At about two o'clock in the morning, Song Yong, who walked around the simple room and made sure that there was absolutely no one around to peep at him, began to sit and make the final preparations before crossing:

Inventory of the materials that individuals have brought to the Primordial Age Plane this time.

There was no suspense in the evening's business, and the last batch of ingredients they had was sold out at midnight.

No, that's not so accurate.

Because in the refrigerator in the back kitchen of the restaurant, there are still three gardenia left, and there is a big supplement specially prepared for Song Yong, as well as a big carp of more than ten catties.

Originally, in Song Yong's plan, he planned to give those big supplements to a man like Li Erzhu who needed it more.

The big carp, which is rare in the modern plane, is ready to find a suitable opportunity to make a delicious sweet and sour fish for the girl Wang Xinran.

Girls should naturally like this sweet and sour taste.

As for the stick and Brother Jiang, just eat some together.

However, these plans, in the end, in the middle of tonight's business, made him anxious and busy, and he completely forgot to clean one.

Therefore, realizing the ingredients at hand again, Song Yong, who had nothing left, planned to go to the primordial era plane overnight after sending Wang Xinran home.

Moreover, this time he passed the primordial era plane, and Song Yong was prepared to stay there for at least ten days.

After all, the number of singles counted in the Gray Rabbit Tribe is almost ten.

If you come back after only three days this time, that little time may only be enough for you to run one or two tribes with people.

At that time, if you can only bring back two or three girls and little widows, won't those hungry and thirsty people in the tribe even fight for dogs' brains?

In order to achieve the goal of one per capita, it is necessary to stay at least ten days in the primitive era.

The problem is that in this case, it seems that the business of the kebab shop will have to be reluctantly interrupted tomorrow night, and the foodies who are rushing to come will also be destined to leave full of loss.

However, Song Yong also thought that it seemed that it was not the first time that he had closed down his business from time to time.

Those foodies must have been used to it for a long time......

In fact, when he returned in a taxi from the gate of the community where Wang Xinran's sister lived, Song Yong began to plan in his heart that he would bring something to the primitive era plane this time.

When he really had the heart to think about this, he realized a bad situation:

It's already after midnight, and most of the shops are closed.

It seems that he really doesn't have much choice in the things he can choose and buy now, and under normal circumstances, he can buy a little variety of daily necessities in a 24-hour store.

With this in mind, Song Yong got out of the car and walked into a store that was open all night at the other exit of the park.

When the goods came out again, he had two more stores in his hand, which were the largest plastic bags.

Among them are iodized salt, lollipops, cigarettes and other goods that are normally operated by stores, and Song Yong is really a little dissatisfied with only buying these materials.

Even in the following time, he walked into a small pharmacy not far away.

In the small pharmacy, he bought more than 30 boxes of medicines for various daily ailments, as well as band-aids, gauze, and iodine in one go, and he was still dissatisfied with such preparations.

I went to the primitive era by myself, and it didn't seem like I would just go if I wanted to.

This state of being able to go only once every few days is really uncomfortable with only these pasts.

In this situation, it was not until midnight that he finally found the two-dollar store where he bought his fanny pack after wandering around the quiet alleys around Sanhe, which was still open.

The middle-aged boss is still sitting in front of his store at the moment.

Facing the alley where people occasionally pass by, he smoked a cigarette with a sad face.

At a glance, you can know that it is because of the dismal business and the brutal beatings of life that this middle-aged greasy man is a little sleepless.

However, when Song Yong discovered his small shop, it all became a minor problem.

Because Song Yong, who was a wealthy man with a lot of money, was already in a burst of walking with the wind, and strode into his shop.

In his mouth, he also shouted loudly:

"Boss, don't pretend to be deep, I'll tell you that big business is coming. ”

After hearing this, the boss raised his head and looked at Song Yong with eyes like looking at a sand sculpture, and his heart was full of speechless pain: "What's the matter! Someone shows off his wealth and pretends to be forced, but he actually pretends to be in a two-dollar store."

Three hundred meters to the right, it is a high-end bar, and you can afford to go there and install it......

Twenty minutes later, the owner of the two-dollar store had long since disappeared from the sad face just now, and his good impression of this distinguished customer who appeared in the middle of the night was even more explosive.

As for the idea of 'pretending to be a criminal', it doesn't exist!

Although this customer only spent more than 1,000 yuan in his two-dollar shop, it was also the largest customer he had ever met in his career in this industry.

In other words, under normal circumstances, where is there a sand sculpture with a cramp in the head, which will spend so much money in a two-dollar store?

So, Song Yong, who was finishing the supplies at the end before departure, could see the following dazzling materials under the flashlight of his mobile phone.

For example: a lot of shiny watermelon knives, a lot of full-page disposable flint and steel lighters.

There are also disposable labor protection gloves, produced by unknown merchants, the kind of shampoo in a long small package, palm-sized makeup mirror, and all kinds of small things full of life.

Even Song Yong himself didn't know how useful these things would be if they were brought to the plane of the primitive era.

Can you let yourself, from the primitive era to get something valuable back and resell the plan, how helpful it is.

At the very least, if it looks, it has a bit of a dazzling feeling.

"Hiss~" This is the sound that Song Yong made in his mouth for the first time after passing through the space-time channel.

It was too cold, even before passing through the space-time channel, he was already an old bird in the realm, and he had warmed up in advance, so that his body temperature and heat were higher.

But after actually crossing over, he was still choked by the cold.

It seems that in the twenty days since he left, the weather in the primordial plane has become even colder.

After regaining his eyesight, Song Yong, who was frozen enough, hurriedly picked up the clothes left last time and quickly put them on himself.

It's just that the clothes have been left for too long, and now they are a little damp.

For this reason, Song Yong had to light the fire, and after roasting the fire next to the fire for half an hour, it could be regarded as a relief.

During the time of the fire, Song Yong had already clearly seen that it was still daytime outside the cave, so there was no need to delay too long in the cave.

He put on his feet and put on the improvised skis he had prepared, then walked out of the hole and slid out of the valley with nothing.

He's not stupid, skiing with so many things, isn't it unpleasant for himself.

Great! Later, he would be alone in the plough pulled by a lone wolf, and then he would run here and there in the valley.

He didn't even have to go back to the cave of the Grey Rabbit tribe, and after meeting up with the hunting party on the ice of the Great Lake, he just waited for the lone wolf who pulled the fish to come.

It's just that Song Yong, who has this beautiful fantasy, didn't see half of the figure of the Gray Rabbit tribe on the ice of the wide lake.

For this reason, Song Yong instinctively accelerated the strength of the ski pole in his hand and made himself slide faster.

Fortunately, when Song Yong hurried back to the cave of the Gray Rabbit tribe, he found that there was only a group of ladies with bigger bellies in the cave, lazily roasting a fire on the edge of the fire.

Judging by their laid-back expressions, they knew that nothing had happened to the tribe.

From the surprise on his face, from the mouth of the gardenia who came up, Song Yong learned the whereabouts of the hunting team:

During this time, the hunting team saw that it would not be able to eat enough until next summer due to the amount of fishing, and finally stopped the fishing operation temporarily under the consultation of a group of high-level officials.

Now, those guys took the bows and arrows left by Song Yong and went hunting in the mountains and forests.