After seeing the reindeer tribe, Ning Fei rested for another night in the mountains. The next day, he rode Black Commander and left.
At night, Ning Fei still had a bunch of wild boar meat in his hands. Therefore, he cooked an outdoor barbecue, which was quite enjoyable.
“I finally completed one wish in my heart.”
On the way back, Ning Fei recalled the story of the reindeer tribe that his master had told him when he was young.
When his master was young, he had traveled to the Ewenki region, just in time for the reindeer tribe to migrate from the mountains to the grasslands. He had witnessed the helplessness and sorrow of the hunters after their hunting guns were confiscated.
Now that Ning Fei looked at it again, the hunting culture of the reindeer tribe was still being passed down.
This was a good thing.
The progress of civilization was pushing forward, and there would always be some cultures that would be passed down in their own way.