Traveling Through the Primitive, I Control the Fire

When he wakes up, the fire will be out. Jiang Heng, a 29-year-old structural engineer, opened his eyes and found himself lying in an animal skin hut built 30,000 years ago. Half of the little finger on his right hand is missing - this is the mark of the tribe's "Keeper of Fire". There are only seventeen people left in the tribe: five old men, eight women, and four children. All adult males died. The fire was only enough to burn for three days. There is no system, no golden fingers, only the engineering knowledge in the mind and these hands that are more dexterous but weaker than primitive people. He must keep the fire alive. He had to keep these people alive through the winter. So he began to calculate—— Calculate fuel, calculate food reserves, calculate manpower, and calculate every bite of food. In the first year, he invented the method of dividing fire to keep the fire alive. The next year, he found salt, giving the tribe its first fortune. In the third year, he built a village and turned his seventeen people into one hundred. In the fifth year, he stood on the hillside and looked at the settlement of three hundred people. Standing beside him was a woman - Gray Hands. The woman he exchanged for a stone knife, the woman who said "They are not human, but I don't want to become them" after three days of silence, the woman whose hands shook with him during the difficult childbirth, and who threw herself down to save him during the Battle of Black Rock. She is his only companion. She is the mother of his child. She was the one he grew old with. This is not the legend of one person. This is the story of a group of people who survived a desperate situation and remembered those who died. This is the story of a man and a woman who depend on each other in the wilderness. This is a story about fire——