Regardless of whether Yang Sanyang wants it or not, the sun star was completely occupied by the black particles after all, and the Cretaceous period came as scheduled.

The first snowflakes fluttered between the heavens and the earth, and the fierce cold wind blew between the heavens and the earth, blowing the earth gloomily, and the boundless void was white as far as the eye could see.

Ever seen a palm-sized snowflake?

Yang Sanyang saw it at this time.

The earth was frozen at some point, and the cold north wind irrigated the cave along the entrance of the cave, blowing the bonfire in the cave to sway, and finally it was resisted by the straw at the cave gate.

The heavy snow outside the door tells him that the terrifying Cretaceous has finally arrived.

In the cold morning, the sky was gray, Yang Sanyang stood at the entrance of the cave in a big coat, the cold wind blew, and he only felt that his face seemed to have been scraped by a knife.

Cold!

It's cold to the extreme!

Fortunately, primitive people have thick hair, like natural down jackets.

"High Priest ———" Yang Sanyang's heart suddenly moved, as if he remembered something, he walked out of the cave quickly, faced the cold wind, and rushed towards the altar.

The outside world was gray, and fifty paces away was hazy, all covered by heavy snow and fog, and nothing could be seen clearly.

However, Yang Sanyang has a sky net in his eyes, and the fog naturally can't cover his eyes.

A dim bonfire stood firm in the wind and snow, and even though the wind was fierce, it still persisted and refused to extinguish.

Around the campfire, a white shadow crawled in the snow and ice, not moving.

Yang Sanyang approached quickly, came to the high priest, looked down at the high priest who was not moving, and was startled, and his fingers trembled slightly to touch the high priest's snort.

The body was cold, no different from the mountains and rocks that had been frozen overnight in the outside world, and the wisp of warmth between the snorts eased Yang Sanyang's tense heart.

Without saying a word, he carefully picked up the high priest's frozen body and hurriedly walked towards the cave.

The frozen person is very fragile, and the slightest carelessness will tear off the 'arms' and 'ears' on his body, and the frozen person must be careful not to forcibly break the opponent's body straight.

I remember when I was in my hometown, I heard people say that during the founding of the People's Republic of China, the Northeast was very cold, and some people only felt itchy ears when they went out, and then they pinch their ears and the whole ear fell off.

The cold of the Cretaceous period is many times more terrifying than that of later generations.

"Bang Da~" Yang Sanyang walked into the stone cave quickly, put the high priest outside the bonfire, and then slowly put it on the straw, and then went to the pot to put a bowl of fish soup, and carefully fed it into the other party's mouth.

Although the high priest has no kindness to himself, he is indeed worthy of his own admiration, for the future of the tribe, he can do this, Yang Sanyang thinks that he will definitely not be able to do it.

It is human instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and he is not afraid of life and death like a high priest, Yang Sanyang admires it very much in his heart.

At this time, a group of primitive people looked at Yang Sanyang with blank eyes, waiting for Yang Sanyang to give everyone jerky, the cold cephalic period came, and everyone could not go out to hunt, so they could only rely on materials to survive.

Yang Sanyang smiled, turned around and walked into the stone cave, and brought out piles of dried meat, and the primitive people did not rob them, but stepped forward in turn according to the order and waited for them to be divided.

Women, strong men, children.

Yang Sanyang was too lazy to eat meat, and the fish soup in the pot stayed overnight, but he still preferred to drink fish soup.

Although there is no salt in this world, there are plants that can replace it.

After drinking a big bowl of fish soup, Yang Sanyang sat bored in the cave, looking at the vast snow outside and the dragon whirlwind rolling in the void with a pair of eyes.

In such an extremely cold weather, even wild beasts have entered their nests and refused to come out, and began to hibernate in the Cretaceous period.

"Boring!" Leaning on the bluestone, the north wind was blowing, Yang Sanyang looked at the primitive people who had nothing to do in the stone cave, and sighed helplessly.

It's definitely not comfortable to eat and sleep like this.

"Perhaps...... I can make a sackcloth and be idle anyway. After staying for a long time, Yang Sanyang really didn't know what he should do, he couldn't stand it with such wide-eyed daze.

Simply go back to the cave, carry the piles of hemp to the fire, and start sifting and making.

The key to the production of linen is to see the quality of the hemp batch, and the single hemp batch is not strong, it is best to rub the hemp batch before compiling, rub it into a fine hemp rope, and then weave it.

Yang Sanyang took out a hemp batch and rubbed it unhurriedly, in the long chalky era, he had time.

According to the records of the Cretaceous period in previous years, each Cretaceous period was between 100 and 150 days, and if he didn't do anything during these long days, he was afraid that he would go crazy.

He doesn't know how to make linen, but when he traveled to Yunnan, he once saw the process of Yunnan people making linen, although the world is different, the process is different, but the principle is still the same.

On the one hand, all the primitive people came over with curiosity, wanting to stretch out their hands to learn the process of Yang Sanyang's linen weaving, Yang Sanyang waved his hand to open everyone, and everyone was not allowed to touch the hemp loquat.

On weekdays, of course he wouldn't stop it, but now that the number of loquats is limited, he doesn't want to spoil everyone.

"Ahem, cough, cough~"

With a weak cough, the old priest's body gradually softened, and finally regained his senses, lying on the ground with a weak face, and then was helped up by all the primitive people, lying on the straw animal skin, and looking at the cave with a blank face.

After a while, the old priest came back to his senses, sat up slowly, saw Yang Sanyang rubbing hemp under the bonfire, and then looked at the blazing bonfire around him and the vast snow outside, and the whole person fell into silence.

Yang Sanyang put down the loat, took out the ginseng soup that had been prepared long ago from the pot, and handed it to the old priest.

The old priest grinned, revealing a pair of big white teeth, and took the ginseng soup tremblingly.

Yang Sanyang sighed, the sweat of the old priest's body wet his fur, as if it had been washed, obviously hurting his vitality. A bowl of ginseng soup was in the stomach, and the old priest was already sweating like rain, and a puddle of water stains flowed.

Although the cold air forced out, the bones of the old priest collapsed.

A bowl of ginseng soup was put into his stomach, and the old priest glanced at Yang Sanyang, and then fell into a deep sleep again.

Yang Sanyang didn't speak, but continued to lower his head and continued to rub the hemp rope, a pair of eyes with countless laws and wires flowing, sweeping the vast snow outside, and his eyes were a little distracted.

One meal a day, everyone eats jerky, so that they don't feel hungry.

When the Cretaceous period came, in order to save the tribe's materials, one meal a day was already a lot, and the primitive people did not complain.

Late at night, the old priest woke up humming, his body began to heat up, Yang Sanyang poured another bowl of herbs into the other party, and then the old priest fell asleep deeply again.

Yang Sanyang brushed the stone pot clean, put a big fish and various spices in it, and then turned around and walked into the stone room.

The big fish is Yang Sanyang's breakfast, there will be no primitive people to steal food, and now Yang Sanyang's prestige in the tribe is at its peak, and it will not be worse than the god of fire, who dares to offend its majesty?

And because it is a stone pot, the big fish will not be stewed into porridge, and I will get up tomorrow morning and drink the fish soup, which is delicious~.

At night, Ye watched Yang Sanyang be a little impatient, groping with his palms on his body, but he was stopped by a "click".

Ye is a smart person, he knows the meaning when he hears the strings, and then he doesn't move, hugging Yang Sanyang's waist and falling asleep in a groggy state.

night

Under the lights, Yang Sanyang's eyes were as bright as stars: "There is a problem primitive who wants to sleep with himself all day long, and this day is really difficult." It's a pity that I'm not really a primitive person, so I can't talk about it. ”

Thinking wildly in his mind, Yang Sanyang fell asleep in a haze.

When he woke up early the next morning, Yang Sanyang brushed his teeth and slowly came to the door of the cave, looking at the waist-deep snow, but he still had no intention of stopping.

Back to the old priest's bed, the old priest is now skinny, the heat around his body has receded, this fortune has been picked up, but the bones of his body have collapsed.

In his sleep, the old priest frowned, his face was painful and desperate, I don't know what he dreamed of in his dream, it was so painful.

Wake up the old priest in his sleep, a bowl of fish soup into his stomach, Yang Sanyang slowly helped the old priest up, at this time the old priest regained his senses, the sickness had dissipated, and his cloudy eyes looked at Yang Sanyang silently, his face was full of depression.

Ye and the female leader distributed jerky in the tribe, and the jerky of thousands of people, Yang Sanyang was too lazy to send it.

Smiling at the old priest, Yang Sanyang lowered his head and continued to weave the hemp clothes, rubbing the hemp rope unhurriedly.

The old priest swept over Yang Sanyang, who looked indifferent, and then looked at the manic wind and snow in the outside world, and fell silent for a while, and the whole person was silent.

The days passed day by day, and on the third day, the weather was clear, and the first rays of sunlight shone through the fog, causing countless primitive people to cheer.

At this time, the wind and snow were eight feet deep, enough to cover the body of primitive people, and all the primitive people just cleared the entrance of the cave, and a group of people crowded into the cave to bask in the sun, enjoying a rare leisure time.

The snow was too thick, but it shielded everyone from the icy cold wind, and a group of primitive people kept pushing away the ice and snow and stood around the cave entrance to bask in the sun.

The ice and snow formed a natural trench that sheltered the cold wind, and everyone stood silent in the ice and snow.

The old priest came out of the cave at some point, looked at the red sun in the sky with a pair of eyes, and was not afraid of the dazzling sun, and stared directly at the big sun for a long time, but the scepter in his hand was clenched, and his fingers were white, and then he broke into the heavy snow, and forcibly carved a path from the heavy snow according to his memory, and came to the altar of the god of fire.

There was not the slightest wind and snow around the Vulcan Altar, as if it was in another world.

Yang Sanyang followed the old priest and walked over, only to see the old priest holding a scepter, staring at the flames on the altar with a pair of eyes, silent for a long time.

On that day, the old priest stood under the altar for a long time before he staggered back.

This time he didn't kneel, but his whole body seemed to be empty, and when he returned to the cave, he fell ill again, and fell into a coma again.