Jian Chen's crossing is different from others: although they all travel to ancient times, he is only wearing half a animal skin on his body, and there is a stone axe not far away.

The hairy thighs are exposed under the all-natural handmade leopard print underwear.

Spit and rub off the gray stains on his thighs, revealing pale yellow skin, which made him feel somewhat relieved.

At least I'm still a yellow race.

A voice in his head kept reminding Jian Chen:

"Survive and lead a civilization and a race to life. Points are awarded for the impact on social change and for the continuation of the race. ”

"Points only affect your father's identity when you are reborn next time, and they are useless."

"Changes in the geographical environment and the distribution of flora and fauna. Any continent needs to be explored. ”

"If you have too few points, you will be wiped out if you try to commit suicide, if you break your cultural heritage, if you want to lose your race, if you want to lose your race, if you want to be under alien rule."

After echoing a few times, the voice in his head gradually became weak, and then disappeared.

He tried to roll his tongue and made a sound through his throat. I was sure that I could speak, and then I was relieved.

At least compared to those primitive humans who were unable to make a sound and became extinct, their own tribe was lucky.

Language is one of the foundations of the continuation of civilization, and as long as you don't do something like hunting with your bare hands, you can always survive.

Recalling this tribe, there are now more than seventy people in total, and most of them are women.

There are fewer men because men need to hunt and have more chance of getting hurt, and in an era when there are no witch doctors, injuries are basically equal to death.

The oldest grandmother in the tribe, who should be around forty years old, is now the leader of the tribe.

Chen Jian estimated that his age should be around fourteen years old, which is mature for primitive people.

But...... He doesn't know who his cheap daddy is.

Intra-clan marriage is strictly forbidden in the tribe, so every few years there will be wild intercourse with the rest of the tribe, and the women will return to their tribe and give birth to children who are from this tribe.

Who is Daddy?

This philosophical question will not be determined until the tribes begin to carry out primitive farming families.

For the tribe, reproduction is the greatest guarantee of survival.

There may have been primitive groups of people who intermarried within the group, but Chen Jian believes that eighty percent of those groups have become extinct. This is the cruelty of natural selection, not because people are born with the disadvantages of intermarriage, but because those who do not know the disadvantages of doing so have become the dust of history.

After confirming his identity, Jian Chen licked his teeth with his tongue, and fortunately, his teeth were very good and there was no caries.

In this era, tooth decay and bad teeth can basically determine that the life expectancy cannot exceed 30 years old.

Or maybe it's because the emaciated, unhealthy people are dead, and the rest of the people are strong.

The tribes already knew how to use simple stone tools, they could use fire, they had a primitive language, mixed with a lot of trills and small tongues, they could communicate but they did not have a rich vocabulary - primitive people could not be expected to invent words such as airplanes and computers.

The text has not yet appeared, and it is written with a knotted rope; They don't know how to use fishing nets, they can't raise domesticated livestock and poultry, and they don't even have slash-and-burn farming.

There were simple stone tools, and the weapons were communal. The people of the tribe had to help each other selflessly, because this is the only way to survive the tribe in the harsh environment.

The grandmother had the right to distribute the food, and everything else was discussed by the tribesmen and women.

Of course, in fact, this old grandmother is Chen Jian's maternal grandmother, that is, grandma.

The male in the tribe is either his cousin, his uncle, or a cousin who is more distant.

There are also many aunts and cousins, and her mother is one of the daughters of her grandmother, and she has several half-brothers and brothers.

This is the environment in which Jian Chen is now, a small tribe that is united by matrilineal blood.

There are several small tribes hundreds of miles away, and the paternal inheritance of his body should be derived from one of those tribes.

Now that the situation has been decided, since there is no way to change all this, we can only survive with peace of mind.

The smell of meat was already coming from the fire not far away, and during the day he went out hunting for the first time with the men of the tribe, and harvested a deer, four fish, and snatched half of the wild goat from the leopard's mouth.

The cousins and aunts collected wild herbs, tubers, elm trees, and more than 30 birds' eggs.

As a young man in the tribe, Chen Jian was given a piece of meat and a handful of elm money. Bird eggs and the like are either for people in the tribe with dental problems or for small children.

Everyone devoured dinner, and the mutton without salt was really difficult for Chen Jian, a modern person, to swallow, especially the strong fishy smell of wild goats.

But there was a rumbling sound in his stomach, and he had to close his eyes and enjoy his first dinner in the primitive tribe.

The rest of the relatives ate with relish, and even smashed their leg bones with stones to suck the marrow inside.

His mother was feeding a little sister who was not very old, and there was a sister who was about ten years old who was playing next to his mother.

Named after things, the surname has not yet appeared, and his name is a coincidence, also called Jian, a monosyllabic word, including a lot of meanings, probably healthy and robust and so on.

Amid the chewing of the crowd, a voice was heard.

"Leave the bones and make the needles."

The old grandmother said in a strange tone, this was the first sentence that Chen Jian heard, and he could understand it, but it was not the same as the language of later generations.

The bone-knockers gathered up the slender bones and placed them in a pile of leaves, which were the common property of the tribe.

After dinner, people gather to make a fire, and a few young people are polishing some knick-knacks with stones as personal ornaments, which is the earliest private property and the earliest spiritual life.

Jian Chen and a cousin named Wolfskin were given a night vigil to ensure that the bonfire at the entrance of the cave would not be extinguished to intimidate the large predators.

Looking at the pure natural leopard print underwear on his body, Chen Jian felt that it was too difficult to survive in this world.

The reality is brutal.

Looking at the stone spear and stone knife in the cave, Jian Chen found that this tribe had not yet invented the bow and arrow.

Until it succeeds, any proposal that has not been tried will be rejected by the crowd - it is impossible for the tribe to use the danger of starving for a day to make any bow and arrow at the behest of Chen Jian's advice.

Besides, he was too young for anyone to listen.

"It seems that I can only rely on myself......"

Thinking of this, he walked up to his mother's side, squatted down and touched his little half-sister in his mother's arms, and the girl looked at him with wide eyes.

"Mom, polish my animal teeth......

Jian Chen gestured with his hand and said what he wanted in words of scarcity, because he didn't know how to describe the word arrow.

The mother nodded and said a few words to the old grandmother, who thought her son wanted a pendant.

So he took out a carnivore's canine tooth from the pile of bones, and listened to his son's explanation, which seemed to be sharpened.

Jian Chen took out a stone knife from the stone tool, said to everyone, and left the cave.

Now it's not completely dark, and when you get out of the cave, the pristine fresh air is intoxicating and unpolluted, but I don't know how many little freshmen will be willing to live here.

The cave is at the top of a hill and is well positioned to see the forest in the distance. The sunset hung in the sky, red, like blood and fire.

Occasionally, the roar of some wild beast can be heard, echoing in the mountains and forests, startling a few birds.

Several lone wolves roamed around the cave, and when they saw Jian Chen, they did not show any hostility, but instead waged their tails in court, occasionally barking in a low voice.

Seeing Chen Jian out of the cave, these wolves did not dare to approach although they showed goodwill, and kept a safe distance.

The people of the tribe in memory did not have much hostility towards these wolves at the entrance of the cave, at least they were not afraid.

In fact, this can no longer be called a wolf, it should be a primitive dog, which has not yet been domesticated, but has formed a dependent symbiotic relationship with humans.

Sometimes the tribe eats too much and may throw away some of the rotten things, and the internal organs of the animals are often not eaten unless the food is extremely scarce, because the old grandmother has used the experience passed down from the tribe to tell the people that if they eat those things, they may get sick.

With food at their fingertips, some of the more intelligent wolves were too lazy to hunt on their own, and although they were still wary of people, they would not take the initiative to attack the tribe's people.

Their close relatives are not intelligent, they will not be dogs like them, they will not be cute and rolling, and eventually they will only be reduced to a thin population and extinction in the wilderness.

These wolves will warn when the beast is attacking, and under the interdependence of each other, the people of the tribe are not afraid of these wolves.

Looking at these wild and untamed wolves, listening to the roar of wild beasts in the mountains and forests, and looking at the huge pine trees that few people under the mountain couldn't hold, I couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion.

"What a wild age!"

I felt the insignificance of human beings in this era, but I had an endless pride in my heart to conquer nature.