The sun is setting in the west.

Firewood crackled in the fire.

Chen Zheng sat on a log, weaving something with bark rope while baking the fire.

As the straw rope shuttled back and forth, the thing in Chen Zheng's hand gradually took shape, which was a round bark "cloth" the size of a volleyball.

It is said to be "cloth", but in fact, due to the coarse bark fibers, this "cloth" is very hard, even harder than the straw mats, mats and other things used at home - at least the mat can be rolled, and the bark fiber "cloth" woven by Chen Zheng is even so hard that it is even difficult to bend.

In fact, if the bark fibers were torn thinner and then spent more time weaving, Chen Zheng would also be able to weave relatively soft mats. But now this hardness is something he did on purpose.

When two round "cloths" the size of a melon with a small hole in the middle were woven, Chen Zheng picked up the wooden stick next to him and began to assemble it.

The one is more than a meter long, the handle is thicker and thinner, and at the bottom it simply becomes a sharper "spearhead", and the lower part of Chen Zheng is also smoked and dried with fire and carbonized, which makes this cane more like a short spear.

Under the stick, a circle of small openings was cut, and three thinner branches were firmly tied to the gaps, and the bottom branches were branched out, making the stick look like a "fork" with four points.

Chen Zheng took the "fork" and inserted the tip of the spear in the middle into the hole in the middle of the braided bark fiber "cloth", and then the other three "fork tips" were tied tightly with the rope left around the "cloth".

In this way, a lightweight, sturdy pole that can borrow strength is ready.

In fact, Chen Zheng was misled by modern products at the beginning, after all, the snow poles produced by modern times are relatively small in the snow wheel at the tip of the stick, so Chen Zheng also carved according to the size of the snow wheel in his impression.

But don't you know that the snow in modern ski resorts is not very thick, and the resistance provided by the snow wheels does not come from the snow, but from the earth, and the snow wheels will compress the snow until it is almost stepped on by the feet, and the tips of the poles are often inserted into the soil.

However, the environment that Chen Zheng is facing now is different, the snow in most places can reach the knees, and in places where the wind is a little bit, the snow is even so thick that it is chestless!! In the face of such thick snow, the size of the snow wheel of modern snow poles is stretched, and the crutches will directly fall on the ground, providing little resistance.

In the end, Chen Zheng's snow wheels with these two poles actually borrowed from the concept of snowboarding, which is the kind of thing that is worn on the foot like a tennis racket.

The reason why it is now so large is that only such a large area can provide stable resistance.

When the two poles were completed, the stars in the sky began to sink to the ground.

Night falls.

The dark purple sky was full of unfamiliar stars, reminding Chen Zheng of the fact that he was no longer on Earth.

Chen Zheng held the fish soup and sat on a leftover wooden stake, tasting the hard-won food spoonful by spoonful, looking at the night sky and not knowing what he was thinking.

The air here is much fresher than that of the imperial capital, which is completely natural and pollution-free as people advertise, but it is so cold and biting to breathe.

The firewood in the fire crackled.

A few pieces of ice-soaked firewood sent a cloud of smoke from the fire.

Above the hot smoke, a few pieces of white coarse salt foam were touched, and the fish meat about a finger thick was hanging, slowly drying and ripening as the heat of the smoke increased.

After dinner, Chen Zheng cleaned up his things a little, put the made skis and poles on the dry wooden rack, and then carried a few warm stones into the snow cave.

……

Not surprisingly, Chen Zheng appeared in that blue dream again.

The familiar space was still filled with blue light, and the "binary" galaxy was floating in it and slowly spinning.

Although he didn't use his lightsaber much during the day, this time it didn't seem to have much impact on this space, only the occasional hint of uneven ripples told Chen Zheng that the daytime exercise was not useless.

I don't know why, Chen Zheng always felt that there was something deeper in the mysterious "dual-core" galaxy, and that might be the secret he hadn't discovered yet, the secret related to the entire blue light vision.

……

Early the next morning.

Chen Zheng got up early and turned the fire.

After a night of low temperatures, the bonfire had been extinguished, and only a faint trace of green smoke came out.

The fish hanging on the fire yesterday has been smoked, Chen Zheng tried to take a bite, it was a little cold and a little salty, the biggest problem was that the smoke was too strong, a little unpalatable.

However, taste is nothing in the face of survival, and Chen Zheng, who has and only this kind of food, has no choice.

I drank some fish soup casually, and took out the blindfold that I had knitted by the way when I had knitted the snow wheels from the shelf next to me.

The blindfold was very rough, and the bridge of the nose, sideburns, and ears were very grinding on the eyes. However, this rudimentary blindfold can reduce the amount of light in Chen Zheng's eyes, and protect his eyes from being stimulated by light in the heavily polluted snow.

Chen Zheng put the skis on the ground, stepped on them and used a bark rope to thread them through the holes carved out before, and tied them up. I lifted my foot a little and tried it, and it was quite firm.

Changed into skis, grabbed ski poles, wore tattered "windproof goggles (blindfolds)" that did not protect against the wind, and wore a black suit with patches and rags......

…… This image is simply stunning, and it is definitely the center of attention in any ski resort.

"Let's go!"

Chen Zheng walked on the snow that he had not stepped on, and the snow creaked under the pressure of the skis.

The snow that is completely untouched by the sun forms a relatively hard snow shell, and when you push the ground hard, the front end of the cocked skis will break the snow shell as you advance, giving you the feeling of riding the wind and waves like an icebreaker. This kind of refreshing feeling is not felt in the hustle and bustle of a ski resort.

With his hands propped back on his poles, his knees slightly bent, the smooth planks slicing across the snow, as Chen Zheng's proficiency slowly increased, his speed became faster and faster, and after a short time, he could no longer see the coastline behind him.

Gliding forward along the marks on the ground, the cold wind blowing through his cheeks like a knife cutting back and forth on his face.

He has a black suit with a high-tech appearance, so it's not cold. But the shoes that weren't wrapped in the shape technology and the exposed head and hands quickly became numb from the cold at such a speed.

"Hoo ......"

Chen Zheng sighed deeply, and just when he felt a little overwhelmed, he finally saw the ice without snow.