When she woke up, she found that she had fallen into the ancient times where people drank blood. There are no mobile phones and computers, no hot meals and warm beds, just the howling cold wind, scurrying wild beasts and a group of primitive people wrapped in animal skins with simple and tough eyes.
Others who traveled through time either used golden fingers to dominate the tribe, or built infrastructure to lead the tribe to glory, but she preferred to just sit back and be content - she would never hunt if she could make a living, never let anyone get away with hiding in a cave, and never take action if she could solve the problem with words.
But the reality is always not what he wants: he wants to be lazy and is treated as "frail" and is given special attention. He makes a simple trap but scares the entire tribe. He almost burns down the tribe station when he tries to roast meat. While using modern wisdom to deal with ancient problems, she battled wits with the upright tribal leader, the naughty little primitive man, and the protective clan elder, and made a series of ridiculous jokes.
In this ancient era where survival was not easy, why did her road to peace become more and more exciting?
