I Traveled to the Tang Dynasty

My name is Qin Feng. I'm seventeen, and because of my excellent grades, I skipped a year and got into Peking University. I'm now a sophomore in the history department. During the National Day holiday this year, I took part in a hiking trip through the Qinling Mountains organized by the school's wilderness survival club over the summer break. I don't know why, but a thick fog rolled in and we got separated. I've been alone in the mountains for four days. I have four bags of compressed biscuits left, as well as plenty of milk candies and fruit candies. My water is gone, and my phone has no signal. The satellite phone has no signal either. I haven't seen a single person in four days. I'm still heading south. If anyone who knows the route or is on the search-and-rescue team can find me, Qin Feng tore a page from his notebook and wedged it under a piece of bark he had carved from a big tree. He's been doing this for four days, ever since he first got lost. He walks south at a steady pace for five hours each day. He doesn't dare go too far, in case the search-and-rescue team can't keep up or he runs out of strength, or runs into some kind of danger. Fortunately, he hasn't encountered any large predators so far. It seems that with modern humans expanding their range, the habitats of large predators...

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