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Chapter 1 The Man Who Looks Up at the Sky
Zhang Tian sat in the empty carriage of the last subway, with his legs crossed, his head tilted on the handrail billboard, and his eyes fell on the opposite screen.

The report of the mysterious disappearance of archaeologists at the Chazhen site and the progress of the police search are played in a loop on the display screen.

This is the headline on the front page recently, and related information has dominated the hot search lists on almost all platforms, even the media channels of the subway are not immune.

Lin Yu, the name of the missing person, is a Ph.D. student at Peking University. In his 20s, he caught up with a major archaeological discovery such as the Tea Town Ruins, which is rare in a hundred years. This is a rare opportunity for many archaeologists.

She was supposed to have a bright future.

"Pity……"

Zhang Tian sighed, closed his eyes and rested his mind, the high-intensity work for two consecutive weeks, even if he was beaten by iron, he still couldn't bear it.

But he has no complaints.

Because he is the boss.

In charge of a game studio, with 5 children under his command, he is currently developing a mobile game that simulates the progress of civilization, called "Wild Land", in which players can guide the development of primitive tribes from the perspective of gods.

It coincided with the discovery of the tea town ruins that aroused the attention and curiosity of the whole people on archeology and primitive society. Get the game out.

After two weeks of non-stop work day and night, the development of the game has finally entered the final stage.

Can sleep well tonight.

After arriving home, Zhang Tian fell asleep and fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

……

The night was low, the stars and the moon were shining brightly, and the wet and cold night wind penetrated into the animal skin dress, and the wind blew the balls cool.

Zhang Tian stared blankly at the sky for a long time.

He clearly remembered that the last scene before closing his eyes was the fake crystal lamp on the ceiling and the warm quilt. How could he be in the mountains when he opened his eyes, with no clothes on?

[Faith value: 1]

He didn't come back to his senses until this line of small characters appeared in front of his eyes.

Faith value?Isn't this a setting in my game?
Building tribes, increasing population, increasing belief values, consuming belief values ​​in exchange for resources or casting magical spells are the most basic gameplay of this game.

It stands to reason that there should be a resource column and a magic column... There are indeed!

So I have time-traveled into my own game?
Although he did plan to test the next day, isn't the field test a bit too far!
Zhang Tian looked down at the buckskin skirt wrapped around his waist to block his private parts, and then looked back at the natural cave where the flames flickered and the figures were scattered, with a bitter look on his face.

Fortunately, he is the chief planner of the game, and he knows the story background and all the settings of the game very well. As long as he does not act recklessly, and does not provoke large carnivores such as tigers and bears, he will have no problem in surviving. .

The faith value is 1, and the only 1 point of faith comes from him.

God, that's his name in the tribe.

The original body is a rare savage in this era who yearns for the sky. At night, he always sits alone outside the cave and looks up at the sky. It is his piety that awakens the power of the sky god in the barren land.

1 point of faith cannot use any magic, even the lowest level of magic needs to consume 10 points of faith.

The resources that can be exchanged are also very limited, including an egg, a spoonful of rice, a bowl of flour, a piece of rock sugar, a bag of instant coffee, a file... what are they!
Shouldn't it be a bundle of firewood, a carcass of a bird or beast, a piece of stone utensil!Which turtle grandson secretly changed my settings!
Zhang Tian read through the convertible resources, and suddenly realized that these seem to be things in his home... It's not enough for me to come, even the resources have to be paid out of my own pocket? !

"God, you're looking at the sky again. Aren't you cold?"

Also wrapped in a deerskin dress, Savage Xiao of the same age walked up to Zhang Tian and uttered a few short and incoherent syllables. The language of this era is very poor, usually a pile of simple words, and the meaning that can be expressed is very limited. Start with words and pay more attention to understanding.

Zhang Tian shook his head, moved his tongue, and replied with the same short words: "It's not cold."

Recalling the past, Xiao and he were born on the same day. In terms of blood relationship, they are cousins. However, in primitive society, there is no distinction between cousins. As long as they belong to the same tribe, they are siblings, and people from different tribes are strangers.

Since they were born on the same day, the relationship between the two is closer than others, like the difference between twin brothers and ordinary brothers.

There are a total of sixty or seventy people in the tribe, or maybe seventy or eighty. This is Zhang Tian's estimate based on memory.

People today still count with their fingers, and if they exceed ten, they must count with a knotted rope or notch on the cave wall. If they want to know the exact number, they have to go into the cave and nod their heads one by one.

Women account for two-thirds and can hold up half the sky. Their life expectancy is longer, and they are engaged in low-risk jobs such as gathering and weaving. Naturally, the survival rate of men who need to hunt for meat is higher.

Zhang Tian's mother died after giving birth to him. As for his own father, since mating is prohibited in the tribe, the ghost knows which tribe and which savage his biological father is, so Zhang Tian only treats him as dead.

He has a group of uncles and aunts who treat him like his own.

The tribe attaches much more importance to its own survival than others. Every newborn is a common child of all people. Not to mention primitive society, even in modern society, many families still regard reproduction as the top priority.

From this perspective, although his parents died, he was not an orphan.

"Let's go in, Mom is going to tell a story."

Xiao Xiao stood outside for a while, feeling a little cold.

Zhang Tian also had cold hands and feet, so he followed him back to the cave to warm himself by the fire.

All people in the tribe are equal, there is no superiority or inferiority.

But there is a patriarch, she is the oldest person in the tribe, according to her seniority, she is the grandmother of Zhang Tian and Xiao, but there is no such thing as a grandmother in the tribe, after all, the average life expectancy of primitive people is only about [-] years old, absolutely Most people don't live to this age.

The old man is the only grandmother in the tribe, and everyone calls her Grandma.

Grandma is the spiritual leader of the tribe. She is well-informed and has rich experience in wilderness survival. Every night, she will tell the children her own experience as a story. This is one of the few entertainments in the tribe. one of the activities.

Because she often tells stories, Grandma's ability to express and understand is the best in the tribe.

Grandma and a group of aunts sat around the campfire, weaving bamboo baskets out of bamboo strips.

The men sat around on the other side, having sex with each other, polishing their stone axes and spears to make the blades sharper.

The tribe has mastered the rough weaving technology and the grinding method of simple stone tools. After observation, Zhang Tian came to the above conclusion.

He and Xiao were still young, so instead of joining the men's team, they mixed into the women's camp.

Without making a sound, he has already counted the heads. There are 67 people in total. Most of them are young and middle-aged, followed by children, and the elderly are the least. Because most people will not live to old age, they will be infected by wild animals, natural disasters, pathogenic bacteria, and wounds. Wait for the natural factors to be eliminated.

The cave, the bonfire, the man grinding stone tools, the woman weaving bamboo baskets... everything seemed reasonable, but Zhang Tian always felt that something was missing.

"Grumble~"

Xiao Xiao's stomach suddenly growled.

The bowel rumbling was a bit loud, and it was even louder in the silence of the night.

Everyone was stunned.

Zhang Tian finally understood what was missing.

Lack of food.

(End of this chapter)