This is a small hill, which looks very desolate, and even the feeling of the wind blowing on it is a primitive feeling. A narrow dirt road passes through the near the hill and extends to the distance. Yang Bo holds his hands in his eyes and looks into the distance.

yellow!

Besides yellow, it is also yellow.

desolate!

In addition to being desolate, it is also desolate.

Suddenly, Yang Bo's heart moved, and a black object looming behind the hill in the distance attracted his attention. Yang Bo bent down and carefully put his waist and slowly touched it.

The terrain here is higher, no wonder he couldn't see this black shadow just now.

Bypassing the low slope, Yang Bo carefully poked his head out to check, and a hungry man with green spots fell behind the hill!

The hungry man had become a mummy, his dark eyes had long lost their eyes, and his white teeth were very neat, as if he was smiling at Yang Bo.

"I... can be scattered" Yang Bo jumped up suddenly, "Who is fucking stop kidding anymore! Will it be?"

Apart from the faint echo of his speech, there was silence between the world, and the mummy still stared at Yang Bo mockingly.

Although Yang Bo thought that the mummy was a prop, he had thought for a long time and still didn't have the courage to go up and check it out in person.

Yang Bo looked around and looked towards the loess road below, and then he saw more bones that were dead on the roadside!

"Am I coming to hell?" Yang Bo was stunned for a while and asked himself softly.

"It must be, but... I haven't done anything bad?" Yang Bo was already confused. Does God punish himself so severely?

The thin body seemed to be unable to withstand the successive mental blows, and Yang Bo's eyes turned dark and he fell down depressed.

I don’t know how long it took, Yang Bo woke up slowly. He was awakened by the sound. The hell in front of him was still there, which made him no longer have any luck.

At this moment, some faint sound seemed to be heard from a distance. Yang Bo, who was in confusion, suddenly shuddered and turned over and looked behind the low mound, carefully looking at the place where the sound was made.

A group of ragged people staggered on this yellow land in groups. Like Yang Bo, these people were covered with bones and their eye sockets were deep. They were all ragged, especially many women and girls. Their clothes were torn like sacks, revealing their black skin. The word "shame" could not be seen on them, except for numbness or despair...

These people soon walked to the bottom of the earth slope where Yang Bo was hiding. Yang Bo plucked up his head and said hello: "Harrow? Where is the director? Where is the camera? Are you really professional? Are you not an extra? Alas, where am I talking to you..."

Those people ignored Yang Bo at all, as if they were just like air, and just staggered into the distance with expressionless face...

Yang Bo lay on the hillside. He knew that the most urgent task was to find someone to ask about the current situation. However, when he saw these people who seemed to die if they said one more word, even though he was extremely anxious, he had no choice.

After waiting for a long time, a guy who looked a little angry came from afar. Yang Bo looked carefully and found that this guy seemed to be in his early twenties and looked honest.

"Hey!" Yang Bo stretched out his head and waved to him.

The man was startled and looked at Yang Bo vigilantly. After seeing that Yang Bo seemed to have no malice, he walked towards the hill with some hesitation.

Yang Bo ran down extremely enthusiastically and held the man's hands tightly, "Hello brother, good brother! Come on, I have something to ask you."

The man was frightened by Yang Bo's sudden action, and it took him a long time to break free from the devil's claws: "My brother has something to do, but I might as well ask, Tieniu should tell him truthfully..."

"It turns out to be... Brother Tie Niu." Yang Bo had a bad idea in his mind. The way this person spoke was obviously not like that of a modern person: "I want to ask Brother Tie Niu, where is this place?"

Tieniu raised his head and thought, "We set out from Guide Mansion and walked on the road for ten days. We should have arrived in Xiayi, right?"

Yang Bo felt guilty when he heard these ancient place names. He knew that it was Henan.

"Brother Tieniu, do you know what year it is now?" Yang Bo felt that he was about to cry

"I don't know..." Tie Niu touched his head honestly and thought for a while: "But I heard someone say something..."

"Brother Tieniu, tell me quickly!" Yang Bo was a little anxious.

As Tienniu tells the story intermittently, Yang Bo fell into deep despair.

The fifth year of Chongzhen!

It turns out that I have traveled through time, and I have traveled through time to the end of the Ming Dynasty!

In fact, Yang Bo had long had this kind of awareness, but when the word Chongzhen popped out from Tie Niu's mouth, the vague expectation in his heart was still shattered by the ruthless sledgehammer.

Yang Bo's grades were not good when he was studying, and he was only in the last dozens of places in the class. The head teacher arranged the school belle with good academic performance to Yang Bo's seats for Yang Bo's parents' three pots of oil every year. The result was obvious that the school belle's grades had dropped from the top five to more than twenty.

The old-fashioned history teacher could not bear to see the two flirting in his class, and in anger he sued the school director. After careful consideration, the school beauty's parents transferred to the school, and Yang Bo's first love ended in vain. In anger, Yang Bo kept holding a confrontational attitude in his class, and it was conceivable that his history had not learned anything.

However, although Yang Bo’s history is not very good, he also knows that this great disaster in Henan and other places in the fifth year of Chongzhen was only a short sentence in history books: "On the sixth day of the sixth month of Chongzhen, Henan and Shanxi were drought. Thousands of miles of naked land were flooded with people. People were famine and people ate each other."

Yang Bo only knew that the grass and trees were scattered everywhere here, and the trees in the mountains were all white. The grass was eaten up, the bark was eaten up, and even the grass roots were dug up, and the dead bodies of refugees were starved everywhere. He was very lucky to witness history.

Yang Bo also knew that this era was an era when people lived in poverty and people changed their children to eat. There were corrupt officials and bribers who were rushing to collect bribes, and there were also an era when the Qing Dynasty Tartars were eyeing each other, and there were also an era when bandits kept digging for the Ming Dynasty.

This is the scene like hell in the late Ming Dynasty!

"God!" Yang Bo could no longer help but roared at the sky, "Are you blind? Get me to this era? I...grass?"

Tie Niu was a little scared when he saw Yang Bo's crazy look. He wanted to leave but didn't dare, so he stood aside at a loss.

It is conceivable that Yang Bo knew that he had come to such an era, and he was always optimistic and couldn't help but lose his composure and depressed. He had read a few superficial historical novels and expressed his envy of the protagonists who killed all sides, but he was not so calm when it was his turn.
Chapter completed!