"Uh-huh, uh-huh!" Just as Zhang Qian was about to hit the blue round hat hard with his knee, the black round hat suddenly coughed loudly.

A series of coughing sounds immediately saved the nose of the blue round hat. The latter quickly realized his gaffe, quickly moved his hand away from the wound on Zhang Qian's thigh, and clenched his fists, "#&%%¥#!" ”

"Forget it!" Zhang Qian saw that the other party wanted to apologize, and shook his head suddenly. Immediately, he shook his body vigorously and broke free his arm from the hands of the four "cloth turbans". Bend down and pick up your bag.

Whether the blue round hat acted intentionally or unintentionally, he didn't want to have anything to do with this person anymore. Now he is a newcomer, and he has two lives. In case the other party really has any special hobbies as he guessed before, he won't have time to cry!

It's no wonder that Zhang Qian is sensitive, as a child who grew up in an orphanage, the malice he has been exposed to in his life is far beyond the imagination of his peers. If it weren't for this sensitivity, he had escaped the prying eyes of those human-faced beast-hearted people in advance again and again, and he might have fallen into the clutches of a certain monster.

"Bad Guy ¥%#@!" Sensing his embarrassment keenly, the expression on Lang Zhong's face became more and more embarrassed. Clenched his hands into fists and added loudly again.

Zhang Qian frowned and glanced at this person, put down his schoolbag, and bowed his hand to greet everyone around, "Thank you for your help, there is still a little urgency in the future, go first!" Goodbye everyone! ”

With that, he picked up his schoolbag full of stone chips and staggered along. I'm afraid that if I go slowly, the blue yirke hat will come up with some new tricks.

"Bad #%¥#¥#¥!" Seeing this, the blue ballad was in a hurry, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop it, explaining loudly.

"What do you want to do?" Zhang Qian was stimulated by this action, and his hair stood on end. Standing up suddenly, his eyebrows were angry, and the muscles in his arms and waist instantly tightened again.

He still hasn't recovered from his deactivation yet, but he can't sit still! If the other party continues to entangle, and is beaten to death by the "cloth turbans", he will also smash the head of the blue round hat with a schoolbag full of stone chips and books like he did before smashing the wolf.

"Bad #%¥#¥#¥!" The blue roundcoat was taken aback by Zhang Qian's movements, and waved his hand to quickly dodge. At the same time, explain loudly with a red face. “#%￥#￥#￥！ #%￥#￥#￥！ ”

Zhang Qian didn't understand his words, and he didn't bother to listen to them. Shaking his head, he pulled his legs and left. The blue round hat wanted to stop it again, but for fear of causing a greater misunderstanding, he was so anxious that he pierced his hands and shouted: "Evil #%¥#¥#¥!" ”

"Bad #¥#¥! #%￥#！ The black yarke hat onlooker Qing knew that if this continued, the misunderstanding between the two sides would definitely get deeper and deeper. Jumping off the mount, he took out a bulging leather bag from under the saddle, and handed it to Zhang Qian with both hands.

"For me, what?" Zhang Qian instinctively reached out to pick it up, and asked loudly at the same time.

"Sleep, sleep!" The black yarkeke explained aloud, and then he raised his hand, put it to his mouth, and tilted his head in an inverted shape.

"Sleep? Why don't you sleep with your son! Zhang Qian's brows furrowed, and his eyes widened angrily. Immediately, I realized that I had misunderstood the kindness of the black round hat. The bag is filled with water, or a drink, anyway, just open it and look at it.

Putting the bag at his feet, he hesitated to untie the rope that bound the mouth of the bag, first glanced at the wet powder on his thigh, hesitated again and again, and finally, raised his head, raised the mouth of the bag to his mouth, and took a small sip.

The liquid in the bag made contact with his tongue and throat and rolled silently into his esophagus and stomach.

It's a little rancid, and it vaguely seems to be a little sweet. Zhang Qian took a sip and took a sip gently. There was a smell of fermented grain, which quickly poured into his nostrils. At the same time, a soft warmth slowly welled up from the stomach.

It's not sleeping, it's water and wine! That's a damn local pronunciation!

No, it can't be counted as water wine, at most it can only be counted as mash!

Any mash that Zhang Qianqian had drunk before was much thicker than the bag he was in now.

However, at this moment, he felt that he had drunk the jade liquid elixir!

The amount of sugar in the mash made from millet is far greater than that of alcohol.

And he has just lost his strength, and at this moment, what he needs most is to replenish sugar!

Glancing at the black round hat gratefully, Zhang Qian decisively opened his mouth wide and swallowed the siphon at the leather bag!

After three or five mouthfuls, his legs no longer trembled. After seven or eight sips, his arm regained a little strength. When the small half-sack of mash fell into his stomach, his chest no longer became astringent, his scalp no longer numb, and his waist gradually began to straighten.

"Bad Guy #&......%!" The bold act of drinking mash won him a full house, and quickly shortened the distance between him and everyone.

"Evil, evil!" The blue baller also took the opportunity to step forward, first grabbing the surface of the pants on his own thighs with his hands, and rubbing them repeatedly with his hands. Then he pointed to the vicinity of Zhang Qian's thigh wound, and raised his thumb with a red face, "Knowledge, Zhai!" ”

"You're talking about the fabric of jeans?" Zhang Qian understood what it meant to pick up his thumb, and his eyes hesitantly swept to the wound on his thigh, and in an instant, he suddenly realized.

I really wronged the blue ballus! What this person was interested in just now was not his thighs at all, but the jeans on his thighs. More precisely, the canvas that makes jeans!

The clothes on the blue round hat and others were probably torn into strips of cloth long ago if they fell under the wolf's claws. And the jeans on his body were only torn three times, and effectively blocked most of the attack power of the wolf's claws!

"Zhai, zhai!" Lang Zhong in the blue round hat finally cleared his "crime" and danced happily.

"Jeans, pants worn by cow babies, canvas!" Feeling deeply guilty for wronging a good person, Zhang Qian smiled and handed the leather pocket back to the black round hat, pointed to his jeans, and explained loudly.

"Solid!" The black yarke hat smiled and gave a thumbs up, admiring how strong the jeans were. seemed to be deaf to the rest of Zhang Qian's words.

"It's for herding cows, so it's called cowboy!" Now that he has figured out that the blue rogue hat is not a "dead chicken", Zhang Qian is not in a hurry to part ways with everyone. Squatting down, grabbing a stone, the dragon flew and drew a shepherd boy and a cow. Then, pointing to the shepherd boy's trousers, and then to his jeans, he explained loudly, "Herding the cows, herding the cows wearing, sturdy!" ”

"Solid!" The two round-hatted and bunker-turbans finally understood the first word in his words, and raised their thumbs in unison.

"Sail!" Zhang Qian was greatly encouraged, and made persistent efforts, drawing a sailboat on the ground, pointing to the sail, and pulling up the fabric on his jeans, "Canvas!" ”

"Flip the silk!" Everyone was stunned, and their faces were full of relief.

"I'm down!" Zhang Qian drew another finger pointing at the little figure on his chest, and then did the same action. "Me! Next! ”

"Evil!" Everyone pointed their fingers to their chests and corrected in unison. "Under the wall!"

"You!" Zhang Qian became more and more confident, and drew another villain, pointing his finger at another person of the same kind opposite.

"Thou!" Everyone stretched out their fingers and pointed at Zhang Qian, correcting them in unison, and their voices were full of excitement.

"I, Zhang Qian!" With the beginning, the communication between the two sides will definitely become smoother and smoother. With great confidence, Zhang Qian pointed his finger at himself again.

"Bad luck!" Everyone took a half step back and clasped their fists at him.

"Bad guys, no!" Zhang Qian was so anxious that he waved his hand again and again, and tried to introduce his name and surname again, "Bad luck, no, Zhang Qian!" ”

"Bad luck!" The crowd threw their fists at him again, resolutely refusing to repeat his name.

"You're a villain, your whole family is a villain!" Zhang Qian was so anxious that he scolded in his stomach, but he couldn't do anything about everyone.

"Bad #&......%!" Seeing that Zhang Qian no longer insisted, everyone thought that he had admitted the name of "evil", so they were so proud, and a series of local languages immediately popped out of their mouths.

"Oh my God!" Zhang Qian was so anxious that he beat his chest and feet, and he couldn't bear the pain.

This is probably the saddest crossing in history, there is no old man, no system, and he can't even speak the local language! God, if you just hit a thunderbolt and kill me!

"Boom!" There was a muffled thunder in the distance!

It's going to rain, the sun before sunset. The dark clouds were rolling on the other side of the mountain, but the sky was still blue above everyone's heads.

"God, I'm your ancestor!" Stimulated by the thunder, a momentum of not admitting defeat quickly surged from Zhang Qian's heart. Cursing loudly, he squatted down, grabbed a stone as a pen, and wrote the ground, "Down, I, Zhang Qian!" ”

“&……%￥￥#！” The cloth turbans were taken aback, shouting and backing as they all looked at the black yarella.

The man wearing a strange black round hat strode forward, squatted down, looked at the words on the ground, and his face was full of surprise, "Evil #%¥¥?" ”

I quickly realized that this kind of communication was a matter of seeking the near and the far. This person picked up another stone and squatted opposite Zhang Qian to write hard, one by one, all in traditional Chinese as if they were fake, "Master literacy? Remnant words? Is the master's name Zhang Qian, or is it the name of the law? In Xia Chang'an, Ren Cong, this is polite! (Note 1)

It's good to be able to communicate, even if the other party writes traditional characters, and there are a lot more strokes than common traditional characters!

In an instant, Zhang Qian was so happy that he almost jumped up!

Forcibly suppressing the urge to laugh out loud, he used the stone as a pen and continued to write hard, "I am not a master in the next, my surname is Zhang in the next, and my name is Qian." Thank you Brother Ren for your help! ”

"Not a master? Brother Zhang's hair? Ren Cong wasted a lot of effort before he even guessed and figured out what Zhang Qian wrote. After pondering for a moment, he slowly responded in traditional Chinese. "I'm talking too much, Brother Zhang forgive me. Brother Zhang doesn't have to be polite, he came down too slowly, he didn't help anything, and he didn't dare to take credit! ”

"May I ask Brother Ren, where is this place?" Zhang Qian's ability to recognize traditional Chinese characters is far stronger than Ren Cong's ability to recognize simplified characters. As soon as the other party finishes writing, he immediately cuts back to the topic he urgently needs to know.

"This place, of course, is San'in Township. Brother Zhang has lost his way? Because of the short content, Ren Cong recognized quickly and answered quickly this time. (Note 2)

"San'in Township? San'in, but does it mean Shanbei? I really lost my way down, and I don't know where I am at the moment! Learning from the previous lessons, Zhang Qian tried to write the sentences as short as possible, and tried to imitate the ancient texts he had learned.

"Of course San'in is Shanbei! In fact, the road here is easy to find. Brother Zhang folded three or four hundred steps to the east, and you can see the mountain gate of Xiangji Temple! The meridian road is just below the mountain gate. Brother Tai walked to the middle of the road, and you could see Chang'an! The words written by Zhang Qian were confused, and the words written by Ren Cong obviously became scribbled.

"Xiangji Temple? How can it be?! God, have you had enough! Zhang Qian shouted and stood up, looking around, his face full of disbelief!

Wearing around, I am still on the edge of Xiangji Temple!

This is the location of Chang'an University Town (Xi'an South University Town)!

God, you'd better hit me with a thunderbolt and kill me!

Note 1: Fragment characters, i.e. simplified characters. From the Wei and Jin dynasties, the ancients informally simplified some characters for the convenience of writing. It is called a remnant character.

Note 2: Losing your way means getting lost.

Note 3: Xiangji Temple was built in the early Tang Dynasty, and the terrain was relatively high. The scale of the temple is also huge. In ancient times, it served as a visible landmark.