Pang stooped over the oddly shaped rocks above her head, careful not to let them hurt her head.

There was an indescribable smell in the cave, like a mixture of earth and rust.

Stale and ...... The steel is hard and sharp, with a heaviness lost in time.

It's not a hundred years of life that pass in a hurry, but a long, million-million-year time that can turn sand into rock and forests into coal mines.

You can't help but think of amber, mineral deposits, the industrial revolution with the smell of coal, steel, steam, and so on.

Those things that have been turned yellow, old and heavy by time.

The further you went, the dimmer the light became, and the winter morning sun was rustling and not strong enough to shine through the small, slightly deep cave, and the oddly shaped stones always cut off the sunlight and cast shadows one after another.

Pang Maimai, who was only wearing a thin jacket with more than a dozen patches, couldn't help but shudder.

Fortunately, she still has long hair hanging down to block her back and the back of her neck, which can maintain a little more temperature and protect her heart a little warmer.

She was ordered to come here to carry a rough iron billet and deliberately put her hair down to keep out the cold, and when she went back to Guo Blacksmith's house, she had to pull it up, so as not to burn her hair.

As for whether it looks like a beggar...... She didn't care about it two months ago.

The cloth skirt on the lower body was not even padded, but sewn together by two layers of old coarse cloth, similar to the color of indigo or ultramarine, with the same patches of various colors.

Luckily, she used to have beautiful frozen legs that only wore leggings in winter.

He wore a pair of thick straw sandals on his feet, although they were tied and had no socks, after all, they were not covered with frostbite as on his hands.

In ancient times, it was colder than modern times under the greenhouse effect.

It's especially cold in the cave.

The straw sandals were too bulky for her to get used to, especially when the ground was uneven and full of iron ore and pig iron billets, she fell and couldn't get up for a long time.

The knee hit the iron ore.

At first, it was a numbing pain, but then it became intense, hot and painful.

It is estimated that he was slowly awakened by the pain from a state of numbness from freezing.

The ore was too hard and sharp, piercing the flesh and possibly the bones...... She bit her lower lip, trying not to make a sound, her mind was dizzy with pain, and she grabbed the gravel and rock gravel on the ground with her hands, and squeezed it tightly until her hands felt wet and her nose smelled blood, and then she waited until the pain slowly subsided.

She felt that she was like a wild animal, hurt and in pain, and her first reaction was not to cry □□, but to endure and keep silent.

If you don't have companions, no relatives, and no people who feel sorry for you, what's the use of crying and □□, wasting your body in vain, and it may also cause danger.

She waited for the pain to slowly subside, tensed her body, carefully moved back to find a slightly flat stone to sit down, slowly adjusted her legs to stretch out, gritted her teeth and looked at her rotten cloth skirt.

The culprit's rubble was still sticking to her knee, and the sharp end stabbed into the flesh of her knee, and blood oozed out, wetting a small piece of her skirt and lining.

She gritted her teeth and reached out to pull it out, only to realize that she was still clutching something tightly in her left hand.

When I held it up in front of me, it was a palm-sized piece of iron ore.

Strangely, there is a square protrusion in the lower part of the ore.

It was too neat, she was curious, and looked at the light carefully, it seemed that something was condensed in the ore, and the edges were very neat, it should be an iron plate or something. It felt like a stone was crushed in when it was formed, like a worm in amber.

But how many trillions of years did it take for ore to form, and human civilization didn't exist at that time, right? How is it possible to have such an industrialized smelting product?

She endured her curiosity, put it down first, first dealt with the knee injury, the tip of the gravel stuck to the knee entered the flesh, but it was not difficult to pull out, and the ruthless heart was pulled out at once, and the blood seeped more, she tore off one of the broken cloth skirts, tied the wound to stop the bleeding, and then had the heart to continue to look at the strange stone in her left hand just now.

Sure enough, it seemed like some iron plate was glued to the ore.

can't pull it out, as if it was born like this, and it's all one.

She took out a chisel from the back basket, first a little chisel, the effect was not very good, and she didn't dig out much after a while, so she simply smashed it, this ore looked relatively loose in texture, not as hard as the iron plate there, she lost her patience a little, and she was afraid that Aunt Xiaohua was coming, so she used the chisel to smash the stone.

It was quite easy, but in a few clicks, the ore shattered, and the iron plaque-like object inside peeled away, and there was almost no adhesion to the ore.

Pang Maimai picked it up with a bloody hand.

She moved slightly, and looked at it carefully in the sun, and sure enough, it was a square iron plate, and there was a hole in it, which seemed to be tied to the neck with a rope, which was similar to half the size of her palm, and there was neither a pattern nor half a word on it, but I don't know why, Pang Maimai just felt that it was very textured. Maybe it's as neat as its natural edges, maybe it's not thin or thick, or maybe it's because it flows faintly with a purple sheen in the dark black of the sun.

Pang Maimai was a little moved when he saw it, so he hid it in his arms, planning to go back at night and have nothing to do to weave a rope for it to hang around his neck.

The iron sign was cold to the touch, but after a while, it assimilated to body temperature.

After such a toss, the pain in the leg was lighter.

At this time, the entrance of the cave suddenly darkened, Pang Maimai was startled, and when he looked up, he saw a middle-aged woman in her thirties and forties, wearing a neat green cloth cotton jacket, but the cuffs and placket were a little worn.

"Aunt Xiaohua......"

"You lazy, shameless girl!" The other party scolded viciously: "Do you want to have lunch?" Are you mining now? We eat and drink for you to come to the mountains and rivers? Do you have a little conscience? We'll take you in and give you a full meal, you're fine, but you're lazy to carry a pig iron billet! ”

Aunt Xiaohua scolded for a while and saw the blood on her knee, paused, and scolded again: "Useless girl, I'll just say that Lao Guo is a fool, what's the use of finding a little girl to be an apprentice?" If you don't have the strength to strike iron, you can even wrestle while walking! Don't die soon! ”

Pang Maimai lowered his eyes.

The so-called "delicious and delicious, full meal" probably refers to two meals of corn porridge in the morning and evening, with a small bowl of each meal and a little bit of food.

Well, at least I managed to lose weight.

It's just not a big way to go.

Blacksmith Guo wanted to find a stick boy to be an apprentice, but unfortunately there were no boys in the village willing to come to his house as an apprentice.

He refused to teach the craft, and had to do a lot of heavy work, getting up at three in the morning, sleeping in the middle of the night, all the housework, and no leftovers......

Who will suffer such a sin but himself?

As for why Pang Maimai became a blacksmith apprentice in this small village, it would be a long story.

First of all, she should not have liked parrots, but all kinds of birds.

I didn't think it was a dangerous hobby, but it was unpredictable, but I took a wrong step back while capturing wild birds in the mountains, and I rolled down the cliff and landed here.

When people wake up from a coma, it is often like a sleep, and when they first wake up, they need to remember for a moment before they can think of the here and now, where I am.

And when Pang Maimai woke up at that time, he also thought about it in silence, and looked at the low thatched roofs and earthen walls around him, the smelly straw under his body and the coarse cloth bedding on his body, and then saw a middle-aged woman in a coarse cloth costume holding a notched clay bowl, which was about filled with water.

Pang Maimai thought at first that he had fallen down the mountain and was rescued by the people in the mountains, but when he saw the costume, he felt that it was wrong: it can't be the Peach Blossom Spring, isolated from the world, I don't know what dynasty and what generation it is now, so I wear ancient costumes, right?

The woman spoke with a strange accent, but she could barely communicate.

But I couldn't tell where it was.

It wasn't until she saw the fallen leaves outside the window that she realized that she might have encountered the legendary crossing.

Before she passed out, it was obviously spring.

Touching the body, it's still your own, and I haven't even changed my clothes.

Touching the thighs, there is no obvious thinness or muscle atrophy, and it is impossible to be in a coma for half a year.

She didn't seem to be seriously injured, she was dizzy for two days, and she was able to get out of bed slowly, and her staple food for these two days was corn porridge, which was so thin that it could shine on people, and if she drank it again, I was afraid that she would be even more weak and unable to get out of bed. But she knew that she couldn't complain, the middle-aged woman sometimes looked at her porridge and showed a little distressed expression, as for why the eggs laid by the clucking chickens in the yard couldn't give her two to replenish her body, Pang Maimai expressed her understanding: Judging from the decoration of this woman and this house, eggs must be precious to her. It's not easy for people to save you, so why waste precious eggs for you?

When she was able to get out of bed, she took a walk around the village to see how she was doing.

The village is small, perhaps not too small as a village, with a hundred or so families. Visually, there are few that are in good economic condition.

The first thing she needs to do now is to survive, to figure out where she is and whether she can go back. It's not a good idea to stay in this village.

She is not a farmer, and she has no experience of rural life, so she is definitely not suitable for the farming faction.

Speaking of which, as a female journalist who studies journalism, she has traveled to an era that seems to be very likely to be overhead, and it seems that it is really useless, what can you do?

If you are a man, you have a foundation in writing, and you can also go to the road of the imperial examination.

Although I have only lived here for a few days, men are inferior to women, and the defense of men and women does not seem to be more enlightened than in ancient China. A single woman living alone may be more than just inconvenient.

When you get to the town or the city, you may be able to get rid of some things in your backpack and change some money to do some business.

Although I don't remember the glass formula, I still made handmade soap.

I just don't know if the household registration here is good or not, and whether you want to be guided.

Therefore, Pang Maimai said to himself that he should quickly make up his mind, suppress the confusion and panic hidden in his heart, and respond with his most calm and rational side.

She first counted the contents of her backpack:

At that time, the camera and photographic equipment in my hand were definitely gone, and there were two bottles of mineral water, a few pieces of chocolate, a pack of wet wipes, a bag of dried meat, a bag of bread, a wallet, which contained about 1,000 yuan and various cards, a mobile phone that had run out of battery, a power bank, a bunch of keys, and a Swiss army knife on it.

Some of these things can be useful. For example, the Swiss Army knife.

Some are definitely useless, such as money.

Mobile phones and power banks may be useful someday.

As for the ...... to eat, Pang Maimai directly ate a piece of chocolate to replenish his energy, and ate a piece of dried meat.

She hasn't eaten meat for a few days, she's so greedy.

The bread is already spoiled.

Pang Maimai held it in his hand, looking at this unlucky bread that had stubbornly grown bad bread within a certain period of time and space without knowing what time and space, sighed, and decided to throw it away.

But she washed the plastic bag in which the bread was packed and left it behind.

In the end, he decided to give the dried meat to the middle-aged woman who saved him as a thank you gift, and asked her how to go to the town.

Although the life-saving benefactor was half-intelligible and a little shy, he was also a lot more enthusiastic about the delicious and unusual jerky, and asked her about her situation, but she thought she didn't understand.

In the end, I kindly contacted the person who had a mule cart for her, and took her to town tomorrow.

The village is small, and I know that there is a bit of turmoil, not to mention that I still saved a young "beautiful" woman from an unknown source.

Some speculate that she is a fugitive concubine.

Some speculated that she was a bandit.

Some saw that her hair was not long enough and suspected that she was a female prisoner who had absconded.

Some saw her high-spirited and extraordinary demeanor when she walked in the village, and suspected that she was the daughter of the criminal official who escaped from the crime.

Some bachelors regret that they are not so blessed to save such a young woman, and they can save a bride price.

So the Chen family, who had a mule cart, heard that the number one topic in the village was going to follow their car to the town tomorrow, and they were like seven claws scratching their hearts, and they were very curious, so they agreed to come down.

There are even other idlers who plan to go with them tomorrow to see what the origin of this woman who refuses to tell her history.

The next day, Pang Maimai, who didn't know that he had alarmed the whole village, wore a coarse cloth dress that he had exchanged for his life-saving benefactor, carried an incompatible backpack, stood there and waited for the mule cart, and then politely greeted Chen Da who was driving the car, thanked him, and then climbed into the mule cart.

The mule cart swayed towards the outside of the village.

There were a few idle gangs in the back of the car.

But when I got to the boundary stone at the entrance of the village, something happened suddenly. The mule crossed the boundary stone, but Pang Maimai suddenly fell off the mule cart.

She fell not lightly, and there were people next to her who laughed, and someone said, "Look, look, she can even fall off in the car." ”

But Pang Maimai looked up blankly.

This is not the case.

It was as if she had been pushed down by an invisible force in front of her.

It was as if something invisible was in the way, and the mule cart passed, but she was pushed down.

She stood up in pain and walked towards the mule cart that had crossed the boundary stone and was waiting for her.

But she had only taken two steps to the edge of the boundary stone when she stopped.

His face changed dramatically.

Her outstretched palm seemed to touch something, and even the tentacles were soft and slightly cool, a little elastic, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break through.

Her body can't get out of the range of the boundary stone.

It's as if there's an invisible cover, an enchantment from a comic.

She can't get out of the village.