Han, Zhongping four years.

Winter.

This is the weather of the wax moon, between heaven and earth, the wind is bleak, the snow is fluttering, and under the cold wind, there is a wonderful snow scene of white snow everywhere.

Nanyang County, the largest county in Dahan.

Mushroom Mountain.

This mountain peak is not steep, the mountain is like its name, shaped like a mushroom, and it looks a little flat in the distance, but the location here is somewhat hidden, sandwiched between the mountains on the left and right, far away from the official road, and it is not easy to be found.

If you look at the large map of Nanyang County, this is a very ordinary mountain located between Wuyin City and Duyang City, and the east side of the mountain is almost close to Runan County.

The mountainside of Mushroom Mountain is a flat slope, and on top of the flat slope is a relatively open dwelling.

This row of wooden houses is not so much a dwelling as a slum, all of which are simple houses built with trees on the hills, covered with some straw, which can only barely live in people, cannot protect from the cold, and can hear the sound of people murmuring and shivering under the cold wind and snow.

But it is this piece of dwelling, which stretches from the east to the west of the mountainside, and is home to more than 400 households, adding up to more than 1,500 people, which is more than the population of a bustling and lively town, and has already caught up with the population of some frontier cities.

However, most of these people are old and weak women and children, of which there are less than 300 adult men, and each adult male will wear a very iconic strip of yellow silk around his neck, no matter how he dresses.

In the most central part of the townhouse, there is a house that is relatively complete, built of earth and stone, covered with a tiled roof, and a plaque on the main hall - the Martyrs' Hall.

After dark.

The snow in the sky gradually stopped, but the mountain dwellings covered in light shone with a vivid light, shining under the black sky.

The night was shrouded, and the mountain was very quiet, only the light of an oil lamp still swayed in the majestic wind in the martyr's hall, and the faint light reflected the five square faces kneeling in the martyr's hall.

These five men are all middle-aged men with strong martial arts.

The first person, about forty years old, eight feet tall, full of beard, powerful and powerful, neck tied with yellow silk, eyes like copper bells, plus a scar on the left side of the face like a centipede climbing, suddenly look at it, people will inexplicably feel the fierce and evil breath rushing to the face.

He knelt at the head of the bamboo mat, on his left and right sides, two people knelt on each side, in the middle was an ordinary desk, above the desk, an oil lamp, the light swayed and flickered in the slight crosswind on all sides.

The five of them looked at the oil lamp, their thoughts rang for a long time, and they were silent for a long time.

The man with the scar at the head raised his head, his eyes swept over, looked at the four people around him, and said heavily: "Uncle Wang died today, he starved to death, in this way, the old people and children on the mountain are estimated to have no bark to eat, we have to think of a way, if we can't find food again, maybe we may all starve to death in the mountains this year!" ”

"Big boss, now Zhang Shi's soldiers and horses are chasing us all over the world, and they want to carry our heads to the imperial court to ask for merit, if we go down the mountain at this time, we will inevitably be chased by officers and soldiers, so it is better for us to go to Liu Qushuai in Runan!"

A man sitting on the left, his name is Cheng Luo, the word is Deng, he looks like he is in his early thirties, he has a beautiful hair on his chin, he looks a little Sven, and he has also read the book of basic sages, in Mushroom Mountain, it is considered the position of a dog-headed military advisor, he was silent for a long time before he whispered

"Han Bazi, take refuge in Liu Bi, are you sick in the brain?"

The man sitting next to Cheng Luo was powerful, his name was Lei Gong, his voice was as loud as thunder, his temper was very impatient, his eyes glared at Cheng Luo, and said: "Liu Bi didn't save Qu Shuai when he saw death, and watched the defeat of our Nanyang Yellow Turban, don't say that he won't take us in, even if he will, we can't take refuge in him!" ”

"Lei Dazui, now we are cornered, the government is chasing and killing us, there is not even a mouthful of food on the mountain, the closest to us is him, only he has food to help us, we don't go to him, who to refuge, don't fucking say it's useless, if you have the ability to let more than a thousand people live, I will listen to you!"

Cheng Luo was also a little angry, he glanced at Lei Gong with a slanted gaze, and said coldly.

"Hmph, even if you starve to death, Lao Tzu won't go to Liu Pi's villain!"

"When is it now, can the dignity compare to the food of the people on the mountain?"

"I don't agree anyway!"

"If you don't agree, you can find food yourself!"

"Find it!"

“……”

The two big men were arguing like this, so that the two older men sitting next to them couldn't help but glance at each other, and smiled inexplicably wryly, they couldn't say who was right, they couldn't say who was wrong, but life had forced them to this point.

"Stop arguing, y'all!"

One of the oldest men, who was in his early fifties, had some gray hair on his temples, his name was Zhang Gu, and he was quite majestic, and as soon as he opened his mouth, Cheng Luo and Lei Gong were silent, but they looked at each other as if they were fighting bulls.

"Big boss, what do you think of this matter, whether to take refuge in Liu Bi or continue to stay in Nanyang, we will listen to you!"

Zhang Gu turned his head, looked at the scarred man, and said in a deep voice.

"If Liu Biken takes us in, I personally kneel down and beg him to take us in, but Liu Bi and Gong Du didn't save Qu Shuai when they saw death, I'm afraid they won't take us in Nanyang remnants!"

The body of the scar man is very tall, his name is Mushan, in the character, he is less than forty years old this year, but he looks a little old, the centipede scar on his face is hideous, the evil qi on his body leaks out, he is good at using the hammer, few people can stop the power of his three hammers on the battlefield, nicknamed Mu Sanhammer, he is a fierce general of the Nanyang Yellow Turban back then, and now he is also the boss of more than 1,500 people on the Mushroom Mountain.

As soon as he opened his mouth, several people suddenly hung their heads a little depressed.

"But in any case, in order for us mountain people to have a chance to live, we must always give it a try!"

He pondered for a long time and said, "Zideng, early tomorrow morning, you should immediately hurry up and go to Runan, go to see Liu Bi and Gong Du, put your posture first, test them, and see if they can come up with some food to help us!" ”

"No!"

Cheng Luo has read a little bit of books, he is a poor scholar, and now he is also Mushan's think tank, he nodded in agreement.

"But even so, we can't put all our hopes on Liu Bi and Gong Du, we still have to think about other ways out!" Mushan sighed and said: "There are more than 1,500 people on the mountain, if you go on like this, you can't survive three or five days, you must find food!" ”

"Big boss, why don't we attack Wuyin City, I heard that there is a grain depot in Wuyin!"

Lei Gong said.

"Lei Gong, this time is different from the past, when Qu Shuai was there, we would have no problem even if we fought Wancheng, but we can only fight a few hundred people now, and there are even fewer weapons, can we fight Xiawuyin?"

The silent Zhao Ping spoke, although he was a little smaller than Zhang Gu, but he was also nearly fifty years old, his eyes were hunting, although he was calm on weekdays, but he was cautious, everyone respected him, he said in a cold voice like ice, and said: "Wuyin is a big city, not counting those family private soldiers in the city, just the county government, there are at least 1,000 county soldiers to guard it!" ”

"This is not good, that is not good, we must not starve to death!"

"Nanyang is too stubborn Zhang Zhixin, he is afraid that we will send troops now, once we send troops, he will find out our position, I am afraid that the soldiers of Nanyang County will come in an instant, and we will definitely die at that time!"

"That's it!"

Mu Shan listened to their quarrel, his mind was cloudy, he waved his hand, and said, "I'll think about the attack on Wuyin City first, if it's late today, let's go and have a good rest!" ”

"No!"

The discussion meeting on Mushroom Hill dispersed.

Makiyama also dragged his somewhat tired body back to a small courtyard of his own, which was at the back of the martyr's hall, surrounded by a half-man-high fence, and only a small wooden house.

He touched the darkness, followed the light reflected in the snow outside, walked in, and looked at the young man on the bed who was shivering in the cold, and there was a trace of softness in his tiger eyes.

Nowadays, there is no quilt on the mountain that can keep out the cold, and it is fortunate that every household can have a piece of worn-out cloth as a quilt to use, it is not very cold here in Nanyang, but in this wax moon season, there is no food to eat, no quilt, and there are countless people who freeze to death and starve to death.

"Jing'er, don't worry, no matter what, Dad will definitely be able to get the food back!"

Makiyama clenched his fists, muttered to himself, and then put his gray and patched thin coat on the young man, and walked outside.

When he left, the boy lying on the wooden bed suddenly opened a pair of bright eyes.

Under the light of the snow outside the window, the outline of the young man's face was reflected, he looked about eleven or twelve years old, with a fair complexion and upright facial features, very delicate and a little childish.

"In the fourth year of Zhongping, that is, in the history of 187 A.D., the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, it was really a big era, and the price I paid for stepping on this foot is too surprising!"

The boy's whispered sigh seemed to be reminiscing about something from the past.

The boy's name is Mu Jing, he is the only son of Mu Shan, the master of Mushroom Mountain, twelve years old, he may just be a very ordinary thief boy, but at the same time, he is also a very special person for this world.

What makes him special is that three days ago.

Three days ago, in a very distant time and space, a genius businessman named Mu Longtu, self-made, less than 30, 10 billion net worth, young and rich, dominated the business world, but because of an accidental homicide, became a wanted criminal, was chased by the police, chased to an unknown mountain, stepped on the air, fell off the cliff and died.

And then......

There is no then, Mu Longtu died, and Mu Jing was reborn who froze to death in the cold, and he became the young master of today's Mushroom Mountain, a little thief.

That's what crossing.

The soul travels through time and space, from the 21st century to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty more than 1,800 years ago.

Maybe it was because he was so resentful when he fell from the mountain that God didn't want to accept him, so he became a little wandering spirit in the four years of Zhongping in the Han Dynasty.

It has been three days since he came to this world, and he can already adapt to this body, to the majestic, silent and responsible man as a father, and to this kind of difficult days of not having enough food and clothing.

In three days, he knew enough about the things of this era and the people of this era.

In the fourth year of Zhongping, that is, in 187 years in history, the famous Yellow Turban Rebellion has only passed for three years, and it is estimated that it is only more than a year before the death of Emperor Han Ling, the supreme emperor of the Han Dynasty.

This is a time when troubled times are about to begin.

The most memorable thing for Mujing is ......

He had been hungry for three days.

I never felt so hungry, a piece of bark that he couldn't bite into his teeth every day, don't ask him why he eats, it's a matter of survival.

"All nostalgia, all curiosity, all doubts...... So everything is redundant, it doesn't matter what era it is, what Jin Ge Iron Horse, what ambitions, it's all false, and now, survival is the biggest problem! ”

This is Mu Jing's profound review of himself.