Atido's father, the old patriarch of the Moxigan tribe, had been sleeping soundly beside him, and he had only now slept comfortably after suffering from illness for many days.

Listening to his father's snoring from time to time as he slept there, it was as if he was listening to a piece of music.

"Brother, my father looks much better now, thank you so much."

Atido looked at Zhao Hongyu very sincerely and said to him.

"It's a small thing, we are brothers. In my tribe, friends and brothers are life and death, so treating your father is nothing. ”

As for the meaning of 'life and death', Atido asked for it, and after getting an explanation from Zhao Hongyu, he patted his chest and assured Zhao Hongyu that he would do the same to Zhao Hongyu in the future.

For Atido's guarantee, Zhao Hongyu believes very much.

The Indians of the American continent in 1620 had more guarantees than they did in the 21st century.

If people in the 21st century said such things to him, Zhao Hongyu would not believe it.

It was an era of rampant materialism, and people only had money in their eyes, and as for faith and righteousness, they had long been thrown aside.

"We are brothers, needless to say."

Zhao Hongyu smiled and raised his hand to pat Atido's shoulder gently, showing that he didn't value this very much, and the reason why he helped Atido was only because, as he said, because they were 'brothers'.

It's only three hours since Zhao Hongyu and Atido met, and they didn't know each other three hours ago.

If it weren't for a coyote, they wouldn't know each other at all.

And Zhao Hongyu just gave him a box of worthless matches, and at the same time had the idea of saving Moxi's dry 'golden thighs', so he treated Atido's father.

This has nothing to do with what Zhao Hongyu himself said about 'brother', but it has nothing to do with fart.

However, Zhao Hongyu's acting skills are not bad, coupled with the simplicity of the Indians, so there are no flaws.

And Atido was fooled by Zhao Hongyu like this.

Watching the performance of their own leader, Wang Shan and the three of them snickered somewhere.

It's really unbelievable that the leader of his own family is still an acting school, and this indigenous Indian youth is really good at fooling. was fooled by the leader's clumsy acting skills, it was really a laughing person.

In fact, Wang Shan and the three genetic people know that the 21st century is an era of information explosion. The information that people are exposed to is very complicated, and of course it is not so easy to fool.

And all kinds of deception are endless, and people are not so easy to deceive for a long time.

But what age is it!

This is 1620 in the 17th century, and these people are still Indians.

They hadn't been exposed to so much information, and the most familiar thing for them when they heard about it was hunting, sleeping, and making children with women.

At most, it is to fight and play with some hostile tribes and vent the vigorous male hormones in their bodies.

Therefore, we can't blame them for being so easy to deceive.

But, no matter what, the Indians are so foolish that it is the best thing for Zhao Hongyu and them.

"Wang Shan, dig a marching stove here!"

Zhao Hongyu greeted, he was hungry now.

It was still about nine o'clock in the morning when they met Atido, and then they returned to his tribe with Atido. Then the treatment of his father, three hours passed at once.

If you don't have anything to eat in the morning, if you don't get hungry, you're going to have a ghost.

Especially when Zhao Hongyu and others walked in the ice and snow for so long, their physical strength was very exertional. …,

I need something to eat to replenish it.

When Zhao Hongyu came to this era, it was late June.

He lived for three months in the northern Andal tribe, and in late September he began to look south in search of a place to live.

It's been another three months.

In the blink of an eye, it is already late December, and it looks like it is about to be January.

At this time, it was the middle of winter, and the weather outside was extremely cold. The flickering north wind mixed with goose feathers and heavy snow whistled in the sky outside.

Waist-deep snow is rare in the 21st century due to the effects of "warm winters" and "global warming".

But in the year 1620, it was quite commonplace.

Wang Shan, Zhang Tie and Song Hu began to get busy.

Atido sat beside his father, helping him tuck his fur gently to keep it from leaking.

Zhao Hongyu walked to the door of the tent, lifted the corner of the leather curtain and looked outside.

I haven't seen such a scene for many years.

Zhao Hongyu looked at the silver-covered earth outside, and couldn't help but admire and miss it in his heart.

Yes, when did he ever see such heavy snow when he was a child. At that time, the global climate had not yet become so bad, and it was often snowing no more than your calves in one night in winter.

The next morning, a bunch of kids will be stepping on 'Crunch! Creak! 'In the snow, go to school with joy.

But in the 90s, I never saw snow like that again.

Even further on, there is less snow in winter.

One year at all, there was no snow at all.

Later, when he went to college, he figured out that it was global climate change, and the main reason was that the pollution was too serious.

Is this a human development or a regression?

Slowly lowering the leather curtain, Zhao Hongyu walked back and smiled bitterly in his heart.

At this time, Wang Shan and the others had already dug up the marching stove, and took off the inferior large iron pot that they had been carrying behind them and put it on it. After questioning Atido, Atido provided firewood and several people lit the fire.

Cooking in the tent, Atido didn't react much, that's what they originally did.

It's just that Atido is more interested in marching stoves, because their tribe has never been like this.

Three or four wooden forks, tied up with strips of cowhide, and then hung on top of the iron pot that had been exchanged for the 'white skin', and a fire was raised below.

That's the method that Atido used.

His father was asleep, and he no longer needed to be watched over by his side.

Therefore, Atido came over and kept asking Wang Shan some questions about the marching stove.

People, for some unknown things, are always full of curiosity by nature.

Under Zhao Hongyu's instructions, Wang Shan patiently explained to Atido. Anyway, this thing is nothing, even if you tell Atido, it doesn't matter.

Of course, due to the language barrier, Wang Shan's words were all conveyed by Zhao Hongyu. You must know that Lu Dao, the language talent is only obtained by Zhao Hongyu alone, and genetic people like Wang Shan and them do not have such benefits at first.

However, in the future, if Zhao Hongyu has money, it is not impossible to spend a lot of money to train a scholar of linguistics in the system.

But, for now, it's very difficult.

handed the inferior old rice to Zhang Tie and asked him to prepare to cook some porridge to eat, and the three of them had been eating porridge. Of course, if you're lucky, you'll be able to hunt some wild boars or hibernating marmots or something.

But most of the time, they are eating porridge. …,

There is no way, who told Zhao Hongyu to only buy Chen rice from the space-time trader, he wants to eat hamburgers or roast duck, but that must be something he can buy from the trader.

The level of the cup has not been improved, and he has no investment of 10 million yuan, so he ...... He can only eat stale rice......

However, fortunately, there are Fuling mustard vegetables for sale in the space-time trader, which makes Zhao Hongyu and them not feel that there is any hardship.

Because Fuling mustard is salty, eating porridge is very appetizing, even if it is eaten with hunted beasts, and it also solves the dilemma that Zhao Hongyu has no salt at hand.

Yes, don't look at how powerful the space-time trader seems to be, but because Zhao Hongyu has no funds to invest in hand, and his own rating is very low, he can't buy salt at all.

You know, there is no salt, this is a very terrible thing.

But Fuling mustard solves this problem.

"Porridge or rice?" After setting up the pot, Zhang Tie looked up at Zhao Hongyu and asked. Zhao Hongyu thought for a while and said: "Let's make porridge, wait until Atido's father wakes up and can still eat it, he is just better, and eating something light can help him recover." ”

Zhang Tie nodded, and then asked, "Chief, there seems to be no water here." ”

Belch!

was reminded by Zhang Tie like this, Zhao Hongyu remembered. It's not like they're in the wild, they can find a water source to cook and camp.

Therefore, Zhao Hongyu turned his face sideways and asked Atido, who was watching the march, "Is there water, we need water." ”

Hearing this, Atido pointed to a wooden barrel beside him: "In that wooden barrel there is." Zhang Tie Yiyan walked over and looked down, then walked back and shook his head at Zhao Hongyu: "Chief, the water can't be used, it's all turbid." ”

Of course, this kind of water is inedible, and God knows how many days it has been placed.

These Indians don't talk about the safety of food for a day.

Zhao Hongyu complained helplessly in his heart.

After asking Atido if there was any water source nearby, after confirming that the fritter creek was not far away, Zhao Hongyu asked Song Hu to carry the wooden bucket to remake a new one.

A marching stove was dug in the tent, and there would certainly be smoke.

Luckily, there is a vent at the top of the Indian tent so that the smoke can be easily vented. Besides, they usually barbecue meat in the tent or something, so they don't care about that then.

After a short while, Song Hu came back with water.

Everything is easy with water, in fact, making porridge is very easy. Put the washed aged rice in a small iron pot, pour water and boil. When cooking porridge, Zhang Tie also took out the uneaten dried wild boar meat and cut it into small dices and put it in.

After about half an hour, a scent began to waft through the tent.

"Wow! It smells so good! Atido whispered as he swallowed his saliva.

Cut, what is this, Zhao Hongyu rolled his eyes.

Then he took out a small bag of Fuling mustard that is at most five cents a bag in a 21st century store, and would be cheaper if it was a wholesale market, and shook it in front of Atido's eyes......