"Hello, uncle, may I ask what kind of place is this?" Zhang Mingyuan held back the lingering pain in his chest and said the first words after coming to this region, although his voice was full of tearing and hoarseness like breaking his vocal cords.

The uncle was stunned for a moment, obviously a little uncomfortable with the word 'hello', but at least he made sure that he hadn't been completely stupid, and grinned: "Baisha Town." ”

"Baisha --- Town?" Zhang Mingyuan was stunned, only to feel that his brain capacity was insufficient, and he tried to search for this unfamiliar name, and after a while, he suddenly found that he didn't know anything about it.

"Isn't it the town of Fur?"

This time it was the uncle's turn to be dumbfounded......

"Fur Town?" After a pause, he brushed his beard: "Don't say that the old man is lonely and unheard, the old man also roamed the north and south of the world when he was young, and there is no old man in the jurisdiction of the entire Ningbo Prefecture, I don't know, but the old man has never heard of the Fuer Town you said." I think about the old man, I ........."

"Uncle, give me a hand."

"Oh!"

..............

Zhang Mingyuan held back the pain and said with a little frustration: "Ningbo Mansion? Uncle, isn't it Ningbo City? Please, old man, stop torturing me. ”

"When did the old man torture you? You kid don't know how to do it, Ningbo Mansion is Ningbo Mansion. The uncle brushed his beard and thoughtfully: "Ningbo City? It seems to be very atmospheric, could it be that I am lonely and unheard, when did the imperial court change its name? I don't know. ”

"The Imperial Court? Ningbo Mansion? Zhang Mingyuan suppressed the sudden shock and said incoherently: "Big... Uncle, what year is it? ”

The uncle obviously couldn't keep up with his jumping thinking, fell into deep thought, stared at him curiously, and then, his hands clenched his fists and arched to the north, extremely positive: "Thirty-four years of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty." ”

Zhang Mingyuan looked at him with great pity, and had to persuade: "Uncle, life is like this, we can't be cynical!" People are destined to be destined for this life route, there will always be some bumpy roads, no matter what kind of life you encounter, you must always go down the river and see some fate. Uncle, you are older, and it is not a way to be muddy in this life, so how can you be worthy of your life? ”

The uncle looked shocked, looked at him like a monster, and suddenly stammered: "..... The old man lived for more than seventy years...."

"Uncle, more than 70 years is not long, but it is not short, as long as we can recognize the status quo and not indulge in the ethereal past, there are no ups and downs that cannot be overcome. Wasting one's life is the greatest sin, don't you say........"

The uncle was stunned for a long time, stood up, looked at the sky, and sighed.........

"Young man, the old man has not wasted this life."

Zhang Mingyuan said earnestly: "Uncle, you have to face the status quo and start all over again." ”

"The old man really can't understand today's teachings, and I don't know ......."

"Idle is idle, let's chat!"

Silent................

Although his words just now were a bit perfunctory, looking at the uncle's surprised look, Zhang Mingyuan was really a little unbearable, but he felt that it was necessary to enlighten the uncle again.

"Uncle, for example, do you think that it is the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty, and it should be .......... today."

The uncle looked disdainful: "Young man, you are self-aware, look at what you are wearing!" ”

Zhang Mingyuan looked at pity and dealt a hard blow to his uncle's provocation........

I looked at what I was wearing, and after just one glance, my heart was beating wildly.......

This Nima is exactly the same as the old man's dress, except that he has an extra pair of straw sandals on his feet, and he touches his hairstyle indiscriminately.......

"I'll go, what's going on?"

"Da-Ming-Jia-Jing-three-ten-four-year." The old man stared at him angrily, clenched his fists slightly, and said word by word, his tone was very gloomy.

"Ahh

It's like a thunderbolt, and this is the second one today.

Da Ming? Jiajing? Alchemy? Cabinet? Woko? .......... Countless nouns that can only be seen in novels or on television, like swarming mosquitoes, surround the brain, buzzing and buzzing.

For just a moment, Zhang Mingyuan felt his heart tighten: "Nima, it's over." "I fainted.

Fortunately, as a special soldier, Zhang Mingyuan was extremely determined, and he woke up after a while.

The uncle sighed and said, "Young man, life is like this, we can't be cynical!" People are destined to be destined for this life, there will always be some bumpy roads, no matter what kind of life they encounter, they must always go down the river and see some fate........"

'Teng' sat up straight, grabbed the uncle who was looking at him in amazement, cried and asked expectantly, "Uncle, who is the first assistant of the cabinet?" ”

"Yan Song, that bastard." The sound of gnashing teeth.

"Who is the second assistant to the cabinet?"

"Elder Xu Ge."

"Xu Jie?"

"Hmm!"

"What about Qi Jiguang?"

"The current general of the Zhejiang Metropolitan Division." The color of pride fills the face.

............

After a long time of asking and answering, Zhang Mingyuan finally became convinced that the uncle in front of him who was not amazing, unthinking, and eloquent was by no means comparable to the uncle of the poor ravine in his previous life, because it was absolutely impossible for people in the poor countryside in the previous life to grasp the political situation of a dynasty so clearly, and this uncle in the ravine spoke so 'literate', even in the previous life, everyone in Chinese studies was just like this.

After thinking about it for a while, Zhang Mingyuan finally realized in despair that he had been 'crossed', and he was extremely sad to take a bunch of people through.

After knowing the fact of crossing, Zhang Mingyuan calmed down, and he was optimistic by nature, so he corrected his attitude towards crossing after a while, put everything aside, and decided to temporarily integrate into this era first, and then find a way to go back later.

With a move in his heart, he jumped up, rushed to the stream not far away, used the water as a mirror, compared whether his appearance had changed, and carefully investigated for a long time, and finally believed that the resolute and handsome body in the water was the appearance in his memory, and only then did he grow a mouthful.

But fortunately, I didn't take away others or be taken away, I was still myself.

However, what made him very depressed was that the clothes he wore in his previous life and the weapons and equipment he brought were gone.

"Could it be that you are limited by the law of time travel?"

Zhang Mingyuan thought about it for a long time, and finally still didn't understand this academic problem that countless scientists in his previous life had worked hard to study thoroughly.

Zhang Mingyuan suddenly felt like crying again, he wasn't allowed to bring anything over, what was the point of coming here?

Born in the prosperous era of China, I wanted to live a lifetime of peace, enjoy singing and dancing, live and work in peace and contentment, who thought of this troubled world? Who did I mess with?

My smartphone, delicacies, peace elites, weapons and equipment, planes and trains.........

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