[Ting Yu] Abandoned in the wild

25. The root of everything

In the early morning of the next day, Chen Ting woke up to the chirping of birds outside the house. The exhausted Xiyu was still sleeping soundly in his arms, and Ah Zhan next to him slept soundly from the afternoon until the next day Morning.The little tiger picked up woke up early, but obediently, he didn't make a sound to disturb anyone. Instead, he chose another comfortable place in the house, where he lay down and played with his paws very happily.

Chen Ting carefully pulled out Xiyu's arm that was used as a pillow, and carefully cushioned him with a pillow made of animal skins, then put on his clothes, got up, went out to wash and prepare breakfast.Because Xiyu and Azhan were still sleeping, Chen Ting put the stone pot in the yard anyway.The pile of stones from yesterday’s lunch was still there, so he took out the firewood with the tinder still in it from the firepit in the house and went to the yard, intending to use it to ignite the firewood outside.In fact, everyone used to make a fire like this in the past. The firewood saved the night before still had a weak flame, and it would ignite violently after blowing on it. If you use a flammable material such as straw, you can quickly ignite the fire with.

Today's Chen Ting still follows this procedure. He puts the firewood in front of him, and puts the prepared straw next to him. He only needs to blow hard, and the ignited flame can ignite the firewood.However, it was just this blow, but I didn't expect that the firewood, which would only ignite a weak flame, would burst into flames in an instant, and with a 'boom', it was like a devouring fire dragon, uncontrollably pounced on Chen Ting who was close at hand .The high bridge of the nose and the overly long eyelashes were stung immediately, and the tip of the nose hurt from the scorching heat. Chen Ting hastily threw away the burning firewood, and stood dumbfounded on the spot.

"What's the matter?" Xiyu, who had just woken up, came out and saw the burning firewood in the yard, "Ah Ting, do you want to light a fire?" He didn't notice anything unusual, and picked up the missing end It was directly put into the stone pile, and the firewood left over from yesterday's fire was ignited by the vigorous firewood, and the sound of 'crackling' came and went.

"A Ting is not feeling well?" Xiyu turned around after looking for a fire, only to find that he was still squatting in the distance in a daze, and couldn't help asking worriedly.

Chen Ting touched the tip of his nose, which was not injured but had a faint burning pain. He smelled the temperature after the hairs were obviously ignited. He touched his forehead hair and saw some ashes of hairs in the palm of his hand.

"It's okay." He frowned and shook his head.

"Xiyu to make breakfast." The little wife has always been a hardworking person, and after a good night's sleep she recovered well, and started to make breakfast as soon as she woke up.

"En." Chen Ting nodded, pursed his lips and kept looking at the fire.Always puzzled.

Xiyu is still much more proficient at cooking than Ah Ting, and a breakfast was prepared quickly with his busy hands.He let his partner sit down to eat first, and he went to call his son who obviously slept for too long.The father and son tossed about in the house for a long time before he dragged the still dazed Azhan out, led his son and the little tiger to the stream to wash their faces and drink water, and then returned to the yard for breakfast.

After dinner, Xiyu was in charge of cleaning up. Ah Ting told him to go up the mountain to find some bamboo, so he went into the mountain alone.The pottery-burning plan that had been stagnant before had always been a concern of Ah Ting. It was really inconvenient to go to and from the creek and fetch water and move the stone pot at home every day. He was injured in the past few days, and Xiyu did these things alone. It's even more troublesome.Therefore, he would like to study the ratio of clay and mud fired pottery as soon as possible, so that he can make usable living utensils as soon as possible.

So before going to the bamboo forest this time, he turned around and went to the red earth at the foot of the other side of the mountain.The stone pagoda he set up is still there, and the firewood has not been used up yet. Taking advantage of the good weather today, he plans to experiment a few more times to see how much more suitable the ratio of water and soil is for firing.

However, although things are all good in thinking, it is not the case at all when sitting up.Until the middle of the day, Chen Ting's clay firing experiment still hadn't made any progress. No matter how he adjusted the ratio of water and soil, the clay would still be cracked when thrown into the stone pagoda, making it completely unusable.

He was a little discouraged, grabbed the burnt pottery bowl and threw it out vigorously. The thing smashed into the river not far away, and soon turned into a puddle of mud again.

"It's useless for you to do this. To make pottery that can be used, in addition to the ratio of soil to water, it is best to mix some hard sand or plant ash into the clay, and then it must be fully dried before firing. Otherwise, it will surely fail.”

A slow and soft voice suddenly came from behind, Chen Ting turned around and looked over, and saw the female Sanliu who was rescued by him standing on a small slope in the woods not far away, looking at him.

"You can also burn clay?" Chen Ting's meticulous guidance aroused hope in his heart. This person can carry an iron dagger, and maybe he can master more. This continent has not yet been studied. The technology that comes out may also be uncertain.

"Yes." Sanliu nodded seriously and honestly, stretched out his hand and subconsciously made a push towards his face, probably realizing that there was nothing there, and turned to touch the skin that was caught in his armpit a book.

Book?

Chen Ting's eyes finally stopped on the book, with a gilded hard cover, commonly used materials for thread-bound books, and the pages that were still intact despite some yellowing.

"You...you are..." Chen Ting couldn't keep his composure, and pointed at Sanliu in a daze.

The other party seemed to fully understand his current reaction. Holding the tree and slowly walking down the slope to him, he said, "Chen Ting, it's only been less than a month since you left the modern and civilized society of Hong Kong City. You can't even read books. Don't recognize it?"

Chen Ting was completely stunned, because the female in front of him actually said something that he never expected.

"You said... Hong Kong City?" This is already a word that only appears when thinking, but today it came out of the mouth of a female in the wild era, "You also came from time travel?" This is what he is currently talking about. The only possibility that comes to mind.

Sanliu looked at him and shook his head in disappointment, "Look at you, your abilities haven't recovered yet."

"Ability? What ability?" Chen Ting was puzzled.

Sanliu frowned, and found a stone nearby to sit down, then slowly said: "Chen Ting, 29 years old, the youngest member of the Hongying Society in Hong Kong City. After killing the uncle of the society, he became famous in the first battle, and he has firmly secured his position as the leader of the number one gang in Hong Kong City."

"Who the hell are you?" Following Sanliu's narration, Chen Ting's expression became more and more condensed, and he narrowed his eyes slightly to look at the female in front of him.

Sanliu glanced at him, shrugged with a smile, "Actually, you don't have to be nervous, I'm talking about the life you should have had. If you hadn't been killed when you sniped uncle, you should have A smooth future." At this point, he went behind to touch something on his face again, but after not touching anything, he rubbed the tip of his nose instead, and continued: "Or, if Ah Ting here doesn't If something goes wrong, you're still living a second-plan life."

"What do you mean by that?" Chen Ting walked a few steps closer to him, his eyes already somewhat wary.

However, Sanliu didn't seem to care about his imminent thoughts at all, and continued calmly and calmly: "Don't you find it strange? A good person, even if he is killed by the bomb, should be dead. Why did he wake up?" The soul came to the body of the primitive man in this barbaric era?"

yes!why?This was also a question that had popped up in Chen Ting's mind countless times.

"Could it be..." He looked at Sanliu.

The other party tilted his head, smiled at him, and said, "You guessed right, it's me."

"..."

"Ah Ting here didn't know why there was an accident. He woke up from hibernation early, opened the hatch of the sleeping capsule and walked out. But for some reason, after leaving the sleeping capsule, Ah Ting's body suddenly turned into a three-four He was picked up by the leader of this tribe and raised as a son, but his ability and memory never recovered. And as he grew older, his soul became weaker and weaker, until you were blown to death In the same parallel space time, he also showed symptoms of brain death. There was a deviation in the plan, so I started plan B according to what I made before, and summoned your past you with the power stone you left behind. It can also be said , if Ah Ting here did not die, your sniper plan would have been successful, and you would have secured your position as the leader of the Hong Kong gang. But because Ah Ting is dead, your soul will be summoned by your own energy. Destiny Activation as a second life mode."

Chen Ting frowned, unable to say a word for a long time, "You...what are you talking about?"

"Don't you understand? You are Ah Ting, Ah Ting is Chen Ting, and he is the future Chen Ting." Sanliu looked at him and explained seriously.

"The future?" Chen Zuoguan gasped in shock.

"You, as well as me, are people left over from the end of the world 20 years after the year you died, people from the 500st century who have been hibernating for 21 years through sleeping capsules."

"..."

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