"Look, everyone in our Lion tribe's houses are made of stones or they live directly in caves. No one has ever made houses with wood!" said the Lion tribe.

"Is that true?" Han Che scratched the back of his head and said thinking.

Qian Baobao seemed to remember something. When they passed by the Lion Tribe just now, they did find that the houses of the Lion Tribe were all made of stones.

"Yes, I remembered it. When I passed by the village just now, I did not see a house made of wood! Maybe they really don't use wood to make houses!" Jin Zi also remembered it and said hurriedly.

"Yes, we really don't use wood to make houses. We haven't used wood to make houses for a long time! Since that disaster..." Someone from the Lion tribe said.

Qian Baobao immediately blinked twice and expressed his curiosity.

"Disaster?" Qian Baobao asked.

Jin Zi and Han Che also showed curious expressions.

When the disaster was mentioned, the people of the Lion tribe became melancholy.

The atmosphere instantly became solemn. After a while, someone from the Lion tribe finally spoke.

"Many years ago, our grandparents' generation liked to make houses with wood, make beds and furniture with wood. They cut down big trees everywhere, and the big trees in the valley were cut down by them. They even used big trees to make furniture with other tribesmen for other things."

"Later, the trees on the entire hillside were cut down and the hillside became bare."

"Without the woods, the prey will decrease, which means we have to go further to find food. If the females don't eat well, there will be no milk, and many newly born lions will starve to death."

"Later one day, we were punished by heaven. On this day, lightning and thunder suddenly burst into the sky, and it rained heavily for seven days and seven nights. In the middle of the seventh day, our grandfathers suddenly heard a loud noise, and then the earth shook. The soil and stones on the hillside flowed down like beasts, covering our village, and many people were buried under the soil. Fortunately, some people who ran faster ran to the opposite hillside in time, so they were not buried. In this way, our lion tribe was not completely wiped out."

After hearing these descriptions, several timid females were already scared and trembled. Their males carried them into their arms with distress.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, everything is over!" The males comforted the females.

"This is the heavenly punishment we received for cutting down trees, so since then, we, the Lion Clan, have sworn that we will never use wood to make houses again! We must protect the trees on the hillside well!"

After hearing this, Qian Baobao finally understood that the Lion Clan had encountered mudslides and buried most of the village because of the random cutting of trees, so the people of the Lion Clan did not dare to cut down trees anymore.

"Baby, what should we do?" Jin Zi asked.

Han Che stretched out his hand to scratch the back of his head, looking distracted: "What's the matter? So many years have passed, it doesn't matter if we cut down a few trees! What's more, we are guests, can't we be more polite to our guests?"

After hearing Han Che's words, several male lions walked forward angrily and surrounded Han Che.

Qian Baobao and Jin Zi hurried to Han Che, and each of them grabbed one of his arms, preventing him from talking nonsense, while protecting him from attacking the males of the lion clan.
Chapter completed!