17 Zhou Dao returned to the small courtyard of Mrs. Xu's house in Zhuxi Town, and told her that she planned to live for a long time, and directly gave 1,500 yuan per month as the cost of food and lodging.

In the dead of night, Zhou Dao turned over and got out of bed, put on his shirt and lit the oil lamp, moved the table under the beam, and climbed onto the table with a slight trembling. He stopped, closed his eyes slightly, and stood silently in mid-air, and there was only the sound of insects in the four fields. He stretched out his hand, groped his way to the top of the beam, pulled out a sack of burlap from a crack in a groove, and opened the table.

It was a small roll of bills, three hundreds, one ten, one one, and one one-dollar coin, "Now there are two ten-dollar bills." Zhou Dao thought to himself. With a snap, a cluster of flames lit, and what was wrapped in the banknote was a pale yellow transparent liquid lighter, which Zhou Dao held in his hand and looked at the flame.

Before he went to the county seat with Pan Hu, he quietly divided his belongings into two parts, one with him and one hidden here. The mobile phone he carried with him also uninstalled some of the functions, and he was reluctant to delete the photos, so he put them in a hidden folder. He doesn't want people to see portraits, especially pictures of him, on his phone, which could be described as witchcraft.

Zhou Dao didn't know what he would encounter when he went to the county seat, and he didn't know if he could come back, or if his things were still here after he came back. The bag was so small that the crack in the beam barely fitted in. At the bottom of the sack was a bright silver flat key, which was the key to his house.

After spending the rest of his days wandering around and meeting people he was interested in, he was ready to get to know and integrate into the world. People were also curious about him, willing to talk to him, surprised by his differences, and gradually got used to his presence. Everyone called him "Zhou Gongzi", which was not only a name for him, but also a nickname for him.

It is now roughly the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, and Zhou Dao has a basic judgment. The Great Song Dynasty had already started a war with Mongolia more than ten years ago, except for the first two years of the war was particularly fierce, both sides were engaged in large-scale wars and repeated see-saws, especially some important roads and cities in front of them were captured and occupied, and later recovered, which has basically formed a stalemate for more than ten years. At present, the Mengsong Dynasty is roughly facing each other along the Yangtze River in the central and eastern regions, and the west is facing off in the northern part of Sichuan, that is, in the Lizhou area. Fortunately, the place where Zhou Dao is now is not affected by the war has not been greatly affected, and due to the war, the number of people who have fled here has increased, and it has become more lively in recent years.

"My Great Song Dynasty is full of people, even if the Tartar is ferocious, it is difficult to last, it can't last, it will not last, and it will be consumed like this, just like the confrontation between Song and Jin a hundred years ago. As long as you use your life up and down, it is very possible to recover my hometown in the north of the Great Song Dynasty! "Old man Xu, who is quite famous in the town, said this, this is basically the mainstream view of the current Great Song Dynasty, which not only increases our morale but also destroys the prestige of the Tartars, which is very impassioned! Zhou Dao's history is not good, but he has also heard the phrase "Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties".

He thought of running away. It seems that there is no other choice, does his Han face have to wait for the Mongols to kill? By this time he had heard many stories about how the Tartars were murderous, and that the Song, Jin, and Tangut had been almost genocidal, and he could not hope that he was a survivor. Even if he survived, would he be able to accept Mongol rule over the fourth-class southerners? Maybe he didn't have a choice, maybe he would be counted as a third-class Han or a dead man. Thinking of this, his anxious heart seemed to be even more urgent, time, how much time is left? He didn't know. It seems that there is only escape, where to escape? This becomes a problem. Taiwan doesn't seem to be able to do it, at least as far as the Philippines, Malaysia, and of course his motherland, which is far away from the Great Zhou Dynasty in Australia.

Zhou Dao half lay on the bamboo couch in the courtyard to take advantage of the coolness, and adjusted his sleeping position to make himself more comfortable. He swiped the screen in his mind to remove the mess, like the Vietnamese guerrillas he was dreaming of leading LinkedIn in the jungle of Indochina against the Tartar invasion. He blinked vigorously and returned to normal.

Analysis, planning, roadmapping, mind mapping are all his professions. If you want to escape, how can you escape? He had some impressions, how big was the territory of the Mongol Empire? Anyway, it's big, it's big, it's big, and there's no drama on the mainland, unless he wants to hike over the Himalayas to India, where he doesn't know what's going on, and he probably doesn't have the ability to do it yet. If you go to the Philippines, not to mention that there are nearly 2,000 kilometers or 3,400 miles from here to the coast of Guangdong and Guangxi. In this era, with such sailing technology, I took an unknown sea ship to the Philippines and faced people who couldn't understand the language and people I didn't understand. OMG! Mission impossible! A long sigh.

Or maybe he had another way to live: to join the Mongols. Zhou Dao thought about it, first of all, what qualifications does he have to take refuge, it takes capital to sell himself, does he have the right or money or someone? Lamentable. Except for these three hundred guan, he can't sell it! Moreover, he thought that he could not do it by slaughtering his own clan, even if it was other clans, especially women and children, to find a way out for himself. It's his weakness, the weakness of human nature, because he's still human. He wasn't a good man, but he was sure he was human, at least for now, even if he would be a dead man in the future. Ay!

He doesn't want to live against his will and live against his will... He didn't want his fate to be taken away by someone else's words. If you are a human being, you have to live like a human being!

Strength, strength, strength! It's not a fart without strength, even if he wants to escape, if he doesn't have the strength, he may not even be able to get out of this Ziyang County.

How can we be strong? This is a problem. He thought of honeycomb coal and poetry. Yes, it is.

Before Zhou Dao or should be called after, anyway, it's very messy, let's put it this way, he has seen some novels and TV series with a cross-theme theme, and the usual shortcut is to become famous by reciting ancient poems, so as to win the favor of high-ranking officials and rich people. It's a pity that his ancient literary literacy is not a little hot, and it's better than nothing. The memory is not good, and the recitation when I go to school can be remembered for a while is "the broken intestine man bows his head at the end of the world and misses his hometown". Don't say the words, there are too many words to remember. The key is that now he can only recite poems after the Tang and Song dynasties, and he remembered the "pear blossom body", and this road does not work.

Honeycomb coal is not good, it is surrounded by green hills, lush vegetation, and there is no worry about burning wood at all, and the demand for a larger fart is limited, even if he moves to a place where there is a demand, this thing is seasonal, and it is easy to learn and has no cost, which also means that there is no threshold, and it will be rotten immediately, and the premise of all this must be that there is coal nearby.

He knew that the Song Dynasty would be destroyed, and the time was very tight, when would it be destroyed? He didn't know. It was the Yuan that destroyed the Song Dynasty, and now it is called Mongolia, and the common people call them Tartars, and there may be some time. Is that really the case? Was it renamed Yuan after the Mongols destroyed the Song Dynasty, or was it renamed the Song Dynasty after the Yuan Dynasty was destroyed? These are small details from a historical point of view, but they are related to his life! He was inclined to the latter, and he learned that the current Mongol emperor, whom they called the Great Khan, was a man named Möngke, unheard of. But he was still unsure and was troubled by it. What to do? Zhou Dao often thinks hard, and the projects are excluded one by one. He wandered around in the town and county, and it was no longer a problem to listen, and his speech gradually became smoother, and he became acquainted with the local people.

Time passes imperceptibly. More than half a year passed in a blink of an eye, until one day he came to the edge of Zhuxi Town, the waterfall at the foot of the mountain, which was the place he saw when he first came out of the mountain. He looked at the boulder, looked at the bubbling stream, and suddenly something flashed through his mind, and the clear stream flew down the waterfall and joined the Zhuxi River in front of him, and he was shocked. It's as if you see them rushing into the river and eventually into the sea. That's his sea, the blue ocean.