When dreaming of falling from a height, all of them feel surprisingly consistent, that is, with an indescribable sense of discomfort and a faint sense of pleasure.

This will make you blush, your heart beat faster, you will wake up from your dreams, and then a deep sense of relaxation will well-rise throughout your body.

It's just that in reality, when people fall from a height of 10,000 meters, the experience is often not so gentle.

Extreme fear, combined with impotent struggles in weightlessness, can lead to red vision and transient fainting as the speed increases.

In this half-awake and half-hallucinatory state, the moment the person touches the ground, it will splash like liquid.

Of course, there is no pain in this process, because the human nervous system has no time to respond to the pain.

At this moment, Yan Zheng's feelings about this experience are more diverse and psychedelic, making him feel like a dream.

From the moment the plane's engine stopped running, he first panicked, and then under the sudden weightlessness, he was pushed to the tail of the plane by an invisible force.

Under this squeezing, his eyes were blood-red and his consciousness began to fog.

With a bang, he felt as if his soul was out of his body, and he felt as if his body had been smashed and reorganized.

Finally, there was a feeling of falling from a height, and after feeling as if he had smashed through something, he fainted.

The whole process was only a few tens of seconds, and there was no more time for him to react.

Consciousness and body also seem to be in a state of separation in the process.

By the time he regained consciousness, he didn't know how long it had been. He slowly opened his eyes, and what caught his eye was a hole.

To be precise, a hole in a thatched roof through which sunlight passes through it, somewhat dazzling.

He raised his hand to cover it, but he couldn't lift it up smoothly, and then a sour numbness instantly spread from his arm all over his body.

He's numb all over! This feeling is comparable to Ling Chi!

"Uh......h Oh...... . He screamed.

The scream of "#¥%......" made him realize that there was still a circle of people in the dim environment around him.

These people were watching him, their expressions were very puzzled and afraid.

Judging from the weapons in their hands, they regarded Yan Zheng as an anomaly, and while they were vigilant, they didn't dare to offend easily.

Yan Zheng secretly said bitterly, the feeling of sourness and numbness had begun to dissipate, and he also remembered what happened before.

At the thought of free-falling with the plane, he quickly ruled out surviving the option.

He understood that he must have crossed over as some episodes say.

It's just that...... He felt that something was wrong, and the circle of people in front of him was holding stone spears in their hands and some strange tattoos painted on their faces.

What's more, these people are wrapped in a cloth.

A living savage image!

His brain was buzzing, and in order to verify this result, he pinched himself again despite the general anesthesia just now.

Ouch...... The intense pain made him understand that he was really not dreaming again, and he didn't know what era he had traveled back to.

“%￥@I！ ......" one of the wild men spoke, and as he spoke, he looked left and right.

Yan Zheng was a little panicked, he understood that in the case of language barriers, the savages might kill him as a foreign race.

It's just that he doesn't know what to do now, God is pitiful, who would have thought that he would deal with wild people in his lifetime?

Seeing that he had not reacted, the wild man couldn't help but wonder.

Immediately, he pointed to the big hole in the roof, and then to an old man lying not far away.

Then he prayed again, gesturing and chirping.

Yan Zheng understood a little, which seemed to tell him that he had fallen from the sky.

And it was when this group of savages was engaged in some kind of sacrificial activity that he descended from the sky.

Presumably, it is precisely because of this that these savages are afraid, jealous and curious about him.

Grunt - just as he was thinking hard about what to do, his stomach rang out uncontrollably.

Seeing this, the wild man at the head quickly ran out from the side.

A moment later, the wild man walked in with several wild maidens, all of whom were carrying clay pots.

After they came in, after arranging the clay pots in a row in front of Yan Zheng, they all stood aside and waited for the command of the leader of the savages.

"#¥%......&*" The first wild man pointed to the clay pot, and began to talk and gesture again.

Yan Zheng will soon understand, this guy has brought food to himself.

I wanted to be more reserved, but the grunting sound in my stomach again made him unable to stay tall.

He didn't know how long it had been since he had eaten, only that his body was expressing a great desire to suppress what little caution he had left, just smelling the food in these clay pots.

At last he couldn't hold it anymore, got up and picked up a clay pot, and after looking at it, he found that there were some unknown pieces of meat inside.

He picked up a piece, but he didn't taste anything, so he divided his stomach by three times and five by two.

Eating a few pieces in a row did not relieve the feeling of hunger, but only exacerbated the feeling of hunger.

This made him gobble up even more savagely, and a sound like a beast eating came out of his throat.

After eating one clay pot of meat, he shifted his target to the second pot, which contained something mushy.

He took a sip and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was actually porridge.

At that moment, his appetite was wide again, and he held the clay pot and drank it with a gulp.

The wild people watching on the side were all dumbfounded, they didn't expect that a small person could eat so much.

Many people began to show worried expressions, thinking that the fact that such a food could be eaten by the tribe from the sky meant that they would have less food to distribute in the future.

The wild man at the head also frowned and watched, he looked at Yan Zheng on the one hand, and the old man lying on the other. Reaching out and praying to the gods, his cloudy gaze revealing deep sorrow.

After Yan Zheng finished cooking a clay pot of porridge, the feeling of hunger disappeared by half, and he could even feel that the food was digested into a part of his body as soon as it entered his stomach.

He clearly felt that the strength of his body was increasing rapidly, and his brain seemed to be redeveloped again.

He didn't have the heart to think about what these changes meant, and after drinking the porridge, he once again focused on the third clay pot.

This clay pot is filled with sweet water. The sweet sensation is honey as soon as you drink it, and it has a faint floral fragrance.

A satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and after drinking the honey water, he burped comfortably.

When the leader saw that he had eaten all the three clay pots, he smiled and pointed to the old man who was lying.

While grunting, he gestured with some pleading.

Yan Zheng looked at his body language, not knowing why, but now he quickly understood what it meant.

This was obviously for him to save the old man who was lying down, and from the eager eyes of these savages, it could be seen that this old man's status should not be low.

It's just that he was a little worried, in his previous life, he studied horse theory, and he didn't know a little bit of medicine at all.

He recalled it carefully, but there were only a few herbs he knew in his previous life, and he still wrote it down when he drank herbal tea.

After recalling for a while, he only felt that the memories in his mind suddenly became clearer, just like the memory of a camera, and scenes began to emerge, and many originally vague memories began to become clear.

He recalled it carefully, and found that his memories before the age of twelve or thirteen had become extraordinarily clear, as if it had just happened yesterday.

After the crossing, the memory is superhuman?

A smile appeared on the corner of Yan Zheng's mouth, when he was a child, his family was poor and couldn't afford extracurricular books.

He could only read some books brought by his grandfather, who had been a militiaman, including "The Barefoot Doctor's Handbook", "One Hundred Thousand Whys" for a certain period, "Friends of Military and Civilian Talents", as well as various local law booklets, and even books on postpartum care for sows, which he had flipped through many times.

At this moment, the contents of these books are like photographs, recorded in his mind.

Thanksgiving! This was the first thought after the reaction. Without his dedication to enlightening the people's wisdom and engaging in education, Yan Zheng would not have been able to read these books.

The original intention of these books was to imagine how to rebuild a civilization in the wasteland after a nuclear war, using the most basic resources.

For Yan Zheng, this is simply a guide to restarting the light of civilization!

…………

…………