The primitive era is not as modern as it is, and there are no various risk-averse measures.

All battles are the most dangerous practical hand-to-hand combat.

If you are not careful, you will cause death.

Therefore, twenty years, twenty years of battles have caused deaths every year.

Hundreds of incidents have occurred in nine families.

In addition, there is food, drink, clothing and housing, so you don’t have to worry about your livelihood.

Zhao Qinghe also asked pregnant women to eat less during pregnancy to prevent the baby from developing too much, and to move around more to the fetal position.

Therefore, for such a long time, there has never been a premature death of a baby.

In the end, in just twenty years, more than 160 people were added.

At present, the total human population has reached about 200.

In the past or two years, many young humans who have grown up have gradually begun to get married.

I believe that in the future, the population will grow more explosively.

However, the older generation of humans began to die.

inflammation.

This winter, I suffered from severe typhoid fever.

After lying in bed for more than a month, he left his wife and a dozen children and passed away.

"I am most worried about this stone vertebra. Please help me keep it and pass it on."

Before his death, Yan held the stone vertebra that had burst out of the flames in the cave twenty years ago, reluctantly leaving behind his last words.

In fact, over the years, humans' methods of making fire have been greatly improved.

Zhao Qinghe found flint, also known as flint, which can generate very high temperatures through friction and can easily ignite flames.

Now there is no need to drill wood to make fire, which is time-consuming and laborious, fire-making method.

But for some reason, Yan was always reluctant to throw away this stone zi. Perhaps it was a glory or a commemoration. He wanted to keep it and pass it on from generation to generation.

"Okay, we will definitely save it and pass it on."

Wang sat next to Yan, took the stone vertebra in his hand, and solemnly promised.

Over the years, Zhao Qinghe has long left all the various mundane things of human beings to Wang to take care of. She only teaches children later or studies new things.

The king became the leader of mankind.

He has a strong ability, manages all kinds of human things in an orderly manner, and does things fairly, which is deeply loved by the people and everyone is convinced of him.

"well."

After receiving the guarantee from Wang, Yan was completely relieved, smiled, and also took his last breath.

His head tilted and his eyes closed.

All humans burst into tears.

Whether it is Yan's relative or not, the entire human race is full of sorrow.

This is the first human to die since Zhao Qinghe came to the dust, taught human knowledge and brought civilization to mankind.

Zhao Qinghe was also very sad, and tears were rolling in her eyes.

After all, I have lived together for twenty years and taught for twenty years.

In her heart, these primitive people are like children she watched grow up.

She was a little guilty about why she didn't learn some herbal knowledge when she was on Earth.

Otherwise, how could a small typhoid fever cost someone a person's life?

Yan was buried on the left peak of the mountain.

The king also led people to build a tall stone temple ancestral hall in front of his tomb, and created a bronze statue for Yan, which was enshrined in the stone temple.

The stone vertebra was placed in the right hand of the bronze statue for future generations to support and worship.

...

"Who is the deep mountains ahead? I'm stroking a song of pipa at night,

I want to take a pen to give you a painting, please accept it with a smile on the beautiful woman.

Holding an umbrella to catch the fallen flowers, watching the west wind riding a thin horse,

Who can make a strand of green hair for me? Is that person you..."

One month after Yan died.

On the stone platform where Zhao Qinghe first appeared, a group of young humans were dancing beautiful dance music and singing nice songs.

Several people were still playing beats, beating leather drums, playing bamboo flutes, and accompanying music rhythmically.

Not far away, Zhao Qinghe sat on the stone platform, watching the performance, with a faint smile on her face.

But this smile is a bit far-fetched.

These young humans are here to make her happy, but she is really a little unhappy.

Looking at the stone platform, looking around, I sighed slightly in my heart.

Twenty years have passed.

Twenty years ago, she came to this world from here.

In a blink of an eye, I have lived in this strange primitive era for twenty years.

Twenty years.

How many twenty years can life last?

Well...well, it seems that she should have many twenty years now.

Twenty years have passed, and her appearance is still as beautiful as before.

Time has not left a trace on her flawless face.

She doesn't seem to age.

But others will.

Yan is dead, and the others will die next to each other in the near future.

Do you want her to watch the familiar people die, and then live alone in this world, living for countless years?

That was really a terrible thing.

"Teacher Zhao."

At this time, a young man and woman came to Zhao Qinghe and called out softly.

"It's Azhen and Aqiang, are you doing something?"

Zhao Qinghe came to her senses and asked with a smile.

She remembered that the couple was born on the same day, and she gave them two names, Azhen and Aqiang, respectively, with a bad taste.

But unexpectedly, when they grew up, the two of them really got together.

"Teacher Zhao, Azhen and I will be twenty years old after the New Year, and we are at the age of getting married. At that time, Azhen and I want you to take the marriage for us." Aqiang said.

In order to avoid the teenager getting pregnant too early and having difficulty giving birth, Zhao Qinghe once passed on a regulation that men and women must be over 20 years old before they can get married and have children.

"Okay, this is a good thing. I will definitely go and take charge of your marriage for you at that time." Zhao Qinghe smiled kindly.

Looking at Azhen and Aqiang with a green and excited face, a little melancholy arose in his heart.

If she hadn't traveled to this world and was still on Earth, she might have gotten married and had children now.

Who will be the target?

Could it be...

Zhao Qinghe couldn't help but appear in her mind, the handsome and handsome figure she was thinking about every day.

Although twenty years have passed, she still has not forgotten this figure.

Even because I often miss and spend countless lonely nights with her in my dreams, I have become even more profound.

Every line on the face is clearly remembered and engraved into the depths of the soul.

"Xiaotian, where are you...I miss you so much."

Zhao Qinghe murmured to herself, her eyes were soaked, and tears fell down her fair face.

"Zhao, Teacher Zhao, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing this, Azhen and Aqiang were shocked, and the other young people stopped singing and dancing and ran over.

"No, the teacher is fine, I just thought of something sad."

Zhao Qinghe wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and laughed forcefully.

I was about to get up and comfort everyone to go home, but suddenly.

A mysterious voice sounded from the depths of her heart.
Chapter completed!