Lost Continent

The sheds are all made of wood, with ventilation in many places, the house is damp and cold, and the ground is wet. As soon as Lin learned from Mama Hay that the bark of a kind of tree is very large when it expands, he took a lot of it and laid it on the ground. Although the house is a bit messy, at least when you step on it, your feet won't stick to the dirt.

Putting the outermost cane-woven curtain in place, and tightening the animal hide, Lin Yi rubbed his hands, heaved a sigh of relief, walked over to stir the stone pot with a wooden spoon, scooped up a bowl of soup and a few large The mushrooms were placed on a slightly flat stone, and then I served myself a bowl.

Fu Feng sat by the fire, the flames danced in his eyes, dyed his soft-edged face with interlaced light and shadow, looked at from a distance, gentle and peaceful, once touched, he would shiver with cold.

Seeing that he was about to pull his hair together, Lin Yi put down the bowl in his hand and leaned over, pointing at his hair, "I'll help you."

Seeing Lin Yi's smiling eyes, Fu Feng frowned slightly, and he turned his head slightly to make it more convenient for the other party.

The hair is of good quality. After touching it and touching it again, Lin Yi casually tied it with a straw rope. There was a faint smell in his breath, which he could smell every day. He approached unconsciously, and suddenly remembered that he had never seen Fu. Wind wash hair.

Scratching his head, Lin Yi sat back on the animal skin. He was hesitating whether to take a bath at night. The big wooden barrel with a weird shape would leak, and every time he took a bath, he was racing against time.

Seeing that the bowl of soup that Fu Feng was holding seemed untouched, Lin Yi reminded, "It's cold."

He knows what Fu Feng is worried about, but he can't help him. He has tried his best. From here to now, it has been a few months. Apart from the time to adapt, the rest is trying to figure out how to use what he has mastered in his life. .

I helped the villagers dig drainage ditches, and told them to use the cellar to store food. I have communicated several times with the clay-burning elders in the clan and asked them to get out clay blocks to build clay houses, but there was not enough time.

He wanted to solve the cold problem, but he himself had never slept on that kind of kang in the north. As for the sowing of crops, he could only wait for the winter to pass slowly.

The spoon knocked on Fu Feng's bowl, Lin Yi frowned, and when he saw him looking over, he frowned even tighter, "It's getting dark."

Fu Feng drank the broth in silence, picked up some firewood and put it into the fire, he glanced at Lin Yi's thin face, "There is more."

"I'm full." Lin Yi shook his head, swallowed secretly, and quickly crawled back to the nest on the bed to take bone needles and continue sewing fur.

It wasn't until it was dark that Fufeng put down what he was doing, filled up the broth in the pot, and was about to fall asleep, when he suddenly remembered that the man said to brush his teeth. He took a long-haired branch, and there were faint veins on his forehead. This thing really doesn't work.

When Fu Feng came back after tidying up, he saw that the man's head was shaking little by little, and his chin was shrunk into the animal skin. He took the bone needle from the opponent's hand, and glanced at the piece of fur that was sewn on, "You are very clever."

Lin Yi didn't hear this sentence, he was already asleep.

Lin Yi woke up at night, his back was a little itchy, he dazedly reached into his clothes and scratched, but the scratching became more and more itchy, the new nails were not long enough, and the scratching force was very weak.

After enduring it for a while, Lin Yi couldn't fall asleep anymore. He leaned his head over and groped for the arms of the people around him in the dark, "Fufeng."

The man who was in a light sleep woke up long ago. Hearing the soft calling in his ears, he opened his eyes and let out a voice from his nasal cavity, "Huh?"

"I'm itchy." Lin Yi turned over and turned his back to him, feeling a little embarrassed, but fortunately he couldn't see his fingers, and couldn't see his blushing, "You scratch it for me."

The expression on Fu Feng's face was also a little abnormal, which was also covered by the darkness. He reached in according to the other party's instructions, and his fingertips touched the warm skin. He froze imperceptibly before slowly moving his palm away. Feeling the protruding spine of the other party, that comfortable humming sound fell into the ear from time to time, and the weird reaction ranged from weak to obvious.

Not aware of the changes in Fu Feng's body at all, Lin Yi sighed comfortably, thanked him gratefully, curled himself into a ball, and his breathing gradually became steady and long.

It was miserable for Fu Feng, the reaction of his lower body made him feel strange, so that he spent the rest of the night meditating.

The next day, Lin Yi ran out to move snow into the house, put it in a stone pot and boiled it. After tossing back and forth, he was already sweating profusely, and his whole body was sticky. He took a quick shower and put the The hair was also washed, and he continued to boil water enthusiastically for Fu Feng to wash it too.

The two sat by the fire, both wet.

There are two bowls of concoction on the stone, one is an intern from a second-rate medical university in the 21st century, and the other is Xiong, who is regarded as a godlike witch.

Lin Yi picked up Fu Feng's bowl and drank it, and Fu Feng picked up Lin Yi's bowl and drank it. It is inevitable that there will be differences between those who have received professional education and those who have inherited the mysterious power.

The two couldn't communicate in depth, and Lin Yi couldn't control his language when he was in a hurry, and the result was that he drove himself crazy.

At this time, Fu Feng usually looks at him calmly and anxiously.

After smoothing his hair and making sure it was almost dry, Lin Yi said, "I'm going to see Dahei."

Some time ago, Lin Yi built a small thatched hut, and bundled up the burn-resistant, easily ignited dead leaves and broken branches and trunks and piled them up. The women in the village saw Lin Yi doing this, and they all followed suit. .

There was also a small bison living in the shed, which was originally raised in a fence. He went back and asked Fu Feng to take the calf over, but Harley brought the calf over that night.

Lin Yi's goal is to domesticate this cow into a domestic cow, and so on, dogs and pigs can do the same.

Seeing Lin approaching, the calf immediately called "moo". It is 60 cm tall, has black hair, is about four months old, and is a cow.

Carrying a pile of hay over there, Lin watched the calf finish eating. He moved closer, wiped off the secretions around the calf's eyes, stroked the calf's back, smoothed its fur, and wiped the calf on the ground. After cleaning up the excrement, take it out to dry in the sun when the weather is fine, and use it as fertilizer.

"In a few months, I will definitely find you a good partner."

The calf couldn't understand, it wandered around the wooden post, trampled all the weeds on the ground.

Looking at the powerful cow in front of him, which seemed to be about to run wild at any time, the corner of Lin Yi's mouth twitched, and he calmly tied the animal hide even tighter.

Although the weather is freezing, the women are not idle. They are kneading ropes and weaving nets in the house.

The men would still go hunting in the jungle, but the time was much longer, and most of the time they returned empty-handed, and the big guys were not in a good mood.

At noon, Lin Yi cooked rice. The little yellow rice was given by Hai's mother. He heated up the leftover broth from last night and added some dried wild vegetables.

When the fragrance wafted in the room, Lin Yi sighed contentedly. After traveling here, he himself did not starve to death, he lived well, and he was able to feed Fu Feng, which gave him a sense of accomplishment.

Seeing that Lin Yi seemed to be drooling, a smile flashed across Fu Feng's eyes, "Very hungry?"

Before answering, the stomach growl came out ahead of time, Lin Yi smiled, seeing that Fu Feng was still looking at him, he smiled again, his face was about to cramp, but the other party still didn't look back.

"Wu, eat."

Fu Feng raised his eyebrows lightly, and only called him like this when he was angry, "Lin, eat."

Those few words were all-too-familiar Putonghua, with a bit of jerky, Lin Yi was taken aback, and it took him a while to recover, he curled the corners of his lips.

In the afternoon, Lin Yi went out to visit in the wind and snow, and he chatted with an old man in the village, everyone called him Uncle Man.

The shed was much smaller than the one in Fufeng, and it was also colder. When Lin Yi went, the old man turned his back to him and called several times before he responded, "Uncle Man? Are you uncomfortable?" examine.

The old man waved his hand, "Alright."

Lin curled his lips, and stuffed him with some dried meat that he had brought over.

Grinding the jerky with his not-so-clean teeth, the old man took a deep look at Lin Yi, "Wu is a good boy."

Busy lighting the fire, Lin took out the herbs in his arms and put them beside him, "Yeah."

Kneeling on the ground and looking at the fire, the old man said, "He treats you well."

Lin Yi "..." Old man, don't tell the truth.

"Uncle Man, you haven't finished talking about that last time."

"a long long time ago……"

At the beginning of the classic fairy tale, it was time to start again. Lin Yi did not show any impatient expression, and listened carefully to the content that could be memorized.

Uncle Man said that there was a legend a long time ago that there was a village in the deepest part of the forest, but he was not sure if it really existed. It was too dangerous, and those who broke into it never came back.

Afterwards, no one dared to run far anymore. Even if they really couldn't catch prey and had to go a little farther, they would rest outside for a day at most before rushing back.

After talking a lot, rambling, it seemed like he wanted to tell all his life experiences at once. The old man seemed a little tired, so he threw something over, "Take it."

"What is this?" Lin Yi stretched out his hand to catch it. The animal tooth was bigger than the one hanging in Drew's house, and he didn't know what kind of animal it was.

The old man didn't say anything, he drove Lin Yi out.

After returning, Lin showed Fu Feng the animal tooth, and Fu Feng hung the animal tooth on the wall beside the bed.

"Why did Uncle Man give me animal teeth?"

"Glory." Fu Feng introduced Uncle Man's glorious past in simple words, the number one warrior of the Xiong family, but Fu Feng did not say anything about Uncle Man's later life.

Lin Yi frowned and didn't ask any further questions. He felt vaguely uneasy. The old man was usually very stingy. He liked to snatch the food in his bowl and didn't accept his debt. How could he suddenly give him such an important thing?

I was really worried, Lin Yi went out again before dark, the old man talked and laughed with him, maybe he was overwhelmed, he was all hoping for the good of others, there was no reason to hope for trouble.

He ran very frequently in the next few days. Except for Fufeng, the old man was alone in the village. He had no children. He must be lonely and lose his temper. Lin Yi encountered this kind of situation during his internship in the hospital. accompany.

After the snow stopped, all the old people and children in the village came out of their houses. They took tools to the river and dug holes in the ice with stones. It took a long time to dig a hole.

Lin Yi rested his chin and stared at the hole in the distance, and occasionally said a few words to Cuckoo. When cheers and growls sounded along the river, he narrowed his eyes to see the fish jumping on the ice.

Seeing that it was almost done, Lin Yi asked for help to plug the hole together.

"Why didn't Uncle Man come over today?" He remembered that the old man was yelling yesterday to teach him how to grill fish quickly and deliciously, and he always looked very arrogant every time.

Putting the fish into the basket, Hai's mother's rough lips moved, "... Uncle Man is gone."

Lin Yi didn't hear clearly, "What?"

Hay's mother said that when the old man reaches a certain age, he will be thrown outside to fend for himself. Even if the clan does not act, they will leave with crutches and wild fruits for the survival of the whole tribe, and walk into the forest until they are no longer alive. I can't move...

"Uncle Man is getting old." The sadness in Hay's mother's eyes only stayed for a moment, maybe she was used to seeing these things, and knew that she would be like Uncle Man in the future.

Lin Yi stood there in a daze, his nose sore, he knelt down and buried his face in his palm, crying.