With one step over, Xiao Jian appeared on the grass on the hillside. Luckily, it's still daytime and the sun is scorching.

Xiao Jian held the pig-killing knife upside down in his right hand, and carefully reconnoitred it, and within a radius of 500 meters, there was no trace of human and large animal activities.

According to experience, Xiao Jian followed the direction of the mountain to a small river at the foot of the mountain.

Along the way, I didn't encounter any large animals, but I did surprise many unknown birds and small animals such as hares.

Xiao Jian ran along the small river for about an hour, and when he heard the rumbling sound of flowing water in front of him, he knew that there must be a big river in front of him.

After walking a few kilometers after hearing the sound, I saw a large river, the water was panting, and the waves were turbulent.

I was looking closely, and I heard a burst of fishing songs from the riverside downstream. Xiao Jian dodged and hid in the thatch on the shore and quietly touched down.

After a while, the owner of the voice appeared in front of Xiao Jian's eyes. There was a small basil boat parked by the river, about the size of a kayak in later generations, and it could carry three or five people at most.

An old man in a gray linen cardigan was burying himself in a pot to cook. What puzzled Xiao Jian was the old man's clothes. His long hair was pulled up and clutched, and a wooden haircut was inserted.

Xiao Jian lurked for a long time, but no one else was seen. I can't help but wonder, what kind of place is this? Why is this person dressed as an ancient, dressed in Hanfu, with long hair in a bun. Is this still in the real world? Xiao Jian couldn't help but think to himself.

Carrying a pig-killing knife in his hand, Xiao Jian felt that four or five people were not a problem, not to mention that there was no danger, so he shrunk the pig-killing knife in his sleeve and walked out of the grass to the side of the boat.

"Grandpa, where is this?" When the distance was still four or five meters away, Xiao Jian was afraid of causing a misunderstanding, so he spoke first.

The old fisherman looked up and saw Xiao Jian, and was stunned for a moment before he quickly got up and hurriedly waved towards Xiao Jian.

"Little old man, I've seen my son. I don't know what the little boy is doing when he calls me. The old man opened his mouth with a thick Yungui accent and said awkwardly.

In the past ten years of military service, Xiao Jian knew a lot of local dialects, even if the old man had a strong accent and spoke strangely and indestructively, Xiao Jian could barely understand it.

Listening to his accent, it also determined Xiao Jian's previous general judgment of this place.

It's just that I'm confused, I've been to the land of Yungui a lot, and I've never heard of any ethnic minorities with long hair and Hanfu customs.

"Old man, don't be angry, I just passed by, and I got lost there. I don't know if this is the place of Mos, but when I see you, I ask Haru. ”

The best way to deal with people is to speak their language, which is the quickest way to get closer.

Xiao Jian said a serious Yungui speech, and the old man was even more flustered, and he once again went to the end.

"The little boy can be polite, the old man can't stand it, the villain's surname is Bai Mingshi, you can call me Bai Shi. ”

Xiao Jian saw his panic, so he didn't say anything and walked to the place where he was cooking and sat down.

A few stones simply put up a semicircle, just where a small iron pot was placed, but it was a clay pot.

There are two large grass carp boiling in the jar with clear water, who has not yet boiled, there is no oil star at all, it is clear water.

Dealing with people is also a skill that every scout must learn, and in a few minutes, he let go of his nervousness and became familiar with Xiao Jian.

The "old man" is actually not old, according to him, there is one in forty this year. It's just that he works all year round, and the wind and rain come and go on the river, so he looks old, but he is actually in the prime of life.

"So that the son knows, this is the country of Dali, the north bank of the Nu River, the son should be a person in the city of Dali, this place is more than 30 miles away from Dali City, there is an official road not far away, if the son can return to the city in the evening. ”

Dali Country... , Fortunately, Xiao Jian was already mentally prepared, and he also understood that this was no longer on the earth, and it should be said that it was not the real earth.

Xiao Jian's history is okay, Dali is the Yunnan-Guizhou area of later generations, and the corresponding Central Plains should be the Song Dynasty.

Song Dynasty... , the most stringent period of etiquette and religion in Chinese history since the popularization of Cheng Zhu Lixue. It's just not that, this is the Southern Song Dynasty or the Northern Song Dynasty.

"Uncle Bai, I've been out on a study tour for a long time, dare to ask what year it is?"

"Zhezong Yuanyou is in the fifth year, and it will be the summer solstice in a few days," Xiao Jian was stunned for a while when he heard this, what kind of place this is still unknown.

Guy really didn't know the specific historical name, the emperor name and the like.

"Childe, Bai Mou doesn't have anything good to entertain, only this bowl of fish soup is still asked to be disgusted by Childe. ”

Looking at the missing horned pottery bowl he handed over, containing most of the grass carp, Xiao Jian couldn't raise any appetite.

Looking at his sincere eyes, I couldn't bear to refuse. But you can't really eat it.

"I have my own food, where can I grab food from you. Come to this for you. ”

Xiao Jian took out two loaves of bread from his bag and brought one to him.

"It's... This can't be helped, Childe's good dim sum is a big mistake for me to eat. ”

Although his eyes lit up and he kept swallowing his saliva, he immediately refused.

This is a simple and principled person, Xiao Jian sees it in his eyes.

"Come, take it. I couldn't help but say that Xiao Jian directly tore open the plastic packaging bag outside the bread and threw it into the fire not far away. He said as he shoved the bread into his hand.

"Uncle Bai, things are just for people to eat, so there's nothing to do. Besides, I watched you drink fish soup, and it would not be a gentleman's practice for me to eat alone. ”

Looking at the bread in his hand, Bai Shi cried and knelt down to kowtow to Xiao Jian, which startled Xiao Jian.

It took some words to persuade Bai Shi, who was going to kowtow, and Xiao Jian also knew the original.

There were originally three people in Baishi's family, his wife and son, but the drought in the past few years has caused no crops.

In order to earn money to support his family, he went to Suzhou with a caravan to deliver goods. Since most of them are waterways, they naturally have to rely on white stones.

After more than three months of going back and forth, his wife and children had already died of the plague accompanied by the famine. Since then, he has been alone, living on the Nu River.

Today's world is really a true portrayal of "Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road", and the rich are unkind.

Where is there a reason like Xiao Jian, who gives him a poor man's delicious high-end pastries.

Of course, this also reminded him of his dead wife and children, if his son was not dead, as he said, he should be about the same age as Xiao Jian.

Touching the scene, he couldn't help the seven-foot man shed tears and kowtowed to thank Xiao Jian's benevolence.

A piece of bread for more than a dollar, something that Xiao Jian would not usually eat. The white stone is eaten with relish, just like the delicacies of the mountains and the sea.

If it weren't for Xiao Jian to stop him, he would even want to keep more than half of it before eating it later.

After eating, Xiao Jian looked at the sun, it was about 2 o'clock in the afternoon, it was still not safe in this wilderness, and he said that he wanted to go to Dali City, like a white stone.

Bai Shi offered to use a boat to send another seven or eight miles away, and Xiao Jian also had the heart to contact him, so he agreed.

Take a boat all the way down, and the road of seven or eight miles will be there in no time.

Coming down to the shore, Xiao Jian looked at the white stone's dark face and resolute and simple eyes, and couldn't help but think.

I am in this place, I can come and go when I want. But you have to have a reliable person to use it.

This white stone is very suitable, although there is no culture, but it has traveled north and south, and it is already considered knowledgeable in this era.

Moreover, he is resolute, simple, kind and enthusiastic. He was a good candidate, and most importantly, he saw in the eyes of Shiraishi a feeling that he had only seen in his own father's eyes.

He was confident that Bai Shi was not the kind of person who was easy to change, and said as he turned around.

"Uncle Bai, why don't you come with me, you can't come and go in the water for a long time, I just don't know Dali well. If I wish, I can hire you to be my guide for a few days. ”

Hearing this, Bai Shi looked at Xiao Jian deeply, "Thanks to Childe, I can afford me, but I can't be employed by Childe." ”

When Xiao Jian heard this, he couldn't help but feel lost in his heart, and he didn't show it on his face, but he also smiled bitterly, blaming himself for thinking simply.

In this era, those who have the courage to travel thousands of miles in the Great Song Dynasty and can come back unscathed, it is so simple.

Bai Mou dared to ask Gongzi, but there was a shortage of slaves? Bai Mou was willing to sell himself to the Xiao family and Yu Gongzi as a servant. ”

"This, this is really unacceptable, Uncle Bai, don't you want to torture me like this. ”

Xiao Jian immediately refused when he heard this, after all, he is a new generation who grew up under the red flag, and the concept of equality for all is deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

The white stone has a resolute attitude, and if he does not take him as a slave, he will not go with him. Xiao Jianzhi agreed and acted as an expedient measure, but Bai Shi said that when he went to Dali City, he found someone to write a note and draw a pledge.

In this way, Bai Shi hid the boat in the reed pond, took Xiao Jian's bag, and led the way to Dali City.