I mused, "If I had arrived any sooner, I truly would have witnessed a dairy cow within the primitive pigsty, producing milk in abundance, making a tremendous contribution to the primitive diet. This cow, unable to bear the pressure of reality, would have gradually lost its independent thought, existing solely to produce milk, evolving into a human-cow hybrid."

Elena immediately cut me off, "Dare to say another word, and I swear I'll kill you. Back then, I couldn't move at all; I had to accept whatever they did to me. You would have done the same. Besides, the milk they stimulated me to produce ultimately benefited you. Who has been drinking the milk I squeezed these last two days? Don't think I haven't noticed your eyes; you really enjoy drinking my milk, don't you?"

I blushed slightly. "I need the nutrition too, carrying you around all day. The milk you squeeze would otherwise be wasted. If you let me drink it, I'll have the strength to carry you, right? What are we eating for lunch today?"

Elena retorted crossly, "Human milk! I have plenty right here. Just consider it feeding your son."

I looked up at the sun; it wasn't quite noon, but close. I hadn't eaten that morning and was starving. I simply set Elena down on the ground. "Fine, Mama will feed me. I'm hungry."

Elena laughed and made a motion as if to undo her clothing. "Come here, my good son, let Mama feed you."

Of course, Elena didn't actually unfasten her clothes. She was accustomed to wearing clothes now and likely wouldn't easily revert to being completely bare. I searched around but couldn't find even an ordinary snake. It seemed the water problem was solved, but finding food was still a concern.

Elena asked me, "Are you not finding anything edible? Let's persist and walk out of this great grassland. At least with plenty of water, we won't die."

"It's truly strange. Such a vast grassland should have other animals. How wonderful it would be if we could get some rabbit or deer meat. At the very least, another giant locust would suffice. But now there's nothing. If all else fails, we'll eat grass. A great writer in our country once said, 'What is eaten is grass, what is squeezed is milk'—that would suit you perfectly."

Elena replied, "That was Lu Xun. I've read his books. Although I don't fully understand them, he's a representative figure of modern literature in your country; I must study him."

"It seems you really have researched the culture of the Great Dragon Country. My proficiency in your language has also improved greatly these past few days. With a little disguise, few people would recognize you as an M-Country national."

"What's wrong with being an M-Country national? I like being an M-Country national. M-Country is free and open, unlike your Great Dragon Country where you have to watch every word lest you be labeled a rightist and purged. You focus solely on class struggle, constantly engaging in impractical vanity projects, only capable of shouting slogans..."

I interrupted Elena, "What you're saying is the past. Now, our Great Dragon Country is developing rapidly. I'll tell you the truth: your M-Country will eventually be dealt with by us."

"Pah! Pah! Pah! Don't think we in M-Country will fear your Great Dragon Country just because we've suffered a temporary setback. Besides, M-Country wasn't defeated by your Great Dragon Country. If you keep being so arrogant, I won't speak to you anymore."

Bickering with such a young girl wasn't worth it, so I fell silent. Elena took a small pouch out of her large bag. "I need to relieve myself; follow me if you want to peek."

"Take your time, but I warn you not to wander too far, or if a snake grabs you, I won't come to rescue you. Shout if you need me urgently."

Elena walked away, laughing, "Do you really think you wouldn't care? I'm worth ten billion."

She thought I actually cared about that ten billion. My beloved wife Qingqing gave me a trillion, and I paid it no mind, let alone ten billion. If it weren't for the desire to investigate six thousand years ago, I wouldn't trade my wives to adventure here for ten trillion.

After waiting a while, Elena finally returned. I suspected she had been defecating, but when I saw her returning cradling the shell-shaped bra, I dismissed that idea. She had secretly gone to squeeze milk!

"Here, drink. You still have to carry me all afternoon, and I feel bad about constantly making you do it. This is all I can do. If it's not enough, I'll squeeze some more. If we don't find food soon, I don't think I'll even have milk in a couple of days."

I looked at the shell half-full of steaming, warm milk and was moved. "Elena, you are so good to me."

"Don't think I'm foolish and know nothing. If you treat me well, I will naturally treat you well; that's the principle of us M-Country people."

After drinking the fresh human milk, we decided to continue our journey. We had to get out of this grassland while we still had energy, at least to search ahead for food, otherwise, in a couple of days, we might run out of milk entirely.

"What was that sound?!" After taking only two steps, a noise suddenly came from the grass ahead. Could it be food?

"Hold tight!" I turned to Elena and then leaped forward, hands ready in a defensive posture, toward the sound.

In the grass, a sensual woman was crawling forward with great effort! Why sensual? Because she was wearing only two pieces of undergarment—though they weren't really clothes, resembling the armor worn in modern online games, the extremely revealing kind, only covering her chest and lower body. Yet, if you looked closely from the side, you might inadvertently glimpse a spring scene.

This woman, dressed so sparsely and crawling through the grass—was she some kind of monster? But looking at the bloody tracks where she crawled, her legs were injured. Had she also been attacked by the human-snakes?

Elena exclaimed, "It's a person!"

"Yes," I responded. "It seems she's not a monster; she's hurt. Should we save her?"

Elena replied, "We should save her. To use the words of your Great Dragon Country, saving one life surpasses building a seven-story pagoda."

I hesitated. "But we don't know if she's good or bad. It would be troublesome if we saved an enemy."

Elena countered, "To us, right now, there are no enemies. As long as we show our sincerity, we will surely move these prehistoric people. When they are moved, they will become friends with us, and even enemies will turn into friends."

I put Elena down. "You are the boss; we'll do as you say. Save..."

The scantily clad woman didn't even have time to turn her head before she fainted upon our arrival. Perhaps she fainted from fear, or perhaps she relaxed, thinking reinforcements had arrived. Elena went over first and carefully examined the woman by turning her over.

"Snake Demon!"

"Gu Tian'er!"

Elena shouted 'Snake Demon' because she recognized the woman's face as identical to the beautiful snake carved on the stone tablet. I shouted 'Gu Tian'er' because she had no snake form; she looked completely like a normal girl—the living Gu Tian'er!

Hearing my shout, Elena ignored examining the woman and turned to ask me, "Who? Is she the Sheep Clan Saintess you mentioned before?"

I replied, "I dare not be certain; perhaps she just looks similar."

We both worked together to help the woman up. Elena told me to find some dry grass while she gave the woman some water. After resting for a while, the woman who looked exactly like Gu Tian'er slowly regained consciousness.

"Who are you?" Elena asked in standard English.

The woman looked quite flustered when she saw us, but she slowly sensed we meant no harm, and her panicked gaze finally stabilized. However, she gave no response to Elena's question; it seemed she hadn't understood.

Elena tried again, questioning her sequentially in French, German, Spanish, Arabic, Hindi, and Mexican languages. Unfortunately, the woman only shook her head repeatedly, making Elena angry and causing her to stand aside sulking.

I said, "Why are you angry? It would be a miracle if she understood you. Do you think this is six thousand years in the future? Hurry up and bandage her wounds; I'm a man, and it's inconvenient for me."

Let's call this woman Gu Tian'er for now, as she looks exactly like the one I knew, as if cast from the same mold. Bandaging the wound was straightforward because she wasn't wearing trousers. The injury was on her calf, quite severe, likely affecting a tendon—it looked like she wouldn't be able to move for several months.

After all the work was done, Gu Tian'er rested her head on the dry grass and closed her eyes slightly. Elena asked me, "What now? Should we leave her here?"

"You are the boss; you decide."

Elena stated, "My opinion is to take her with us. If we leave her here, she will surely die. Besides, aren't we searching for prehistoric civilization? Look at her appearance and clothing; this is clearly a human from a prehistoric super-civilization. Since we can't communicate linguistically right now, if we spend more time together, we will surely understand each other's languages. That will be the moment to unveil the prehistoric civilization."

"You're right. Let's go. But taking her means you, old lady, will have to walk." Elena made a face of distress. "Ah, must it be like this? Can't you think of a solution?"