This is a Guinness record. But this record is very uncomfortable!
After thinking about it, I also understood in my heart that, let alone ancient times, modern transportation is developed and radio and television are all over China, and dialects have not been eliminated. When northerners first come to Jiangnan, if they encounter Cantonese, Hunanese, or Suzhou dialect, which one is not the same?
In the fog? What’s more, I am a newcomer in the 21st century. How can I come to this ancient time where I don’t know the age and place? Forget it, anyway, looking at the girl’s appearance and clothes, although they are very simple, they are still in my mind.
As long as they are not foreign barbarians and they still speak Chinese after all, you can always try to understand the appearance of Han people's clothing. Don't be impatient and try to beg for food first!
Zhou Xing smiled and said word by word: "Listen - don't - understand, you - speak slowly - slowly."
After hearing this, the woman still looked confused. After thinking about it, she smiled slightly apologetically and said: "﹩＊☆&!=﨨☆◎☆◎◎&☆!&☆!" without waiting for a while.
After answering, he turned around to take the bowl, put the contents of the earthen pot into the bowl, took a spoon, put it in the bowl, and carried it to the bed.
Although Zhou Xing didn't understand what was said, he knew from the girl's movements that the girl meant to give him food. He breathed a sigh of relief. As long as there was food to eat, everything could be done slowly. Zhou Xing held up the bed with his hands and sat down.
He stood up, smiled at the girl, and took the bowl. The bowl was a large coarse porcelain bowl, with millet and minced meat porridge inside. It was thick and fragrant, and the aroma of meat and rice was even richer. Zhou Xing swallowed hard and picked up the bowl.
He took a big mouthful of the soup spoon and put it into his mouth. Although the rice porridge was not very hot, it was still very hot. After one bowl, Zhou Xing started to sweat. The girl was very happy to see that Zhou Xing ate something sweet. She turned around and filled it again.
I took a bowl and handed it to Zhou Xing.
After Zhou Xing finished a bowl, his stomach felt much better. On the second night, he ate much more leisurely. Occasionally, he looked at the woman. She was very pretty, not tall, petite, and she looked to be only 15 or 16 years old.
, stood and watched Zhou Xing eat, although he was curious, he was calm and calm. Zhou Xing praised in his heart: "It seems that ancient people are really more mature than modern children. At this age, this calm and calm demeanor,
It’s really rare.”
After finishing eating, Zhou Xing saw that the girl was still eating, so he quickly pointed at his belly with his fingers and made a big circle with his hands, which meant that he was full. The girl thought about it for a while, understood the meaning, smiled, took the bowl and went out to wash it, and waited for the girl
When he came back, Zhou Xing pointed at the earthen pot, then pointed at the girl, extended his thumb, and then followed the way on TV, clasping his fists and handing over the girl's hands. Although the girl didn't understand it very well, she thought it was to praise the rice well-done and waved her hands.
He said to Zhou Xing: "蘒﹠﨏兀﹟﹢ew＞￥￠~". He turned around and walked out.
Zhou Xingkong sat in a very uncomfortable posture, then lay down on his back, thinking wildly in his mind. Not long after, there was the sound of footsteps outside, and the door opened, and two people walked in. The first one was a middle-aged woman.
The man, clothed in commoner clothes and wearing a wooden hairpin, is dignified and calm, with the young girl following behind.
Zhou Xing propped himself up and was about to get up, but the woman quickly came to the bed, stretched out her hand to stop him, looked at Zhou Xing's face carefully, and said with a smile: "Is the young master feeling better?"
When Zhou Xing heard this at first, he was very pleased. Although the woman's tone was a little stiff, she spoke really Chinese, quite a bit of Sichuan-style Mandarin. Zhou Xing quickly replied: "Thank you, madam. I'm much better. Please tell me, madam.
Where is this? How did I get here?"
The woman listened to Zhou Xing's words very clearly. Although it was slightly different from the Chang'an Yayan she spoke, she must have had some accent. She smiled and replied: "Master, don't be impatient, let's talk slowly."
Then he pointed at the woman with his finger and said with a smile: "This is my little girl Ronger. I have been rude just now. Please forgive me, sir. This place was originally a remote place. In the past ten years, it has become more and more populated, and the villagers from the nearby countryside have moved here."
Come on, except for me, this village is full of local people. I think it is of no use, so I have never taught my children elegant speech. I don’t want to meet the young master today, but it will be rude."
It turns out that this is Xingyuan Prefecture on Shannan West Road, located in what was called the Hanzhong boundary in ancient times. It was an important transportation route from Chang'an to Shu. Since Tianbao in the Tang Dynasty, although there were frequent battles between vassal towns in the Guandong region, this
Hanzhong, the East and West Rivers, and the northeastern sides are all covered with rolling hills and cannot be affected by the war. It can be regarded as the calmest area in the Tang Dynasty and is quite densely populated. When Huang Chaoliu attacks the world and breaks through Xijing, the two rivers and Shannan,
Disputes also began to ensue. First, Wang Jian led his troops to Sichuan, and then competed with Zhou Maozhen for land in the south of Shannan. The original paradise turned into a land of blood and fire, and the common people had no choice but to move from the prosperous place one after another.
Take refuge in the mountains.
The terrain here is dense jungle and fertile land, surrounded by three mountains. A stream flows through the middle. Following the stream for more than ten miles, it is the main road of Xingyuan Mansion. Many villagers follow the river.
Go up, escape here, and see the plains in the valley. The soil is fertile and the water is convenient, which is conducive to land reclamation and farming, so they settled down. In more than ten years, there have been forty or fifty households, and the cultivated land has reached more than 500 acres. In one village,
The people are self-sufficient, with men farming and women weaving. There are also people who migrated here who were originally hunters from other places, and they still make a living by hunting. In addition to eating the prey themselves, they also exchange it for the villagers' food. If there is more, they will carry the prey on their backs and walk along the river.
Down the river, although the road was rugged and difficult to follow, within two hours we reached the main road outside the mountain. In the villages and towns, we sold wild animals in exchange for some necessary supplies such as salt. The night before yesterday, several hunters were there.
On the way back to the village, I met Zhou Xing who had fainted. Although he was a stranger to him, the mountain people were simple and kind-hearted and could not bear to see him die of cold and hunger in the wilderness, so they carried him back and treated him.
And this middle-aged woman is an anomaly among the people here. She grew up in Chang'an since she was a child. Her maiden name is Cui. She was originally a declining branch of the Cui family in Qinghe. When she grew up, she was sent to a powerful family as a
She served as a concubine for several years. When Xizong fled, the powerful family followed him to Xingyuan. In the chaos of the war, the powerful man was killed by the rebels, and everyone in the family fled in all directions. She was originally a concubine, and escaped in the dark during the chaos.
He died, but he was a woman of a decent family, had no relatives, and could go anywhere, so he just accepted the situation and found an honest family to marry.
Although Mrs. Cui is a woman, she has spent several years in a powerful family and has some experience. She knows that in troubled times, human life is as cheap as a dog. She has long persuaded her husband's family to move out of cities and villages and come to this remote place.
, Looking for a way out, when it comes to this villa, Cui’s husband’s family is the first one to come here. Her husband’s family name is Zhou, and she is an honest person. Although she only has one daughter, she has several cousins who are here together and occupy the villa.
It's more than 30% of the total, so he is obviously the first household in the villa.
Mrs. Cui asked about Zhou Xing's origin. Zhou Xing didn't know the origin of this body at all, let alone said that he had traveled through time. It would be strange not to be regarded as a monster, so she had to shirk the injury and forget it. Mrs. Cui had already seen Zhou Xing when he carried him here.
I had long felt that Zhou Xing must have some origins in the clothes and items. At this time, seeing Zhou Xing hesitating, I expected that Zhou Xing might have something to hide, so I didn’t go into details. I just talked about the local customs and comforted Zhou Xing.
He rested in peace and recovered from his injuries.
Zhou Ronger was on the side, just smiling, listening to the conversation between her mother and Zhou Xing. Although she didn't understand, she was never bored. Zhou Xing was moved to see Mrs. Cui's dignity and magnanimity, and her words were full of concern.
I thought to myself that during this time travel, meeting such a person when I woke up was a blessing among misfortunes. It also relieved the pain in my heart.
Mrs. Cui saw that Zhou Xing was getting sleepy and knew that he had just woken up from a serious injury and was weak. She got up and left, letting Zhou Xing rest, and turned around with her daughter.
Zhou Xing woke up again, but he was woken up. It was already dusk, and several young men were talking and laughing in the courtyard outside. Although they couldn't understand, they knew they were very cheerful. Among the male voices, there was a female
The sound sounded very familiar, and I guessed it was Zhou Ronger. If Zhou Xing knew, Zhou Ronger was telling those young people that when they met Zhou Xing at noon, they burst into tears, devoured their food, and spoke in strange accents that they could not understand.
It is estimated that Zhou Xing would have blushed with embarrassment. It was a pity and a good thing that he didn't understand it anyway, so he lay quietly and pondered what was on his mind.
Occasionally, someone came in and saw that Zhou Xing was awake. Knowing that Zhou Xing couldn't understand what they were saying, they didn't say anything. They just looked at him and smiled, took the application items, and went out to continue working. Not long after, the smell of pork wafted outside.
Coming in, Zhou Xing guessed that he had hunted prey and was making dinner.
After half an hour, everyone lit pineapples in the room, brought in a pot of boiled meat, and placed it in front of the bed. Others brought wine jars and bowls, and gathered around Zhou Xing's bed, but Zhou Rong was not there.
Guess he had already gone home. A tall young man cut a piece of meat with a knife, pierced it with a fastener, and handed it to Zhou Xing. Zhou Xing thought to himself: This is it, so don’t be polite. No matter how polite you are, others won’t understand.
, it is better to save some saliva. I took the kuaizi and opened my mouth to bite without hesitation. I don’t know what kind of wild meat this meat is. Although it was just added with a little salt when cooking, it tasted very delicious. Zhou Xingji
After finishing the meal, he extended his thumb to everyone to show praise.
The young man got another bowl of wine from the jar and handed it to Zhou Xing. Seeing that the color of the wine was slightly yellow and not bright, Zhou Xing knew that it was mountain village rice wine and would not have much alcohol content, so he took it and drank it in one gulp.
The young man was also happy to see Zhou Xing's boldness. The tall young man smiled and cut another large piece of meat, handed it to Zhou Xing, then pointed to Zhou Xing's legs, pointed to the wine, and waved his hand to indicate the
He was injured and could not drink more. Everyone talked and laughed and started eating wine and meat. When Zhou Xing finished eating, they would give him another piece. Until Zhou Xing waved his hand, knowing that he was full, he didn't care about him.
A few people were arguing here for more than an hour before they gradually dispersed, but the tall young man stayed. Although this young man had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a majestic body, he was very attentive. He first served Zhou Xing for convenience, and then sat down.
In front of the bed, he accompanied Zhou Xing while arranging his bow and arrows. The bow in the young man's hand has an arm as thick as a child's arm and is about five feet long. There is no decoration on it, but it is polished really brightly. The bow string is not only used for
It is made of the sinews of some wild beasts intertwined together with glue. Zhou Xing has no research on ancient weapons. He has only heard of names such as the God's Arm Bow, three-stone bows, five-stone bows, etc., which refers to the force used to start the work.
The size has nothing to do with the bow in front of him. However, looking at the size and thickness of the bow, it must be very powerful. The arrow in the young man's hand is nearly three feet long. There is no arrowhead in the front, just bamboo sharpened and glued on the back.
Feather. Zhou Xing guessed that no matter how good his shooting skills were, this young man's arm strength was quite strong and he could be called a strong man.
It was late at night, so the young man let Zhou Xing sleep. He first brought a straw curtain from outside, spread it on the ground, turned off the pine trees, lay down on the straw curtain, and fell asleep.
At dawn the next day, Zhou Xing woke up and saw the young man sleeping on the ground. He was very sorry, but he had nothing to say. Seeing that the young man was sleeping soundly, he did not dare to move for fear of waking the young man.
Not long after, the young man woke up and saw Zhou Xing looking at him. He smiled naively, got up quickly, cleaned up the straw curtain, and helped Zhou Xing. He asked Zhou Xing to sit on the bed, wet the cotton towel with water, and took it.
Come and let Zhou Xing wipe his face. After washing himself, he heated up the boiled meat left over from yesterday and the two of them ate it.
The young man took the herbs and pounded them together, and then gently opened the bandage on Zhou Xing's leg. Zhou Xing didn't feel too much pain at this time. He looked at the wound. It was a big bruise and swollen. Look carefully.
Look, there is no protruding deformation. It seems that the broken bone has been reset, or it may be that it was just a fracture and contusion, but because of the language barrier, there is no way to ask. The young man poured the concoction on the wound wrap and carefully connected it.
The splints were wrapped together and tied tightly. While watching the binding, Zhou Xing kept frowning. The young man smiled apologetically at Zhou Xing, and Zhou Xing waved his hands repeatedly to indicate that it was okay.
Seeing that it was getting late, the young man took his bow, arrow and waist knife and went out. He thought he was going hunting in the mountains again. Zhou Xing was alone at home, but he couldn't help but think wildly. Sometimes he thought of his family and couldn't help but feel sad. Sometimes he thought of traveling back to ancient times, but he couldn't help but feel a little excited and curious.
, I wonder what will happen to me in the future, will history remember me? Sometimes I think of Zhou Ronger yesterday, who was beautiful and calm, and Mrs. Cui was dignified and warm. I feel grateful in my heart. I also think of this young man who not only saved my life, but was also so enthusiastic.
Take care of me, it's a great kindness, don't forget it in the future.
I don't know how much time passed, but there were footsteps outside, and Mrs. Cui opened the door and came in. Zhou Xing hurriedly sat up and asked Mrs. Cui to sit down. Mrs. Cui was not polite. She knew that Zhou Xing was alone and lonely, but she was afraid that Zhou Xing had something to worry about, so she stayed with her.
Zhou Xing chatted about everything, occasionally deliberately adding a sentence or a half of the local dialect. Zhou Xing followed the preface and follow-up words and guessed the meaning of the dialect. If he really couldn't understand something, he asked Mrs. Cui directly. In less than an hour, he not only learned it well
I also memorized a few dialects and some of the most commonly used words. I dared not say anything else, at least not, want, thank you, eat, feel full, and drink water, all of which were firmly memorized.
At noon, Mrs. Cui went back and prepared a meal for Uncle Zhou to bring over. Zhou Xing thought it would be Zhou Ronger who brought the meal, but fortunately he learned a few dialects in the morning and tried to show off his skills in front of the beautiful woman, but it turned out that it was
Now that the uncle is here, I feel a little regretful that I have no chance.
Uncle Zhou was not tall, with a slight hunchback and a simple and honest face. His hair and beard were already gray. He looked to be in his 50s, more than ten years older than Mrs. Cui. Zhou Xing spoke in dialect.