Whether Yang Sanyang was willing or not, the Sun Star was finally completely occupied by the black particles, and the Cretaceous Age arrived as scheduled.

The first snowflakes floated between the sky and the earth, and the fierce cold wind blew between the sky and the earth, making the earth bleak. Looking around, the boundless void was pale.

Have you ever seen snowflakes the size of a palm?

Yang Sanyang saw this at this time.

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

Heavy snow outside the door told him that the terrifying Cretaceous period had finally arrived.

On a cold morning, the sky was covered with gray. Yang Sanyang stood at the entrance of the cave with a cloak. The cold wind blew by, and he felt that his face was like a knife.

cold!

It's extremely cold!

Fortunately, the primitive people have thick hair, like a natural down jacket.

"High Priest-" Yang Sanyang suddenly felt his heart, as if he had remembered something, and walked out of the cave quickly and rushed towards the altar in the cold wind.

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

However, there is a sky net in Yang Sanyang's eyes, so the fog naturally cannot cover his magic eyes.

A pile of dim bonfires were firm in the wind and snow. Even though the wind was strong, it still insisted on being tenacious and refused to extinguish it.

By the bonfire, a white shadow crawled in the snow and ice, motionless.

Yang Sanyang quickly walked up and came to the high priest. He looked down at the high priest who was still moving. He was shocked and his fingers trembled slightly to touch the high priest's breath.

His body was cold, no different from the rocks outside that had been frozen overnight. The faint warmth in his breath made Yang Sanyang's tense heart slow down.

Without saying a word, he carefully lifted the high priest's frozen body and walked quickly into the cave.

The frozen person is very fragile. If you are not careful, you will pull off the "arms" and "ears" on your body. The frozen person must be careful and not forcefully straighten the other person's body.

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

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

"Pu ~" Yang Sanyang quickly walked into the cave, placed the high priest three meters away from the campfire, then slowly placed it on the straw, then put it in the pot and put a bowl of fish soup, and carefully fed it into the other party's mouth.

Although the high priest had no kindness to him, he was indeed worthy of his admiration. For the sake of the tribe's future, Yang Sanyang thought that he would never be able to do it if he had changed himself.

It is human instinct to seek profit and avoid harm. It is like a high priest who is not afraid of life and death. Yang Sanyang admires it very much.

At this time, a group of primitive people looked at Yang Sanyang with a gaze, waiting for Yang Sanyang to give everyone jerky. When the Cretaceous Age arrived, everyone could not go out to hunt and could only rely on supplies to survive.

Yang Sanyang smiled, turned around and walked into the cave, and brought out piles of dried meat. The primitive people did not rob, but went forward in order to wait for them to divide them.

Women, strong men, children.

Yang Sanyang was too lazy to eat meat, so he had been simmering fish soup in the pot all night, so he still liked to drink fish soup.

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

Drinking a big bowl of fish soup, Yang Sanyang sat upright in the cave in bored, looking at the snow outside and the dragon whirlwind rolling up in the void. He only hoped that the fish fry in his fish pond would be blessed and could escape this disaster.

In such extreme cold weather, even wild animals had already entered their nests and refused to come out, and began hibernation during the Cretaceous period.

"Bored!" Lying on the bluestone, the north wind blew over. Yang Sanyang looked at the primitive man who was doing nothing in the cave and sighed helplessly.

This way, it is absolutely unpleasant to have a meal and sleep.

"Maybe... I can rub a piece of marinated clothes, but I'm still idle anyway." After staying for half a day, Yang Sanyang really didn't know what he should do. He couldn't stand it if he stared at such a big eyes and dazed.

Just go back to the cave, carry piles of mahjong to the fire, and start screening and making.

The key to making mai depends on the quality of mai. Moreover, the clothes made by a single mai batch are not strong. It is best to rub the mai batch before making it, and rub it into a small hemp rope, and then weave it.

Yang Sanyang took out a piece of erectile dysfunction and rubbed it slowly. During the long Cretaceous Age, he had time.

According to previous years, each Cretaceous period is about 100 days to 150 days. If he doesn't do anything during these long days, he will probably be crazy.

He didn't know how to make Mai, but when he went to Yunnan to travel, he saw Yunnan people making Mai. Although the world is different and the process is different, the principles are still the same.

While the primitive people came over with curiosity, they wanted to reach out to learn the process of Yang Sanyang's woven mahjong's woven mahjong. Yang Sanyang waved his hand and opened everyone, not allowing everyone to touch the mahjong.

Of course he would not stop him on weekdays, but now the number of mahjong is limited, so he doesn't want to ruin it for everyone.

"Ahem cough ~"

Accompanied by a weak cough, the old priest's body gradually softened and finally regained his mind. He lay on the ground with a weak face, and was then helped up by the primitive people, lying on the straw skin, looking at the cave with a blank expression.

After a while, the old priest came to his senses and sat up slowly. He saw Yang Sanyang rubbing mapi under the bonfire. Then he looked at the blazing bonfire beside him. The snow outside was everywhere, and he fell into silence.

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

The old priest grinned, showed off his big white teeth, and took the ginseng soup tremblingly.

Yang Sanyang sighed, and the old priest's body sweat wet the fur, as if it was washed with water, which obviously damaged the vitality. A bowl of ginseng soup was in her stomach, and the old priest's body was already sweating like rain, and a pool of water stains flowed.

Although the cold air was forced out, the old priest's body collapsed.

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

Yang Sanyang did not speak, but continued to lower his head and rub the hemp rope. Countless wire mesh of laws flowed through his eyes, sweeping through the vast snow outside, and his eyes were a little lost.

Every meal a day, everyone ate jerky, so they didn't feel hungry.

As the Cretaceous period arrived, in order to save tribe supplies, there were already a lot of meals a day, and the primitive people did not complain.

Late at night, the old priest woke up with humming and began to get fever all over. Yang Sanyang poured the other party a bowl of herbs, and then the old priest fell asleep again.

Yang Sanyang cleaned the stone pot and put a big fish in it, all kinds of seasonings, and then turned around and walked into the stone room.

Big fish is Yang Sanyang's breakfast, and there will be no primitive people stealing food. Now Yang Sanyang's prestige in the tribe has reached its peak, and it will not be as different as the God of Fire. Who dares to offend his majesty?

And because it is a stone pot, big fish cannot be stewed into porridge. I will wake up tomorrow morning and drink fish soup, which is so delicious.

At night, Ye looked at Yang Sanyang a little ready to move, and his palms were groping on him, but he was locked with a "click".

Yes, he is a smart man. He knows the elegant meaning when he hears the strings. Then he stops moving and hugs Yang Sanyang's waist and falls asleep in a drowsy state.

night

Under the light, Yang Sanyang's eyes were as bright as stars: "There is a problem for me who wants to sleep with me all day long. This is really hard time. Unfortunately, I am not a real primitive person and I can't even talk."

With random thoughts in his mind, Yang Sanyang fell asleep in a daze.

When he woke up the next morning, Yang Sanyang brushed his teeth and slowly came to the door of the cave. Looking at the heavy snow that was already waist-deep, he still had no intention of stopping.

Back at the old priest's bed, the old priest is now as thin as fire, and the heat around his body has subsided. He has recovered this life, but his body has collapsed.

In the sleep, the old priest frowned and looked painful and desperate. He didn't know what he dreamed of in his dream, but he was so painful.

He woke up the old priest in his sleep, and a bowl of fish soup was entered into his stomach. Yang Sanyang slowly helped the old priest up. At this time, the old priest had regained his mind and his illness had dissipated. His turbid eyes looked at Yang Sanyang without saying a word, his face full of depressedness.

Yes, and the female leader distributed jerky in the tribe. Yang Sanyang was too lazy to give it.

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

The old priest swept over Yang Sanyang with a calm expression, looked at the manic wind and snow outside, and fell into silence for a moment, and he remained silent.

Days pass day by day, and the weather is clear on the third day. The first ray of sunshine shines 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 the primitive man. The primitive man just cleared the entrance of the cave, and a group of people squeezed into the entrance of the cave to bask in the sun, enjoying a rare leisure time.

The heavy snow was too thick, which blocked the cold wind for everyone. A group of primitive people kept pushing away the ice and snow, standing around the entrance of the cave to bask in the sun.

The ice and snow formed natural trenches, covering the cold wind, and everyone stood in the ice and snow without saying a word.

The old priest walked out of the cave. His eyes looked at the red sun in the sky, but he was not afraid of the dazzling sunshine. He looked at the sun for a long time without saying a word. He just clenched the scepter in his hand, his fingers turned white, and then broke into the heavy snow, forced a path from the heavy snow according to his memory, and came to the altar of the Fire God.

There is no wind or snow around the altar of the Fire God, as if it is in another world.

Yang Sanyang followed the old priest and saw the old priest holding a scepter, staring at the flames on the altar with his eyes tightly, and he remained silent for a long time.

That day, the old priest stood under the altar for a long time before he staggered back.
Chapter completed!