The cicadas of "squeak-----squeak-----" resounded in the ears, and the strong sunlight shone through the green leaves on the vibrant earth, and also sprinkled on the young man's young face, just to see that the young man only covered his intimate parts with some leaves below his waist, and the rest of the place was not an inch. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Maybe the sunlight is too dazzling, just see the young man frowned, stretched out his tongue and licked his chapped lips, maybe he touched the crack, and the young man opened his eyes in pain.

The young man's eyes were full of curiosity, looking at the big tree above his head like the roof of a car, as if asking himself where he had been? Aren't you filling out a little survey on a forum in front of your computer?

What do you think about nuclear war?

What is your opinion on environmental protection?

Do you think the current society is peaceful?

The boy thought back to the question he had just done, oh, by the way, after he finished the question, a window seemed to appear: I'm sorry, you met the admission requirements for this survey, and I hope you can live well.

Damn, I don't have anything to order, is this a crossing?

Song Yang, the name of this teenager, a good young man in the 21st century, had just graduated from college and was preparing for the civil service exam, when he saw a survey on nuclear energy on a study forum, which was the one he just mentioned. Just five seconds after completing the investigation, he arrived in this inexplicable world!

Song Yang slowly climbed up, the leaves on his waist slipped off, revealing little Song Yang, and when he saw that there was no one around, he didn't do anything to cover it, and stood up like this.

It was a big river, the water was slow, crystal clear, Song Yang thought that he hadn't seen such clear water for twenty years.

Song Yang lay on the bank of the river, picked up a little water in his hands, and put it in his mouth, sweet and delicious, and thought of the famous advertising slogan: We don't produce water, we are just the porters of nature. The water was taken from here.

Solved the problem of thirst, and didn't feel hungry, Song Yang looked up at the sun, it was about eight or nine o'clock, it was still early, so he sat under the big tree, leaned his back against the trunk, closed his eyes and fell into a false sleep.

Since you are sure that you have crossed over, why didn't you wake up like others and be served by beautiful women? This thief, my God!

"Kang! Healthy! Brown Acid Zhaodao Mud Music, Brown Acid Zhaodao Mud Music! A voice came from a distance, waking up Song Yang, who had just fallen asleep.

Song Yang opened his sleepy eyes, and saw a sixteen or seventeen-year-old young man walking not far away, and the voice just now came from him.

When Song Yang saw someone coming, he suddenly thought that he was still naked, so he hurriedly got up and hid behind the big tree, only showing his head to look at the young man who was jogging over.

The young man slowly ran over, saw Song Yang hiding behind the big tree, and laughed, revealing white teeth under his cracked lips. Song Yang saw that the man was also undressed, and his bronzed skin and strong muscles were exposed to the air, so he walked out from behind the tree with a red face.

When the young man saw Song Yang's predicament, he laughed even more.

"Kang, the mud is Mo Zhe Li, and the mud is hidden from Zhaole mud wine." The young man spoke a language that Song Yang couldn't understand.

Song Yang looked dazed, and the language was not understood? I thought that this person carries Kang in every word, could it be that his name in this world is Kang?

Song Yang stretched out his hand and only wanted to say to the man: "Kang? ”

The young man grinned and nodded, "Kang! Block beating, collapse the door and plant the nest to conceal the hole system. After speaking, he pulled Song Yang and ran up.

Song Yang ran along, thinking that this young man should have come to find him, seeing that he was not wearing clothes and was not shy at all, it meant that the world was still in the embryonic stage of uncivilization? God, thief, what kind of sin did he create, why are other people waiting for beautiful women after they cross over, and they have a lot of money; I just came to such a world.

Not long after running, a small village appeared in front of Song Yang's eyes, saying that the village was actually not a gathering place composed of a dozen or so very simple small sheds made of wood and hay.

There was an open space in the middle of the shed, surrounded by a dozen people, both men and women, and men and children were naked, except for the women's private parts that were hidden by some animal skins.

In the middle of the crowd lay the carcass of what looked like an antelope, apparently freshly slaughtered, and a man who looked older was dividing the flesh with a sharper piece of stone, and the cut flesh was placed on the leaf next to the corpse.

"Pengpeng, Wo Lai Le, Wo Zhao to Kangle." The young man who brought Song Yang to this village shouted loudly.

Everyone saw that the last two family members had also arrived, and they all whined, and the old man waved his hand, signaling Song Yang and the two to hurry up and join the camp of the big family.

Song Yang looked at the man's skillful techniques, and it seemed that this community could often catch some animals, which was very important, and it was related to whether he would starve to death in the future.

Song Yang and the young man each got a fist-sized piece of meat, and the young man was very happy to hold the meat, so he ignored Song Yang and walked to a shed by himself.

Song Yang didn't know where his shed was, so he kept following the young man, maybe the young man realized that Song Yang was still following, so he shifted his attention away from the piece of meat, and pointed to the shed on his right, meaning that it was your place.

Song Yang was about to go back to his shed to cook, when he saw the young man directly taking the meat and sending it to his mouth, which was Song Yang patted his head, thinking yes, it seems that this group of people is still at the point of eating raw meat, and it seems that teaching them to use fire should be his first thing.

Song Yang put the pieces of meat into his shed, turned around and went out of the village, found a dry wooden stick and a thicker stick in the surrounding woods, and collected some firewood to prepare for the fire.

Song Yang used a sharp small stone to scrape some sawdust from the thicker stick, but fortunately, Song Yang has watched a lot of documentaries about survival in the wild, and he still has the skill of drilling wood for fire.

When Song Yang came back from looking for things, the young man had already finished eating, and most of the people in the village were resting in their sheds, only the young man followed Song Yang with a curious face, not knowing what Song Yang was doing.

Watching Song Yang drill on the thick wooden stick with a small wooden stick, it didn't take long for the surrounding sawdust to start smoking, and after a while, a small flame appeared.

Thanks to Master Pei, Song Yang looked at the small flames in front of him, and he had more chances to survive.

The young man's eyes widened, his face was frightened, as if he had been greatly stimulated, and he pointed at Song Yang with his finger.

Song Yang waved his hand at the young man, signaling not to have any trouble, and began to take care of the fire he had obtained by drilling wood for the first time in his life, adding some broken wood little by little, slowly adding some dry branches, and after a while, a small fire appeared in front of the two.

Song Yang pierced the piece of meat he had just received with a twig and roasted it on the fire, and after about ten minutes, the aroma of cooked meat filled the air around him.

Song Yang took a small piece of meat from the piece of meat and gave it to the young man, motioning for him to put it in his mouth.

The young man took the cooked meat, put it in his mouth without stopping, and he inhaled as it was hot, and the temperature slowly dropped, and the young man chewed it a few times, showing a look of surprise.

Delicious!

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There are a total of nineteen people in the small tribe, it is a family, and an old man is called "Pengpeng" by everyone, Song Yang guessed that it was probably the meaning of the grandfather, who was the leader of this small tribe.

As Song Yang lit a fire to eat cooked food for the first time, this small tribe also slowly accepted the cooked food that Song Yang roasted with fire, after all, cooked things are delicious and easy to digest.

A roaring bonfire was set up in the center of the small tribe, and a group of friends were called together by Song Yang and began to discuss the name. The small tribe of nineteen people, although it is not big, but in Song Yang's opinion, it is indeed a big trouble to have a name.

The old man and those strong men didn't pay attention to Song Yang's group of children's tricks, so Song Yang called a few peers who were about the same age as him.

Stone, this name was given by Song Yang to the young man who came to this world and saw it for the first time.