It was snowing, and Chen Mo pulled the slightly loose fur coat on his body to cover the gap of the air leakage.

With a sigh of relief and rubbing his hands, Chen Mo felt that the winter of this primitive society was much colder than that of the later era. In the post-era society, when it is cold, you can directly put on a down jacket, and then even put on a quilt directly......

Chen Mo likes to wear quilts. It used to be like this in college, it was snowing and it was cold, so he went to the classroom with a quilt, and the teacher speechlessly named him: "Quilt master." ”

Chen Mo also entertained himself: "Lord Belle!"

In the 21st century, all kinds of environmental pollution and the ozone layer have broken many holes, so the global temperature is gradually warming, and the winter is not cold every year.

In primitive society, there is no pollution, if it is true, the only source of pollution is the waste smoke produced by many primitive people.

No one has come to check the environmental protection?

The winter of primitive people is the coldest, and when the wind blows, it is cold to the bone.

Chen Mo grabbed a handful of snow, kneaded it into a ball, and then opened the gate and went into the cave.

It's warm in the cave, Pi is very relieved, and although there are few members of the Sailor tribe, the location is excellent.

Only this tribe survived in the surrounding desert land, and it also ensured the sufficiency of all kinds of materials, and the chieftain was like a god-like figure, preparing a lot of winter materials, and there were so many varieties that even an old chief like him had never seen.

For more than a week, the people of the Big Bear tribe have been learning the language very quickly, Chen Mo is also learning the original language, the primitive people learn modern Chinese quickly, but Chen Mo has a lot of trouble learning the original language.

Chen Mo lay on the bed, covered with fur, closed his eyes and wanted to sleep, but he couldn't sleep.

Light the last cigarette, smoke slowly, let the nicotine fill your lungs to give full play, and enjoy the moment is the moment.

Now the tribe has begun to enter a period of stable development, and the number of people in the tribe has reached thirteen, which is considered a small tribe.

There is no problem for the tribe to survive in the wild, as long as there is no war between other tribes against the water army, then Chen Mo can live in the water army tribe to retire.

There are four women, one for one black and stout, and what needs to be considered in the future is to arrange a daughter-in-law for the river and find a wife for Xiao.

Who says there is no true love between men?

After making up for the malicious brain, Chen Mo put down the troubles in his heart, now in winter, there is food and firewood in the tribe, and I believe that the winter can be spent very well.

It's spring, take beans and sorghum! Wowhaha, what a wonderful life my little life is!

By the way, when to plant beans and sorghum?

The cigarette butt burned to the mouth of his buttocks, and Chen Mo was reluctant to throw it away, the last cigarette was gone, and he could enjoy it for a while.

After the evening cram school in the river, Hei first occupied the single room behind the firewood pile in the hateful eyes of others, and Chen Mo made a rule for them, only allowing emotional communication on the bed behind the firewood pile at night, and only one couple was allowed to communicate there at night.

Pi and He were very much in favor, but the black and thick were not happy. Every night after self-study, I try my best to seize the treasure of feng shui.

Through a simple communication with Pi, I learned that Pi was only thirty-four or five years old this year, looking at Pi's wrinkles and a large handful of beards, Chen Mo didn't believe that Pi was only in his thirties, and he thought he was in his fifties at first sight.

In primitive societies, there were very few people over the age of forty, which was caused by environmental factors, unexpected circumstances, and the imperfect nutritional structure of primitive people themselves.

In the 21st century, in Chen Mo's mountain village, there are a large number of old men over 80 years old, and they can still go up the mountain every year to sort out a piece of land to grow food. Every day, basking in the sun, holding a cigarette pouch, drinking a little wine, I am very happy.

The subordinates consciously found their own bunks to lie down and sleep, Zhuang was still doing something to his little daughter-in-law, making his little daughter-in-law laugh for a while, Chen Mo glared at Zhuang, Zhuang lay down honestly, but his hand was not withdrawn.

Chen Mo watched the snow on the head of the bed slowly melt, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he fell asleep unconsciously.

Chen Mo had a dream, a very long dream, dreaming that he had returned to the 21st century and had the ability to travel through time and space, so he founded a cross-century tour group, which could lead people in the 21st century to travel through time and space at will, take pictures with Lu Bu, drink with Li Bai, and sigh with Master Li across the night.

You can also take people from any country back to hundreds of thousands of years ago in their country, observe the development of various histories, and solve the historical legacy problems that have plagued them for decades.

In the end, Chen Mo became a guest of state heads of various countries, and various interviews and state banquets continued every day.

Until one day, Chen Mo was invited by the village chief to return to his hometown in a beautiful manner, and his uncles and uncles, who used to look down on him, now lined up to greet him, and even his dream lover in elementary school took the initiative to invite him to go to the hot spring together.

Lying in the hot spring, Chen Mo felt that the spring water was very hot and comfortable.

Just when he was in love, the village chief came over, grabbed Chen Mo's shoulder and shook it, shouting: "Mo, Mo, wake up, wake up!"

Hey, why is this sound so like a river? Chen Mo, who was lying in the hot spring, rubbed his eyes, and the familiar and kind village chief slowly turned into a river!

Chen Mo was very angry, and finally had a dream, a dream that he had fantasized about for more than ten years, and was just about to discuss life with the lover in his dream, when he was woken up by the river.

He's hand was on Chen Mo's head, Chen Mo wanted He's hand to be knocked off, but he couldn't lift his arm, and he had no strength in his body.

What's wrong with you? How can you be like this without doing any strenuous activities? A man can't say no!

This feeling is very familiar to Chen Mo, this may be another fever! Or a recurrent fever! Every winter, Chen Mo will have a fever once, at least for a few days, and at worst it lasts for half a month.

It's okay, Chen Mo comforted himself, a long illness becomes a good doctor, just take some cold and fever medicine, if it doesn't work, go to the hospital to hang the bottle for a few days, everything will be fine.

Chen Mo said to the river: "He, cough, go and rush the cold in my drawer...... ", this is in the primitive society, where did the cold medicine and antipyretic medicine come from?" Chen Mo was confused, and then he remembered.

In the 21st century, a cold and fever is just a small problem, and you can get it by taking some medicine and taking an injection, but in feudal society, a fever is a serious illness, and you can die at every turn.

In primitive societies, a cold was a cancer in the later era, and if you got it, you died. Not to mention a high fever, which is a typical terminal cancer.

Chen Mo was speechless for a while, if only he had a box of fever reducers in his jeans pocket at that time, but who would have a box of fever reducers in his pocket if he was fine?

Looking at the clansmen gathered in a circle around him, Chen Mo comforted: "It's okay, cough cough, it's not a serious illness, cough cough, it will be fine in a few days." ”

The atmosphere in the tribe was very sluggish, no one answered, Chen Mo was a little embarrassed: "It's just a fever, a very common disease." Ahem, just take some medicine, ahem, don't worry. ”

At this time, Xiao couldn't help but say, "Mo, you, barbecue." ”

Chen Mo was directly speechless, although the expression of laughter was only a few words, he could understand the meaning of laughter: "Chen Mo, your body is hot like barbecue now." ”

Chen Mo said weakly: "You bring me some snow and put it on my head." ”

"Blood?" smiled and understood, turned around and returned to the fire, picked up the bone knife and cut his fingers, ran to Chen Mo's bed with his fingers, and said loudly: "Blood, blood, blood!" and then wiped it on Chen Mo's head.

Chen Mo's eyes darkened and he fainted.