... Qiao Bao'er still lived a life of confinement.
Sambo always herded Qiao Baoer back to the cave at set times, feeling like she was raising chicks or ducklings. He'd let them out for a while to run around and forage, then herd them back into their nest.
Samba had restricted Qiao Bao'er's movement and time, but the situation has improved recently. Since Qiao Bao'er taught Samba how to properly roast prey, Samba hasn't tied her up with ropes anymore.
Qiao Baoer was happy about this, feeling that her modern brain was much more powerful than Samba's primitive one.
Actually, Samba thought that tying her up was useless anyway, as she always managed to cut herself free. He had taught her many times, but she never listened.
And after that, whenever they ate roasted meat, they would first remove the fur and disembowel it, then skewer it with sharpened twigs and slowly roast it until it turned golden and crispy before eating.
Sambo was delighted to eat the barbecue, but Qiao Baoer every time she saw him skin and gut the prey, especially when he pulled out the entrails, her eyes were filled with pity, as if she felt a deep sense of guilt.
Every time Qiao Bao'er saw it, she found it very funny.
Maybe because she, as a modern person, was used to this way of handling food, she didn't feel anything.
But Samba thought it was cruel to mistreat animal carcasses, even though he had a menacing appearance with a bushy beard and spoke in hushed tones as if chanting over their barbecue dinner. Only then did he proceed to skin them, gut them, and roast them over the fire.
"...Quit acting like a baby, if you have the guts don't eat them."
Qiao Bao'er remembered when she went camping during her school days. Many female classmates around her were terrified and didn't dare to handle the food, saying it was too cruel, too cruel... Cut it, when she slaughtered the chicken, their expressions were shocked, but when they ate chicken legs, they ate them with gusto.

"You're a savage, on this island it's survival of the fittest."
She wore a serious expression, crossed her arms, and pointed at the dark, hefty wild boar they had brought back tonight. "The boar before you is no longer the lively one from before. Its soul has ascended, and it is now simply a meal on our plates. It contributes its flesh to continue our lives. Amitabha Buddha, Amitabha Buddha." After finishing her words, Qiao Baoer mumbled a few more verses in a flustered manner.
Samba was looking at her seriously, as if he were really listening, even though he didn't understand a word.
Actually, Samba wasn't as dramatic as she imagined. Samba is a wild person. She was rejected by her tribe soon after birth. After being weaned, she was banished to the forest by the tribe members to fend for herself. Samba has always lived alone, hunting for food is in her nature.
Sampa's recent erratic behavior is just a result of being frightened by Joe Baoer's actions.
They will be having this wild boar for dinner tonight. Samba used to throw the whole boar into the fire, which was a waste of food. Now they gut it and cut it into pieces before roasting it. Any leftover meat that can't be eaten is hung up to dry naturally.
Samba has a large appetite. Usually, he only eats half a meal with two chickens. Tonight, he ate one-fourth of the wild boar, while Qiao Bao'er got full after eating just a small piece of meat. For her, wild boar meat is too tough and gamey, and she feels tired of eating grilled meat every day.
Sambo's big hand reached out and pressed on her stomach.
Possibly sensing Qiao Bao'er hadn't eaten enough, Samba immediately tore off a large pig's trotter for her.
Qiao Baoer shook her head and didn't take it.
Samba muttered a string of words like an old patriarch, his tone slightly menacing. He seemed to be scolding her.
Qiao Bao'er remained expressionless and refused to eat.
Samba had tried to reason with her, but she was unyielding. This little one was really disobedient.
It is still afternoon, and the sun remains very intense.
Qiao Bao'er had no concept of time. She turned off her phone, unwilling to waste the remaining battery life checking the time. But judging by the sun's position, it would probably be three or four hours before sunset.
Samba was actually taking her to the forest.
Joe Bao'er was surprised. Although they couldn't communicate, Samba's actions were simple and crude. He stood up and reached out to carry her onto his shoulder. This scared Joe Bao'er, who screamed for a long time, thinking Samba was going to roast her. She didn't calm down until she saw Samba striding towards the forest.

Samba was tall and strong, with a long stride. He was used to walking this stretch of road, carrying Qiao Bao'er effortlessly; she was lighter than a wild boar. After about two hours, they reached the edge of the forest.
Samba didn't take her deep into the forest, just walked around the edge. He would pick some fruit from the trees along the way, sometimes stuffing it straight into his mouth. His big mustache would quiver as he chewed on the juicy fruit, enjoying it immensely.
Samba also picked some fruit and handed them to her. Qiao Bao'er was carried on his shoulders, and as he walked, her body swayed and bumped, making her very uncomfortable. She had no appetite for food at all.
Besides, Samba is a non-picky omnivore. Qiao Baoer has seen him eat grass with gusto, so she wouldn't be fooled; the fruit was probably very unpalatable.
Qiao Baoer beat his stone-hard shoulders, and shouted and yelled, tossing and turning for a while, "Put me down, I'll walk myself, I want to walk by myself—"
Regardless of whether Samba could understand what she was saying, Qiao Baoer's actions were very clear.
Samba seemed hesitant, he turned his head and looked at her with his dark eyes for a long time, very slowly and carefully before deciding to let her down.
As soon as he let her down, Samba regretted it.
The little one has no idea where it's scurried off to again.
Qiao Bao'er ran about like a puppy, darting through the dense grove. This was only the edge of the forest, and the trees weren't so tall or thick. There were clusters of waist-high shrubs and a few scattered fruit trees that were three to four meters high. There weren't many prey animals here; only small creatures like squirrels foraging in the trees.
Although it was only at the edge of the forest, a winding stream ran through here. Qiao Bao'er discovered the water source and immediately ran over excitedly.
The river water was very cool and clear, with a few small yellow fish swimming happily. The riverbed was smooth pebbles.
This river is not deep, about one meter.
Qiao Bao'er took off her shoes and walked straight into the river wearing her clothes. A wave of coolness and refreshing sensation surged through her entire body, shocking her skin nerves. After a while, she got used to it and didn't feel cold anymore. It was very cool. Qiao Bao'er hadn't had a bath in a long time. Now, soaking in the river, she felt extremely comfortable. She would dive underwater and hold her breath. Qiao Bao'er submerged her entire head in the water, washing herself thoroughly clean. She didn't forget to scare the fish around her.
Samba saw her whole body submerged in the river, her fierce expression contorted into one of terror. He thought she was dead.
The samba was huge, and when it ran, its big feet pounded the earth with a sound that made Qiao Bao'er think there was an earthquake. She immediately popped out of the water, nervously looking around.
Seeing Samba's menacingly bushy face, Qiao Baoer was taken aback and felt guilty. "I didn't run away," she stammered, "I was just bathing in the river."
Whether Samba understands or not, she needs to say something because Samba always listens to her attentively, as if he is trying hard to learn her language.

Qiao Bao'er was afraid of being beaten, soaking in the river water, not daring to move, let alone get ashore.

Sampa's eyes were fierce, he seemed truly angry. His massive body entered the water, his thick arms grabbing Jo Bao'er by the collar and dragging her onto the bank.
Qiao Bao'er seemed to wilt, her whole body was wet, even her long hair was drooping. Coupled with her frightened and guilty expression, she looked a little pitiful.
Samba unleashed a torrent of fury upon her, her expression resembling that of a parent frustrated with their child's shortcomings.
That day, Samba went back with a string of fruit. Qiao Bao'er was tied to his waist with an old tree root and led back. Qiao Bao'er returned to her slave life again, and she also discovered that she had blisters on her feet from walking. Actually, being carried by Samba was pretty good, oh well.
And when Samba took her to the forest the next day, Jo Bao'er still stubbornly went for a swim in the river. Samba's primitive brain thought about it, but couldn't figure out why this cub liked water so much.
Samba thought this was her way of life.
After that, Samba would take Qiao Baier to the riverbank every day, changing from confinement to free-range.

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