"Can't you at least scrape some together for me?" Zhang Chen's voice was full of helplessness, but faced with soil frozen solid by the cold, he had no solution. He could only obediently gather dry branches, light them, and smoke-bake the Stone Cave.
The soil was frozen as hard as stone; he simply could not dig through it! This icy chill was clearly abnormal.
Zhang Chen lit the fire, then crawled out of the cave. He carefully concealed all traces of the entrance, then used the Luoyang Shovel to clear away the surrounding wild grass one patch at a time, disguising the place as part of the Desolate Mountains.
"This place is deep within the Desolate Mountains, where ordinary people may not be able to venture, but precautions still need to be taken." After inspecting his disguise and dealing with the Ancient Tomb, Zhang Chen headed down the mountain.
"Huh, is that a herd of deer?" Halfway down, after climbing to the top of a large mountain, Zhang Chen spotted a group of Sika Deer in the distance, munching on wilted wild grass among the hills.
"It really is a herd of deer." Zhang Chen stared for a while, confirming that he had not seen wrong. A trace of delight appeared on his face. Venison was a great tonic.
"Although the rivers are dry now, some vegetation can sink its roots seven or eight meters deep and still draw moisture from underground. When animals lack water, they can chew plants and barely prolong their lives. I just don't know whether things will continue to worsen." Zhang Chen thought to himself. If the situation deteriorated further, it would be time for the wild beasts to migrate.
"Though the air between heaven and earth circulates, it can't withstand that dragon head endlessly