In the middle of the day, Zhao Yong, who went to the toilet, carried his robe, like a frightened rabbit, and ran back one by one, yelling while running: "Teacher, road, road." ”

Zhao Xing smiled: "After almost two months of training in the mountains, how can I even be afraid of a deer, it can be kept as a pet." ”

"Yes, path, really path."

"Fawn, what, path?"

Such news immediately made the two of them suddenly nervous.

I have been in the deep mountains for a long time, and I have been accompanied by birds and beasts, and I suddenly want to see people, but I have a strange feeling. Because of the strangeness, there was tension and a little fear. They weren't sure who the first person they saw would be, a reclusive old man, a playful child, or a powerful hunter and a robber. Of course, if it's a beauty, forget it, a beautiful woman can't appear in this barren mountain.

We must be well prepared to face the human world.

The two men put down their harnesses and began to pack lightly in order to cope with possible battles. The Warring States is the most warlike era for the Chinese, and it is very common for a word to splash blood five steps. Since ancient times, Yan Zhao has been a generous and tragic person, according to human sayings, Yan Zhao men are all reckless men, and fighting and brawling is their own job in their opinion.

When you are about to face someone who is prone to impulsivity, you must be prepared to travel lightly and be ready to fight at any time.

Ropes that must be discarded in order to climb; The hooks made in order to grab them had to be thrown away, and the hammock that night had to be slept in in the tree could not be brought again. But that light stove needs to be carried, and no matter where you go, you can't do without the guy who eats.

It is useful and necessary to loosen the pants that Zhao Yong's skirt has turned into and let it return to its aristocratic appearance again.

Then, Zhao Xing reluctantly buried the lighter that had no gas and buried it carefully. Not only this, but even the clothes and shoes on the body, anyway, all the things that represent the modern era, must be replaced with the things of this era where you can buy clothes from this era. Completely hide the traces that you are not from this era, otherwise it will be a big trouble.

In this era, people can be outstanding, but they must not be different. is still like Lu Ban's father, because he created a big bird that can fly in the sky for three days and three nights without falling, he was regarded as a demon, and everyone worked together to set up a firewood pile and burn it. There are also Galileo, Leonardo da Vinci, and whoever is who, too different, and the ending is miserable.

For such an ending, Zhao Xing has feelings. Looking at the history books, of course, Zhao Xing's so-called history books refer to the history of the website, and it is known that there are not 100,000 travelers, but 200,000. But if you really look at the real history, there is only one and a half Lu Ban's father and Wang Mang who have the shadow of the traverser, so where did the rest go?

It was precisely because he was too alien that he was burned by the local people as chopping wood according to the demons. So, crossing is risky, and execution should be cautious.

Therefore, he can be prominent, but he must not be different, and resolutely make himself like the real gene transmitter of the Zhao people in the Zhao people.

Let Zhao Yong help pull up the already long hair according to the current hairstyle, and pin it with a thorn.

After doing all this, the two of them clenched their swords, took a deep breath, looked at each other, and cheered for each other as if they had never been so nervous: "Let's go, let's go back to the world of extremely dangerous people." ”

The path was submerged in the grass and twisted and twisted, and then they saw a field with a dense valley growing on it. The grain has been tasseled and filled, and the heavy ears have begun to droop. According to this growth, Zhao Xing judged that it is now the golden autumn and August (the ancient month, the same below)

Zhao Yong nervously urged Zhao Xing, who was still observing Gu Chang's growth: "Teacher, don't care about these details, let's hurry up and find someone." ”

Zhao Xing also feels that this should be the case, because as long as he meets people, these crops are no longer what he needs to care about. Because as soon as he entered the market, he was at least a taxi, and he would be an aristocrat in the future, and the aristocracy would no longer have to care about the grains, which would be very unimportant.

Standing up, lifting the sword and just about to take a step, they saw a person, and saw a person who was originally very kind, but when he saw two people raising their swords and being on guard, they became very hostile.

A linen peasant, that is, a man with two sections of clothes, put down the plow on his shoulder, that is, the forked spade, as a weapon, and asked vigilantly: "Guest, where did you come from?" ”

It means where the guests come from.

It's not that the author doesn't know how the ancients of the Warring States period spoke, in fact, this is Ya in the bone marrow, if people say so now, it's pretending.

And as people become more and more superficial, it has become the exaggerated and conspicuous way of language of today's people. The only person who retains this way of speaking is the Emperor of Japan. Of course, they don't call it that, they call this way of speaking the crane sound, and when they say it, it is in the same tune as a chicken that has stepped on its neck, which is called bird language.

(Well, in the future, it will be a colloquial, and Yayin will not be mentioned)

Seeing such a costume, Zhao Xing and Zhao Yong were relieved, put away their swords, and Zhao Yong stepped forward and arched his hand: "We have been lost in the mountains for many days, and we came to your place by mistake, sorry to disturb you." ”

The voice returned to his original noble elegance and soothing, and when he listened to it, it made people wary of it, and there was a feeling like a spring breeze.

Hearing such a voice, the farmer hurriedly threw away the shovel in his hand and respectfully saluted again: "The person who came from afar is the person who has left the disaster, seeing that the two are extraordinary, they must be nobles, if you don't dislike it, you might as well go to my home to rest and drink saliva." ”

The ancients were hospitable, simple and warm-hearted, and when they saw the appearance of two people, they immediately warmly invited them to his house to rest.

While modestly refusing, he followed the host, and inquired about the content of dinner.

Following the guidance of the master, I came to an independent courtyard with twists and turns.

There were no other houses here, only this one, a wooden fence covered with moss, a house made of rammed earth and covered with thick thatch, because in the north, in order to keep warm, there were not big windows, of course there was no glass or anything, just a few wooden posts. On top of the wooden pillar, a small bundle of straw mats was rolled, which was used to keep the wind out at night.

The peasant pushed open the fence door and shouted into the house, "Guests have arrived." ”

In this lonely place, having guests is a joy in any case.

With the sound, there was a noise in the room and stopped, and then a woman in a silk skirt came out, followed by a girl and a child, and when she saw the visitor, the woman bowed and said that she had seen the guest, and the child ran back to the house with a smoke, hiding behind the door, biting her fingers and looking at the two people in a strange way.

When I entered the house, it was dim, but fortunately, it was afternoon, and the sunlight came in obliquely through the small window hole, shining in the room, hazy, and I could see the objects clearly, so as not to hit the door frame directly.

There is no inner and outer room in the house, and there is no door frame, about three rooms, which is a transparent. On the west side is an old loom, and looking at it, a white cloth is about to end, which is very suitable for the current life, men plough and women weave.

Then in the middle, there was no kang in the north, and there was a straw mat on the flat ground, which was already rubbing the fluff and crumbs, and Zhao Xing and Zhao Yong were allowed to sit on this mat.

Zhao Yong is really kneeling, so natural and decent, and very comfortable. And Zhao Xing staggered Zhao Yong's shoulder, which means that he has recognized that Zhao Yong is a son, and he is no longer like a wild child in the mountains, who raises his hand and scolds when he splits his head. But he was really not used to this kind of sitting posture, so he sat cross-legged and put his hands on his knees and looked left and right. This action is really indecent in this era, Zhao Yong glanced at him, and could only shake his head with a wry smile, thinking that this was the teacher's uninhibited hermit demeanor.

After sitting down, ask what the place is, what is the owner's surname, etc.

According to this owner, this is Daigun.

Well, the two of them went around and around, and they actually transferred from the border of Shanggu to Daijun, but it was not close, but it was not far from Jinyang, the capital of Shangdu.

Anyway, it's close to home.