In the spring of the ninth year of Emperor Xin of the Shang Dynasty.
Outside Chaoge City, the royal capital, Liu Qiao was dressed in coarse linen clothes, carrying two large bundles of dry firewood, and stood in front of the large gate of Chaoge City.
Along with the large flow of people, they lined up to cross the moat dozens of feet wide and walked towards the city gate.
While looking at Xixi and shouting, the bustling city felt a bit unreal.
He secretly said: "This city wall has a circumference of more than a hundred miles and a height of seven or eight feet. It is made entirely of green bricks and poured with glutinous rice slurry. The soldiers guarding the city are holding steel knives..."
However, things like time travel have happened to him, and Liu Qiao was not too surprised by the common sense he had initially learned from the memory of the original owner.
"Sure enough, this is not an ordinary ancient time. With the technological level and productivity of the Yin and Shang era, it is absolutely impossible to build such a majestic city. This level of city building and this level of prosperity are at least as high as those of the Han Dynasty..."
"And that steel sword... shouldn't the Yin and Shang Dynasties be in the Bronze Age?"
Thinking again about the few things he had seen and heard in the mind of the original woodcutter, who had never traveled a hundred miles around Chaoge and made a living by chopping firewood, Liu Qiao had already confirmed another guess in his mind.
"Now Emperor Xin of Shang Dynasty is on the throne. There are 800 princes in the world, four great princes, Xibo Xianhou Jichang who is good at performing innate gossip, and Su Daji, the daughter of the prince of Jizhou who is accepted by the emperor...the gods and demons rumored in the market..."
"The Romance of the Gods", although he did not learn countless things in later generations and was ignorant, he had never eaten pork and had seen pigs running away. The original work was in ancient Chinese and the vernacular was complicated, so he had not read it, but he had watched several new and old versions of the TV series.
Collected.
His original name was Liu Qiao, but a small number of people from later generations have speculated and doubted this since he woke up yesterday and inherited the memory of his original body Liu Qiao.
What I saw and heard while selling firewood to the market today, after a little verification and reflection, I became more and more convinced that this was the world of gods, and I couldn't help but feel bitter in my heart.
"Oh my god... this is the Conferred God. The protagonists are all gods and monsters. Not to mention the gods who have traveled through time and become the gods of the two religions, at least they must have traveled through time and become demons and strangers.
Even if it is transformed into a Qi Immortal Horse Yuan, I will admit it, it is still [Three flowers on the top are not good fruits, the West has a way to live forever].
And the original Liu Qiao was just a woodcutter. Not to mention the gods fighting in the future, even if the princes attacked Zhou, the common people would not have to die one by one. After all, in the history of dynasty changes, the common people would die seven or eight for every ten pavilions..."
Thinking of this, Liu Qiao felt that he had no strength and no sense of security. The two loads of firewood seemed to be as heavy as Mount Tai, weighing him down and making him breathless.
He has also read some time-travel novels about immortals, in which the two protagonists travel through time to become gods, either to become disciples of the Heavenly Lord, or to rival the leader, and are arrogant, as if the great catastrophe of the gods is like a joke, and all living beings are like chess pieces in the hand.
But Liu Qiao is not so capable, nor is he so ambitious. He only has one dream now, which is to survive this disaster safely, or to become an ordinary commoner who goes with the flow.
If you are unfortunate enough to be drafted into the army to fight, it is best to die heroically, and the bigger your reputation, the better.
Because the more tragic and heroic the death in the calamity, and the later the death, the more famous humane generals will often be able to become great gods.
That's right, as a mortal, Liu Qiao really has no thoughts of other time-travelers.
Who escaped the catastrophe and became a great god, a saint and a leader of gods?
He didn't expect any of this, he could die in this calamity and become a saint, no matter it was the battle of thunder, fire and plague in the upper four parts, or the constellation of stars in the lower four parts.
Even if he is a lowly official who is seduced by ghosts, he is still an immortal god who looks down on all living beings.
It is enough for the eighteen generations of Liu Qiao's family to honor their ancestors and burn high incense for eight lifetimes.
"Hey! That guy carrying firewood, you are standing in front of the door, neither advancing nor retreating. What's the point? Are you asking for a beating..."
A sudden loud shout shocked Liu Qiao, who was deep in thought.
He hurriedly raised his head and saw the soldiers in front of the city gate, looking at him coldly and raising their palms, ready to strike.
Liu Qiao then suppressed all the thoughts in his mind and imitated the tone of the original master in his memory. He said with a humble smile: "Master, don't fight, don't fight. I will leave now. I will leave now."
After saying that, he lowered his head and was about to enter the city, but the soldier stretched out his hand to stop him and coldly snorted: "The king has an order. Every hawker and merchant outside the city who enters the city must pay a 20% tax and two loads of firewood."
, the market price is twenty cents, you have to pay two cents before you can enter the city..."
Liu Qiao inherited the memory of the original owner and knew that since Emperor Xin came to the throne, he had built a lot of construction projects and extravagant palaces. The treasury was already empty. This year, he rebelled against several princes, suppressed rebellions, fought wars, recruited troops, welcomed concubines, and built palaces every year.
Spend money like water.
Therefore, there are more and more exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes, not only the city entry tax, but also the cattle tax for raising cattle and sheep, and the taxes for killing dolphins and chickens, etc.
In addition, there are military training donations, birth donations, and wedding taxes for marriages.
Even after death, officials would come to collect coffins and donations, which was extremely bizarre. The looting made the already very wealthy Yin Shang people miserable.
Thinking that the people did not dare to fight with the officials, they had no choice but to take out the few green clams on their bodies and pay the city tax before entering the city.
Thinking of the gloomy future, Liu Qiao had no intention of wandering around Chaoge City. He just wanted to deliver the firewood as soon as possible, get the money, buy some rice and noodles, and then go back to calm down and plan the next step.
Whether it is to seek immortals and visit Taoism, or to practice martial arts and join the army, we always want to see if there is any way to find a glimmer of hope in the dark catastrophe of immortals.
"Get out of the way...get out of the way...get out of the way..."
"Bang...bang...bang..."
Just as he was thinking about something, he heard people screaming in the street. Liu Qiao hurriedly turned around and saw a handsome horse, with its hooves flying, running wildly on the street, causing chickens and dogs to jump on the street.
Followed by several soldiers wearing helmets, they were running out of breath. While chasing the horse, they shouted: "This beast was frightened. Everyone in front got out of the way. If there is a collision, we will not be responsible..."
Liu Qiao also followed the flow of people to avoid it, but he saw an old man with white hair in the middle of the street, carrying a load, his back facing the direction of the frightened horse, still looking around thoughtfully, with a confused look on his face.
"Old man, get away quickly..."
Seeing that the horse was still seven or eight feet away from the old man, Liu Qiao, who had been educated in the new society, couldn't bear to die without saving him.
He happened to be close to the old man, so he threw away the firewood, grabbed the old man's back collar, and quickly dragged him to the street.
"Da da da...Xilulu..."
The horse roared loudly, jumped with its front hooves, and jumped over the old man's burden. However, its hind legs caught the rope on the basket, and the horse fell seven or eight feet away.
He took the two bamboo baskets out seven to eight feet and flopped them to the ground, only to find two baskets of white noodles inside. Then the soldiers who came over took the opportunity to hold down the horse.
"Oh... my face..."
The old man screamed in surprise, but his thin body seemed to have the strength of nine bulls. He broke free from Liu Qiao's hands in an instant and threw himself towards the white face on the ground.
Liu Qiao was also a little shocked: "This old man is so strong."
"Huh huh... hula la..." It was funny to say that, the old man straightened the bamboo basket, picked up the white noodles on the ground with both hands, and was about to put it into the basket, but suddenly there was a gust of wind on the street.
"Hu... Hu... Huhu..."
The wind whistled, scattering white flour on the ground, and even a handful of it in the old man's hand was wiped clean in an instant.
Not only that, the flour also floated in the wind, flying back and forth in the wind, and then turned back and sprinkled all over the old man, completely turning the old man with white beard and white hair into a white man.
After a while, the wind passed by, and the old man sat down on the ground and cried: "Oh my God, this is such a strong wind blown by the gods on that road. Is it God's will? I carry hundreds of kilograms of noodles and walk back and forth for thirty-five miles. I am hungry."
I was so hungry that before I sold a single penny, it was all gone...ah...wuwu..."
When Liu Qiao, who was standing aside watching the show, saw this scene and then looked at the old man with a wide robe and a white beard and hair, he couldn't help but feel a wave of panic in his heart.
"It's him...Jiang Shang..."
How did Liu Qiao know that this old man was Jiang Shang? But it turned out that he had just watched this TV series, in which Jiang Shang was selling noodles, and his noodles were blown away by the wind. Based on his image, he immediately concluded.
There is really no way to resolve doubts, and there is a bright future and a bright future. I am worried about how to find these immortals and masters to learn some skills. Isn't this the unlucky guy in front of me who is covering his face with sadness?