught a lot of fish, even more than yesterday, but still, only the mother and son were by the riverbank—no other tribespeople came.

Logically, this shouldn’t be hard to figure out: if you want to catch fish, you go to the riverbank. Even if you can’t think of that, just following the mother would lead you to the river to catch fish.

Could it be that no one in the whole tribe could figure out such a simple logical relationship?

The mother and son ate their fill, then lay under the willow tree and napped again and again. As the sun set in the west, the mother hung the string of fish on herself, took Henry Carter by the hand, and headed back to the tribe.

“Tomorrow, let’s bring the tribe here to catch fish together!”

After understanding Henry Carter’s words, the mother looked very alarmed. She quickly covered Henry Carter’s mouth and babbled a long string of words.

Although Henry Carter couldn’t understand what his mother was saying, through her body language, he still figured out what she meant.

“If everyone comes, we won’t have enough to eat!”

Henry Carter pointed to the gradually drying sand and said to his mother, “Those fish will die; they won’t last a few days.”

After the mother understood Henry Carter’s words, she sat on the ground and began to cry bitterly, sobbing terribly. She also realized that her food was about to be lost.

Today, while catching fish, she also had to fight off birds trying to steal her food. Every time a bird flew off with a fish, she would be upset for a long time. So, this day, the mother spent her time constantly shifting between joy and sorrow.

A new day began.

This time, the riverbank was crowded with tribespeople.

Everyone was extremely happy.

Seeing the tribespeople hurriedly jump into the water to catch fish, the mother didn’t go in this time. Instead, she proudly used the torch to light another fire.

She kept picking through the fish that the tribespeople tossed onto the shore, and finally found two she was most satisfied with. Then, imitating what Henry Carter did yesterday, she removed the scales, gills, and innards.

When Henry Carter saw his mother roughly snatch the salt pouch from the chief’s waist, he didn’t quite understand. But seeing the chief’s submissive attitude, he seemed to understand something.

This huge fish pond was discovered by the mother, and she provided enough food for the tribe. So, at this moment, she called the shots.

It was clear that the chief was still a bit dissatisfied.

However, when the mother finished roasting the delicious fish, sprinkled a little salt, and handed it to the strong man who had carried Henry Carter back on his waist, Henry Carter suddenly felt that his mother seemed to be a natural politician.

The mother was very particular about the order when distributing the fish. The first to eat the tasty roasted fish were usually the strong and robust, while the chief stood dejectedly in the water, still catching fish.

He got to eat the roasted fish very late, even later than some of the women.

This grand roasted fish feast lasted the whole day, but before sunset, everyone returned to the cave.

This time, the chief naturally left his solitary cave, and the mother moved in with Henry Carter. The salt pouch also ended up hanging from the mother’s waist as a matter of course.

The chief’s cave wasn’t very big. Inside, there was only a little dried meat hanging, and a small pile of salt on a stone slab.

After bringing in a lot of half-dried roasted fish, the place finally felt well-stocked.

The smell inside the cave was indescribable. All in all, Henry Carter would rather sleep out in the wild than stay in this suffocating cave.

The mother looked extremely excited, especially when she saw a wolf pelt—she immediately rolled around on it.

Henry Carter sat alone outside the cave, tending the fire.

The moon hung high in the sky, turning the earth white with its light. Henry Carter stared fixedly at the moon for who knows how long.

After carefully observing this planet, Henry Carter was sure he was still on Earth, because the scars on the moon were exactly the same as he remembered.

But the heavy rains and the suddenly appearing river made Henry Carter feel utterly hopeless.

With such drastic geological changes, there was no way the satellites in the sky wouldn’t have noticed.

What made Henry Carter most despairing was that the snow-capped Kunlun Mountains had seemed to completely disappear since the day he arrived.

Just as Henry Carter was struggling to recall the golden palace he had seen, the burliest savage walked out of the cave. As he passed by Henry Carter, he smelled a strong scent of blood and at the same time saw the chief, covered in fresh blood.