After Dressing up as a Serf in the Beast World, I Counterattacked by Working Hard

Xia Jinxi woke up from the cold. To be precise, he was so cold that he let out an earth-shattering sneeze, which knocked him off the hard thatch pile and knocked him hard on the back of his head on a sharp-edged stone. "Hiss—" She gasped, and tears burst out two centimeters. She was about to curse, "Who put the stone here?" When she opened her eyes, she was completely confused. What you see is a smoky cave roof, with a few bunches of shriveled unknown fruits hanging on it. Underneath you are thatch that pricks your back, and the "clothes" you are wrapped in are animal skins that are so rough that they can tear the skin, and there is a lingering fishy smell. Where is this? Wasn't she working on a manuscript at home, and while trying to pick up the snacks that rolled under the sofa, she slipped and fell on her butt? How come the painting style suddenly changed, from an air-conditioned room in the 21st century to a cave with the same style as the primitive people? Xia Jinxi struggled to get up. Just as he was about to move his hands and feet, he heard a rough shout from outside the cave: "Xia Jinxi! What are you doing here! Come out quickly to get water! The sun is shining on your butt, do you want to be whipped?"