Chapter 615


    Unknowingly, the life of Samba who was a Barbarian had changed a lot.


    Samba was now very skilled in using flints.


    Compared to modern lighters and matches, the simple ck flints were more suitable for Samba. His


    hands were very thick and wide, and his fingers were thick. Modern lighters and matches were difficult


    for him to operate. If he exerted a little force, they would be broken by him. Moreover, lighters and


    matches, which were extremely expensive, could only be exchanged at the Barbarian Market.


    In addition, Samba’s cooking skills improved.


    He was now quite skilled at shedding fur and disemboweling his prey. He even learned to use


    Christina’s Swiss Army knife to dismember his prey. His skill could bepared to that of a butcher.


    However, Samba also maintained some of his principles. Every time he dealt with his prey, he would


    mumble prayers solemnly for the prey.


    Yesterday, Christina taught him to dig deep holes in the forest andy some dry firewood branches on


    them as traps to catch pheasants.


    In the past, Samba spent most of the day catching pheasants in the forest. When he was lucky, he


    could catch three or four pheasants. Samba was already very hardworking and patient, but the


    pheasant was really hard to catch. The trees in the forest were lush. Even if Samba who was heavily


    built moved slightly, there would be a loud noise and little animals like pheasants would be scared


    away.


    “… Follow me, dig a hole.”


    Since there was no shovel in Samba’s cave, Christina had to use the old iron pot to scrape the mud.


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    She dug for half an hour in high spirits. When she looked up and saw that Samba was standing by the


    side without moving, she pulled him over and handed him the iron pot. She required him to work hard


    and dig deep holes.


    Samba was much stronger than her. In less than half an hour, he had dug a big hole around one meter


    deep and half a meter wide.


    Christina gave him a thumbs-up, praising him for being a master at digging the ground.


    She carried arge bunch of dry branches and covered the holw with many dry branches


    Christina also picked three big bunches of small tomatoes and gently ced them on the dry branches


    as bait, because she saw several times that many small animals in the forest liked to peck at small


    tomatoes.


    Samba was tall and bulky. He stood by and watched, not knowing what she was doing.


    Samba looked for food every day, and there was nothing else in his life, but he found that Christina who


    had been brought home by him thought differently.


    This cub was very special.


    She was very lively and energetic every day. She liked to run up and down the rivers in the forest.


    Sometimes she grabbed him and asked him to help her dig holes, and he would be very cooperative.


    Samba really wanted to see what she wanted to do.


    That afternoon, Christina’s trap caught two pheasants and a fat rabbit. The two pheasants fluttered but


    couldn’t get out.


    Christina was overjoyed. The little animals in the forest really liked to eat tomatoes, and they had low


    IQ. Perhaps it was because no one had ever used traps to catch them here. The fat rabbit probably fell


    down the hole without looking where it was going. Hahaha.


    Christina was proud of being an intelligent being. Samba’s dark eyes were full of shock as he looked at


    the prey at the bottom of the pit. Then he turned around and looked at Christina with an adoring and


    unbelievable look for a long time.


    Samba muttered to Christina in a rough voice, his tone a little cautious. It seemed that he was asking


    her something.


    Because of thenguage barrier, Christina didn’t know what he was asking.


    She pointed to the two pheasants and the fat rabbit at the bottom of the hole, looked up at Samba and


    pointed her finger at the ground around her. “Start digging more holes in other ces tomorrow. We


    won’t have to worry about food anymore.”


    “…. Do you understand? Take this to dig the ground when you have time.”


    Christina was afraid that Samba couldn’t understand, so she picked up the old iron pot and made a


    digging


    motion


    Christina could not understand the nativenguage of Samba at all. In terms ofmunication, Samba


    was much smarter than her. He understood what Christina meant Immediately.


    Therefore, the next day when Christina went to the forest, she identally fell into a pit. She was very


    depressed and crawled out of the pit with mud all over her body. Samba dug the pit too diligently.


    In these short ten days, Christina lived a very fulfilling life.


    She was no longer waiting to be fed and kept in captivity. She taught Samba a lot of modern skills, and


    Samba learned them very quickly, Christina felt very proud that now Samba looked at her with


    sparkling eyes and admired her.


    And Samba taught her a lot.


    For example, Christina leamed which fruit could be eaten, which fruit was delicious, how to climb a tree


    to get eggs, and so on.


    In the past, Samba would only take her to the edge of the forest for a walk along the river after eating


    barbecue in the afternoon. Later, the two of them became familiar. Samba probably didnt think that she


    was useless. Now, he would take her to the forest to hunt for food early in the morning.


    Christina watched Samba climb trees with her own eyes. Although Samba was huge, he was very


    flexible when he climbed old trees that had been growing for hundreds of years. He could always know


    which tree had a nest, and every time he went down the tree, he could get a big bag of eggs.


    There were all kinds of eggs, and Christina didn’t know what kind of eggs they were. Samba often ate


    bird eggs raw. He probably used them as a nutritious drink to quench thirst and satisfy hunger.


    Christina had been as naughty as a boy since childhood. Climbing trees could not defeat her. But when


    she looked at these tall trees, which were more than ten or twenty meters high, her feet were a little


    weak. She was afraid that she would identally fall down.


    At first, she chose a fruit tree three or five meters tall and climbed up to pick the fruit.


    Samba did not specifically tell her which fruits could be eaten. After seeing what he had eaten,


    Christina would pick some and tried to remember the characteristics of the fruit.


    Sometimes, when Christina saw what other animals were eating in the forest, she would pick some out


    of curiosity and put them in her mouth to chew, wondering what they tasted like.


    Samba was also very good at finding burrows made by rabbits and rats. The burrows of these small


    animals were well hidden, and many of them were empty. But if Samba was lucky, he could reach in


    and take out a bunch of rabbits.


    Christina was now well adapted to life here, not as terrified as she had been when she first came to the


    ind.


    Even without Samba, she would not starve to death. She could catch some prey by herself and pick


    fruits to satisfy her hunger


    When Christina rested, she would quietly observe Samba. She never gave up trying to escape.


    Samba didn’t keep her in the cave all day now.


    In the morning, Samba went hunting in the forest with her, and in the afternoon, he came back to


    barbecue with her, but in the evening, he drove her back to the small cave on the slope as before and


    moved a heavy wooden door to block the entrance of the cave.


    The wooden door blocking the entrance of the cave was actually arge and strong piece of wood.


    Christina could not push it with her strength.


    Tonight, Christina pushed it hard for another hour. She was panting and the wood at the entrance of the


    cave was not moved at all. She was very disappointed.


    “… Why on earth did he keep me here?” Christina was distressed and worried.


    Samba had always been good to her. To be honest, if he hadn’t caught her in the first ce and kept


    her in captivity, she might have encountered wild animals in the forest or starved herself to death.


    After a period of time together, Christina was even more grateful to Samba. She had taught him a lot of


    modern skills. Samba was already better than other savages.


    But no matter what she said, Samba would lock her up at night and wouldn’t let her go far. Every time


    she ran a little farther, Samba would definitely look for her.


    Christina was depressed.


    She had to run away and go to the Barbarian Pce to find Lucy. She couldn’t really be a barbarian


    here for the rest of her life.