and meat

Very cold.

Zhang Xuan had no other feelings, only one feeling, which was cold.

The weather seems to have suddenly entered late autumn from summer.

Moreover, Zhang Xuan suddenly came from a big city to a place surrounded by mountains. All he saw was decaying grass and nothing else.

Zhang Xuan snorted the white steam, and goosebumps appeared on his exposed skin. He kept rubbing his hands and pacing and stamping his feet to feel a trace of warmth.

The clothes on his body were in tatters, and he could barely tell that he was wearing a shirt and trousers, and his hair was tied at the right side. If he hadn't discovered that some of the marks on his body were still there, Zhang Xuan would hardly have believed that he was still himself.

"Where is this place?" Zhang Xuan put up the awning with his hands and looked at the sun.

Even if he could distinguish between east, west, north and south, he still couldn't find a decent road.

"Washing", the sound of water came from far away. Zhang Xuan stumbled towards the sound of water, hoping to find some people.

"Ding-ding-dang-dang." The crisp sound of bells came from afar.

"There is someone." Zhang Xuan thought for a moment. He looked into the distance and found a vague figure of a horse among the trees and rocks.

Zhang Xuan was overjoyed, opened his thighs, and ran away in large strides. As he ran, he shouted loudly: "Is there anyone there? Is there anyone there?"

The joy of being saved filled his heart. When he rounded a large stone as tall as a man, his eyes suddenly opened up. He was so frightened that he could not react.

The few people in front of him were all dressed in rags, with some pieces of cloth wrapped around their bodies, as if they had many rags wrapped around them.

Moreover, they all wore long buns and had long knives beside them. These knives seemed to be dark iron pieces, with only a glint of light left on the blade. Zhang Xuan had not yet thought about what all this meant.

When...

As soon as something was mixed, the whole person flew up and hit the ground heavily. Before Zhang Xuan could cry out in pain, he felt the smell of blood coming to his nose. It was not that Zhang Xuan was bleeding, but Zhang Xuan smelled it.

He could smell the blood on the knife on his neck.

This was a very broken knife. The blade was like serrations, and there were some black stains in the cracks of the handle. However, Zhang Xuan's nose told him that these were not stains, but dried blood.

Two men dressed like beggars, one held Zhang Xuan down, and the other pressed a long knife on Zhang Xuan's neck.

Zhang Xuan had never had anyone put a knife to his neck. He panicked for a moment and said in a changed voice: "Spare my life. Spare my life."

When people are in a hurry, they will speak the dialect they are most familiar with.

Zhang Xuan also showed his basic knowledge of Henan dialect.

"Are you from Henan?" The long knife that was about to cut suddenly stopped.

"I'm from Henan, I'm from Henan." Zhang Xuan

For a moment, it seemed like I had grasped a life-saving straw. I deliberately spoke loudly with a Henan accent.

Only at this moment did Zhang Xuan see his surroundings clearly.

There are several horses here. There are also five or six people.

The leader was a big man sitting by the stream. He was wrapped in a leather jacket snatched from somewhere, and there were layers of black mud on it that couldn't be washed off. His mouth was covered by a beard.

, even drinking water is not convenient. At this moment, he was pressing his beard, holding a bamboo tube and drinking water, and said: "How did you get here?"

Strong local accent.

It's Henan dialect.

The knife around Zhang Xuan's neck was slightly loosened, giving Zhang Xuan some room to breathe.

Zhang Xuan could hear the thumping sound of his heart.

"This is definitely not modern." Zhang Xuan's brain was spinning rapidly. He had already had such a conjecture before. But at that time, he still had a contingency idea in his mind. Just seeing these people, Zhang Xuan didn't even have the last ounce of contingency.

All thoughts were given up.

But what should I say? Tell him that he has traveled from the future. Will they feel that he is playing tricks on them?

For now, they can only say what they believe.

But what to say?

Zhang Xuan doesn't know what era we are in now, and the editor doesn't even know where to compile it.

The only thing he can rely on is nostalgia.

In modern times, when a fellow villager meets a fellow villager, he or she would shoot him in the back, but in ancient times, nostalgia was very important, and even the most evil people were no exception.

Zhang Xuan burst into tears and said in Henan dialect: "Kill me."

The first two times, there was still a bit of pretense, but when I thought about it, I could never go back. I couldn't hold it back for a while, and cried out in pain, and I couldn't stop crying.

"Why are you crying?" said the strong man who was drinking water: "Are there many people who have lost their families and died these days? What's the use of crying? If you cry again, you'll be cut off."

"Yes." The knife pressed against Zhang Xuan's neck was pressed down hard, leaving a red mark on Zhang Xuan's neck.

Zhang Xuan said: "Fellow, stop." Zhang Xuan took advantage of this moment to organize his thoughts and said: "My family is originally from a wealthy family, but because of the war, the whole family was killed. I had no choice but to go to my uncle, but---

But----"

Zhang Xuan did not dare to be specific.

He didn't know where this place was. Zhang Xuan didn't know what time it was now. The only thing he knew was that Henan seemed to be in chaos. He could only follow his words.

When the leading man saw it, he said: "When I meet my fellow villagers in Sichuan, I will give you a chance. If the higher-ups want to kill you, it will be your life. Let's go."

The big man put the bamboo tube on the horse, and the whole group got on the horse, and tied Zhang Xuan to the last donkey. Several people rode the horse and walked on the path.

Zhang Xuan was only a few meters away from the last knight.

"Ding Ding Dang Dang" this is what Zhang Xuan rides

The donkey bell is ringing.

"I don't know what to call this little brother?" Zhang Xuan was in pain from being tied up with a rope. He endured the pain and got close to the people around him.

The little brother next to Zhang Xuan is really a little brother. The down on his mouth has not yet fallen off. He is no more than ten years old at most. His face is red and there are several big frostbites on his face, but he is not aware of it at all. His eyes are wide open.

He looked at Zhang Xuan, as if he was worried that Zhang Xuan would suddenly run away.

The little brother said: "Be honest and just call me Xiao Deng."

Zhang Xuan said: "I don't know which king I am following, little brother."

Xiao Deng said: "We are following King Cao Cao. Don't worry, I am not Huang Hu's fellow. I will not kill people casually."

Zhang Xuan pondered in his heart and said secretly: "Cao Cao, is it the Three Kingdoms? It shouldn't be."

Although Zhang Xuan is not a major in ancient languages, he also knows that ancient and modern languages ​​are different. Although he does not know how to pronounce the so-called Heluo Zhengyin in ancient times. However, he feels that some of the Henan dialects of these people are not pleasant to the ears, but they can probably still

Understand.

In other words, these people are not that far away from modern times, at least not so much that their pronunciation has changed.

And the man's bun also let them know that this era was not the Manchu and Qing dynasties. It was most likely the Ming dynasty.

When he thought of this, and then thought about the so-called Cao Cao and Huang Hu, Zhang Xuan's heart moved and he immediately thought, isn't Huang Hu Zhang Xianzhong?

If it is Zhang Xianzhong, then it is the late Ming Dynasty.

When he thought of the late Ming Dynasty, Zhang Xuan's eyes turned black and he wished he could fall to the ground.

The late Ming and early Qing decades can be said to be a history of blood and tears for the Han people. Zhang Xuan faced darkness, not to mention whether he could survive until the world was at peace.

Even if he can survive until the world is at peace, he is not willing to waste money for money. Just when Zhang Xuan was worried about his future, he felt suddenly stopped.

I heard someone say in my ear: "We're here."

Zhang Xuan looked up and saw a camp hidden in the valley. Look at the antlers, trenches, wooden fences, and watchtowers of this camp.

Zhang Xuan immediately knew that this was no longer a rogue bandit. Although it was not comparable to a modern army, it was already a regular army.

The leading man glanced at Zhang Xuan and said, "Boy, whether you can survive or not depends on your luck."

Zhang Xuan suddenly saw Xiao Deng looking at him with pity, and immediately put away all his worries about the future. It was still uncertain whether he would survive until tomorrow, so how could he worry about decades later?

The camp gate was opened, several people dismounted and led the horses into the camp. Zhang Xuan was tied up next to the stable. The leading man went to the camp to report the situation.
Chapter completed!