"Evil, evil, you are the evil, your whole family is evil!" Just when Ren Cong racked his brains and pondered what to do in order to leave a good impression on the master, Zhang Qian, the master in his eyes, kicked the dirt on both sides of the mountain road without any image, and scolded in a low voice.

previously decisively rejected Ren Cong's invitation and chose to part ways with the other party, Zhang Qian was not because he drank a lot of mash after strenuous exercise, and he was drunk and irrational.

It's not because, after the mind is violently stimulated, the square inch is chaotic and acts wildly.

The reason why he chose to quickly separate from the other party was because he was wary of a group of strangers in a completely unfamiliar environment.

When he first came to Datang, he had no relatives and was located in the wilderness, and reason told him that he must not pin his safety on the moral standards of a group of strangers.

Although the strangers heard his cries for help, and kindly put medicine on his wounds, and invited him to drink the moromi grains. But who can guarantee that the invitation of the strangers did not contain any evil intentions?

Besides, what kind of virtue does he have to Zhang Qian, when they first met, he was treated as a guest by a son of the Tang Dynasty?

As the saying goes, if you have nothing to do, you will be a thief. Therefore, the more enthusiastic Ren Cong and others were before, the less steady-minded Zhang Qian's heart became.

This kind of unsteadiness has a great relationship with his personal growth experience. also partly comes from his cautious observation of Ren Cong and others.

On more than one occasion, he noticed that the sloppy man in the blue round hat was secretly staring at him. From head to toe, every piece of clothing, even school bags, belts, and shoelaces, I didn't let go!

That kind of gaze is definitely not only curious, but also vaguely reveals a greed that is desperately trying to hide. It was as if he wanted to strip him naked at any moment and let him walk naked in the sunset.

Especially when he emptied his schoolbag, the blue round-hat was sloppy, and he couldn't wait to burrow his head into the schoolbag. At that time, in his school bag, the only thing that could be directly seen by this person was the "Song of Ice and Fire" covered with rubble and dirt on the surface, which was still the original English version.

Zhang Qian did not believe that a Tang Dynasty Jianghu Langzhong could understand English in the 21st century. No matter how early his history teacher died, he would not have told him that as early as the Tang Dynasty, the Silk Road had been connected to England! What's more, the difference between ancient English and modern English is no less than classical Chinese and Mandarin!

Since he was sure that the sloppy Langzhong couldn't read English, Zhang Qian was even more worried about walking with this person. Although he didn't have anything of value in his bag, and when he smashed the wolf with his bag, those things might have been broken. But those things, no matter what, are testimonies of his existence in the twenty-first century.

When he bought it, it wasn't worth a few dollars, but now for him, it's worth a fortune!

Thinking that the items in the schoolbag might be broken by the wolf's head, Zhang Qian's heart jerked. Looking back and seeing that there was no one around, he quickly stopped, opened his schoolbag, and carefully examined it in the afterglow of the evening.

The front and back covers of A Song of Ice and Fire are all finished, and there are a dozen pages of paper next to each of the front and back covers, which are also ground down by stones. However, due to the thickness of the book, the Huawei phone sandwiched in the center of the page only has a thin line in the lower left corner of the screen, which does not affect any normal functions except for those related to the network.

This made Zhang Qian's tense nerves immediately relax a lot. Then he quickly opened a zipper, and hopefully turned out the solar charger between the two sponge-covered mezzanines.

The battery board didn't break! It's just that the plastic shell is deflated, revealing the printed circuit board inside, but the printed circuit board is also intact!

The great joy from the heart brought tears to his eyes. With a slight sniff, he continued to hopefully open the other bag and quickly pulled out the contents.

Luck seems to have ended here, the chocolate chip cookies used to replenish energy for self-study at night have broken into a pack of cookie crumbs. The sunglasses used to protect the eyes were also shattered into a pile of plastic and glass.

Gritting his teeth and tearing open the plastic packaging, he poured all the biscuit crumbs into his mouth, and then reluctantly felt for the next storage space in his school bag. The wallet is still there, and in addition to a few red, green, and green yuan, there are also two savings cards. The savings card is not broken, and there is still a hardship subsidy that the school regularly calls him, the question is, where can he find an ATM in Datang? In the Tang Dynasty, no matter how much RMB there is, what is the difference between it and waste paper?

It's a thought to keep it. He couldn't bear to throw away the yuan and the savings card, and sighed softly, he put away his wallet and reached for the next hidden pocket. A Swiss Army knife made in Yiwu that is only the size of a little finger, and a small bottle of wind oil essence used in evening self-study to catch mosquitoes. Also, there is a board of all-purpose elixir Baifuning, also known as paracetamol. The two boards begged the school doctor for half an hour yesterday before they were prescribed cephalosporin!

The first two are intact, and although the latter two are all flattened, it does not affect the efficacy.

Sighing, he put everything except the cookie wrapper back in its original place. He closed his bag and checked himself again.

A blended shirt, a cotton vest, a leatherette belt, a pair of underwear, a pair of jeans torn by wolves, a pair of travel shoes, and, as well, a piece of Yiwu high-imitation green water ghost Rolex!

These are all his belongings, and next, he must rely on these things to gain a foothold in Datang and strive to live like a person!

"God, you told me earlier, and I'll bring corn, peppers, and potato seeds!" Since he was a child, he has learned not to cry and wipe his tears, and muttered with a wry smile, Zhang Qian carried the schoolbag red with wolf blood and took another step.

Zhang Qian remembered that Ren Cong said that Jixiang Temple was nearby, and the mountain gate of Jixiang Temple was facing the Meridian Road.

The meridian road can go directly to Chang'an City, and Chang'an City, as the capital of the Tang Dynasty, the people nearby are used to seeing visitors from all over the world, so they should not refuse to teach him a few words of Tang dialect.

As it turned out, he was too wishful thinking.

Two minutes later, his feet stepped over the steps of the temple and the gate of the temple closed with a "bang". Immediately after, the crisp and melodious bell rang in the temple, accompanied by the sound of curling green smoke and Lang chanting, announcing to him that he must not be disturbed.

"What a pie, I'm not here to eat!" Vaguely feeling a pain at the tip of his nose, Zhang Qian cursed in a low voice and turned to leave.

Angry is angry, but he doesn't feel disappointed. If the monks were hospitable, there would be no sentence left in history, "The church has gone to the west and the east, and I am ashamed of the bell after the meal". He vaguely remembered that the stingy monk involved in the poem was from the Tang Dynasty. It's just that the temple is not near Chang'an.

Secretly in his stomach, he despised the monks in the world, and Zhang Qian stepped on the meridian road. Less than two miles along the road, he saw several homes.

The first household, without waiting for him to reach the door, hurriedly closed the chai door, and his movements were more neat than the monks of Jixiang Temple. In the second house, he knocked on the door of the courtyard for a long time, but there was silence inside. The door of the third house was hidden, but he had just stopped at the door, and before his fingers could touch the door panel, a watchdog the size of a donkey came out of it!

"Don't bite, I'm not a bad person!" didn't have the strength to fight with the dog again, so Zhang Qian turned around and ran. ran for more than half a mile in one breath before finally leaving the guard dog behind.

"Damn, what about the good harvest year? What about the wine talk? Wouldn't it be nice to have friends from afar? Liar, what the book says is all deception! Holding his knees with his hands and panting and scolding, Zhang Qian wanted to cry again without tears.

No one answered him, only the barking of dogs, which resounded through the wilderness. "Wang, Wang, Wang......"