…… When Shang Cheng opened his eyes again, he only saw a faint white light.

What time is it? He closed his eyes again and habitually reached over to his pillow to reach for his phone. The phone is not in that location. Maybe he didn't get his phone out of his pocket last night? His hand reached out to the pillow again, and something strange happened! The watch is not there either! Putting the watch under the pillow is a habit he has developed for many years, as long as he takes off the watch, he will naturally tuck it under the pillow, and there is no need to deliberately remind himself; But I didn't find the watch under the pillow today! …… He was suspicious, but his hand subconsciously groped under the pillow. Strangely, the sheets were not covered with hard palm mats or soft bedding, but rather like straw and a strange and familiar feeling. The last time I slept on the kang of the straw shop, it was six or seven years ago, right? Is it six years or seven years?

Someone was talking, and occasionally one or two cooing laughter could be heard. Listening to the voice, you know it's two girls. It seems that Chen Zhigang brought the female classmate to the dormitory again. Alas, this guy is so bad and bad, he doesn't look at the time, he recruits female classmates in the dormitory if he has anything to do, and he doesn't think about it for others.

In a faint way, a third woman was heard. Through the wall, the voice is so small that you can't really hear it......

He rolled over impatiently, trying to stare at him for a few more moments. When he turned over, he realized that something was wrong, and he slept not on the wire bed on the upper and lower floors of the dormitory, but on the earthen kang! It is not a brown mat bedding that is laid underneath, but a thick layer of wheat straw! Even the quilt on his body was not the thin quilt he usually covered - when his arm ran over the surface of the bed, his skin felt the rough fabric!

What's going on? Whose bed? He asked himself in amazement.

He snapped his eyes open, but he didn't see the ceiling! I only saw a few pieces of wood supporting a wooden beam, pressing alone and abruptly on top of my head! Through the light streaming in through the windows, you can see the black tiles on the roof cascading along the whitening rafters! Baskets of sacks and ropes were piled up on the side of the wall in the corner of the house. Several wooden sticks of varying thickness leaned against the wall. When I turned my head to look at the light, I could clearly see the shadows cast by the wooden window frames on the white paper; There were still half curtains on the windows. The curtains could not hide the glare of sunlight that came in through the cracks in the window paper; The sunlight casts a pillar of light in the gloomy hut; The fine dust in the pillar of light fluttered up and down......

Where is this?

When is it? Morning? At night? Isn't he in the dormitory? What's going on......

He sat up suddenly, his eyes wide open in panic to take in his surroundings. He is indeed sleeping on the kang now! Beneath him was a patchy mattress, and brown straws sprouted from the side of the mattress. There is a wooden box on the kang head, because of the age, the red patent leather has long been mottled and peeled off; The wooden box was pressed with basket-colored coarse homespun bedding neatly folded. There is a large black cabinet at the other end of the kang, and there is a large black clay pottery vat next to the kang, which is covered with a wooden board, and a green brick is pressed on the wooden board.

Money counter noodle jar! These two words immediately popped into his mind! I remember this kind of furnishings in my grandfather's room! Not only the cash counter, but all the objects in the house are ordinary farm situations, and almost every household in the village is like this when they are an hour. But that was more than ten years ago, and the picture has long been sealed in the depths of memory, how could it suddenly appear vividly in front of you?!

It was only for a split second that he remembered what was going on. Mountains and mountains, dense forests, flowers and streams, two cruel and cunning wolves, the brick huts of Huojiabao, and Liu Laozhu's high primary school...... The piles of things passed through his mind like a movie picture...... He gritted his teeth and sat on the edge of the kang in a daze, staring at the uneven and slippery ground under his feet. In a trance, it seemed that someone had walked into the room and said something to him. He ignored it. Now his thoughts are like turning over the river and the sea, and countless thoughts are surging in his heart, but none of the ideas can let him break free from the predicament in front of him, and there is no way to solve his practical difficulties - he doesn't want to stay in this strange world, even if he stays for a minute longer, he doesn't want to! If someone stood up and told him now that he could show him a way back, he would be willing to give everything he had in exchange for the opportunity to go back, even if it cost him his life, he would not hesitate to do so!

There was no one in the dark room to answer his silent prayers and pleas, only a faint damp and musty smell of furniture grains lingering through the room. The one-letter chicken cooed in the courtyard and showed off his skills. Birds chirped on the rooftops. In the alley, children were chasing and frolicking. The rest is distracting silence......

Alas, it seems that all this is not a dream! None of this was made up in his dreams! It's a vivid world! He has truly arrived in a strange and new world!

Having intellectually acknowledged and emotionally accepted this, trepidation and fear immediately wrapped him tightly.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he realized to his horror that he, a person from another plane, would have to start his life here again. He has no past, only the present and the future, which means that everything has to be relearned, everything has to start over. He also has to learn to hide his past and live carefully in this strange world, which is certainly not an easy task for him! Not to mention anything else, just his own ins and outs, it is difficult for him to weave a story that convinces others - learning Buddhism one by one is just a lie he fabricated, and he can't prove that he is a monk.

However, it is a good excuse to be robbed by bandits in the mountains and lose their luggage by letter; But if others ask, where is he, a monk, and where is the master who practiced worship, and how did he come to Yanshan...... And so on, how should he answer?

After a long time, he sighed and scratched his head one by one, he couldn't imagine that it would take so much trouble to become a fake monk! I should not have acquiesced to the identity of this monk if I knew it. But without the identity of a monk, how can the hair on his head be explained by less than half a centimeter? Alas, it is no wonder that there is an old Western proverb that in order for a lie to be true, it must be made up for with countless lies......

There is one more thing to inquire about as soon as possible. What dynasty and generation is he in now? Shangjing Plain Mansion, Yanshanwei, Tuqi Ciren, Nanzheng County and Beizheng County, all of which provided him with clues, but no matter how he searched in his memory, he still didn't have the slightest clue. He can comfort himself without the impression of the names of the two counties, after all, the ancient and modern place names are complex and changing, and historians may not be able to tell the origin of these two counties in one mouth; But "Yan Shanwei" and "Tu Exhaustion" have no impression either, how to explain it? There is also Shangjing Plains Mansion, and the name of this place is similar to that of Tokyo Bianliang Kaifeng Mansion, but the two are obviously not the same thing...... What can he do to find out the dynastic time without revealing a trace?

The girl who had just come into the house to talk to him raised the curtain again, and after only opening it, she stepped back and said something through the curtain.

Shang Cheng didn't hear what the girls were talking about, but he could hear the words mention "stools" and "clothes". He grunted yes.

He gave up the idea of making up stories for a while, and focused on the immediate first. There are a few shirts on the footstool next to the kang, and there is a new pair of round cloth shoes with mille-feuille soles in front of the kang. Look at the size and size of the cloth shoes, put them on them just right, maybe they were prepared for him...... So it seems that the pile of clothes on the footstool is also for him?

He picked up a piece of clothing and measured it. He could see at a glance that this obviously couldn't be Liu Laozhu's old clothes, and the size didn't fit Liu Laozhu's figure one by one. Moreover, although the material of the jacket is still homespun, it feels obviously softer and softer than Gao Xiaosan's straight shirt, and the stitches are much neater and finer. He picked up a few pieces of clothing. A shirt without sleeves and collar like a gown is naturally underwear, a single straight shirt and trousers, and two small objects of white coarse cloth at first glance I don't know what they are used for. He carried a few strips of fine cloth sewn into the object and pondered for a long time, until he saw the appearance of his heel, and realized that it was a sock.

It seems that Liu Laozhu bought these things specifically for himself.

It's not too much of a hassle to get dressed, but it's just that it makes him anxious when he wears pants. The waistband of these pants is fat, the legs are also loose, and the key is that there are no belts and rubber bands, and he doesn't know how to fix the pants to his waist. Tossing out a sweat, he saw that there was a cloth belt half a palm-wide on the footstool, which was mostly a belt! But is there such a long belt in the world? After two or three circles around his waist, the cloth belt was still arm-length, and there was no lock on the front and back...... Then he understood, and untied the cloth strap that had been wrapped around him and tied it again, and finally tied a slipknot in front of him. Take two steps to see, the pants won't fall off, but the straight shirt in front of the waist bulges and has no image, so I have to untie the strap and tie it again. This time he learned to be obedient, don't turn over and tie the strap at the back of the right waist, so that it will not obstruct the view and do not affect the movement of his hands, but he is still a little apprehensive in his heart, not knowing whether his way of tying the belt is proper or not. He couldn't help but regret it. Alas, I walked all the way yesterday, why didn't I pay attention to how Gao Xiaosan's belt was tied?

When he came through the side door to the hall, there was already food on the small wooden table in the hall, and a childish girl was putting a sea bowl not much smaller than a basin on the table, and in the bowl was a pile of steamed buns with white flour and steaming steam.

When the girl saw him come out, she pursed her lips and nodded and smiled at him, put a pair of chopsticks on an empty bowl, and said, "Monk, are you (up)?" The first (eats) the ......"

The little girl curled her tongue to learn to speak, and her pronunciation was not very accurate, but Shang Cheng could still understand the general meaning. He nodded his head to indicate that he had heard. He now knows that the people here call him "monk", just as he calls a monk "master" in the temple, which represents the respect of the lay people for the monks, and is an honorific title. But he didn't want to eat right away. Before eating, he had to wash his face and, if possible, brush his teeth. It would be better if he could take a bath, but looking at the surroundings and the situation of this family, he estimated that taking a bath could only be a good wish......

"Wash, face; Brushes, teeth. He gestured to the girl as he spoke.

After saying it several times, the girl still didn't understand what he meant, and looked at him helplessly with her fingers, and then turned her face to look at the door.

At this time, four more girls with double buns appeared at the door of the hall, all of them probing their heads into the room with their heads on the door frame, staring curiously at Shang Cheng's every move. Looking at the height and appearance, the four girls are older than the other, but the clothes are more shabby than the other, obviously the younger sister picks up the clothes that the sisters can't wear and sews and mends them, and the tallest girl greeted the girl who was talking to Shang Cheng through the door, and then muttered two sentences in her ear. The little girl who greeted Shang Cheng immediately came to her senses, and she went out of the hall, and in a blink of an eye she came back with a black clay bowl, and motioned for Shang Cheng to follow him to the courtyard.

She handed the bowl to Shang Cheng, scooped a scoop of water in a large vat under the eaves, and waited for Shang Cheng with the water scoop. A yellow-skinned puppy stood at her feet, waiting with its head tilted back and wagging its tail.

Shang Cheng stood on the ground with the bowl in his hands, stunned. He wants to brush his teeth and wash his face, what does the little girl do for him a bowl? What is that blue-gray thing with black spots at the bottom of the bowl? Seeing that the little girl was looking up at him, he hesitated and said, "This ...... Brushing? He pointed to the bowl and his mouth.

The little girl nodded vigorously in the affirmative, and said, "Brush your teeth!" The pronunciation of these two words is unusually standard.

"Take this...... Brushing? Shang Cheng pointed to the blue-gray crystals at the bottom of the bowl again. Is this salt? This is salt?

The little girl turned her gaze to Shang Cheng's back, and only after getting the approval of her companion did she nod again. But this time she was not too resolute, and her eyes did not stare at Shang Cheng anymore.

How to brush? This question had already climbed to Shang Cheng's throat, but he still couldn't bear to ask it. The little girl in front of me probably doesn't know how to brush her teeth with salt, right? He turned his head to look at the girl who had come up with the idea. The girl immediately lowered her head shyly, but the afterglow of her eyes remained on Shang Cheng. Shang Cheng picked up a pinch of salt with two fingers, and hesitantly put one by one into his mouth, whether to rinse his mouth with cold water or to dissolve the salt with saliva? He noticed that the shy girl quietly raised her head again, watching intently at his "brave" move, and when she saw him rubbing salt on her teeth, her eyes fluttered with a smile, and she nodded slightly, and quietly bared out two rows of white porcelain-like neat teeth, and swept her fingers back and forth on the teeth a few times.

Did you do it right? Shang Cheng immediately gained some confidence. He pressed his fingers against the salt grains and rubbed them along his teeth, twisted some salt and kneaded them again, and finally asked the little girl to pour the water in the ladle into the bowl and dangle it again, rinsing her mouth with a light salt water, and the question came out one by one, where should the mouthwash be spit on? His cheeks puffed out and his eyes rolled around with a mouthful of salt water, trying to find a suitable place. The little girl with the ladle bit her lip and smiled, and then pointed to the ground, signaling him to spit out the water wherever he wanted. But Shang Cheng was reluctant to do so. Eventually, he found a place to have a toilet behind the stable. This new discovery also solved his big problem - he had long wanted to ask where the toilet was, but in the face of a little girl, he didn't know how to open this mouth. What made him even happier was that there was a small tree tree tied to a piece of hemp rope in the corner of the toilet, and a pile of yellow paper hung on the tree branch......

When he returned to the yard, he was already relaxed.

He washed his face comfortably in the wooden basin and sat down in the hall to prepare his first meal since he arrived in the new world.

Pickled radish, salted cabbage, shallots mixed with tofu, the three dishes are filled with a large bowl of sea, a clay pot in the middle contains a large half of the pot of clear water cabbage soup, a small coarse porcelain bowl contains a large bowl of red hot sauce, and the dozen or so steamed buns are even more fragrant. Shang Cheng is a person who has been hungry for a long time, where can he see such a dazzling array of food in his hungry stomach, sitting at the table and shaking off his cheeks is a nonsense to eat and stuff, until the three buns are eaten and a bowl of vegetable soup is drunk, and then he remembers that he should invite a few little girls to eat together.

The three older dolls just shook their heads, talking their own words around the door of the hall and refraining from looking at the dining table. The two little girls stood in front of the threshold of the hall, and shook their heads with their sisters, but the two pairs of eyes stared directly at the white-faced bun, and they were reluctant to leave for a while.

"Let's eat them all." Shang Cheng said. He took a bun and broke it in half and stuffed it into the hands of the two little girls.

The two little girls refused to take it with their hands behind their backs, shaking their heads while looking at the bun and smacking their tongues and swallowing their saliva. The youngest girl is only five or six years old.

"If you want to eat it, you will take it!" Shang Cheng deliberately made a fierce appearance, and said viciously, "If the monk asks you to eat and you don't eat, you just don't give the monk face!" ”

I don't know if I was frightened by the appearance he pretended, or if I understood his words, the youngest girl finally couldn't resist the temptation, stretched out her hand to catch the bun, held half of the bun and took a small bite, chewed it twice quickly and hurriedly swallowed it, and took another small bite...... His eyes were cringing and he couldn't stop staring at the movements of his three sisters.

The eldest girl immediately noticed her little sister's actions, and she shouted her name while walking over to stop her. The little sister immediately flattened her mouth and sobbed. When the annoyed sister walked up to her, the little one's sobbing had turned into a howl, and she was still criing one by one, still holding on to half of the bun in her hand. The other little girl who was still hesitating just now to accept the half-pulled bun in Shang Cheng's hand didn't notice what was happening around her at all, just looked at the bun in Shang Cheng's hand and swallowed vigorously.

Seeing that his sister wanted to snatch the bun from his sister's hand, Shang Cheng couldn't help but be a little annoyed. He pulled the girl away and said to her, "What do you do?" What's the matter with eating a bun! He turned around and touched the bun on the little girl's head, wiped the tears from her face with his hand, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, with your uncle here, no one dares to snatch your bun!" It's all sister who is not good, don't cry, don't cry oh one by one, you eat yours, don't worry about her! But no matter how he persuaded her, the little girl didn't dare to eat another bite of the bun, but she held on tightly to the bun and didn't let go. Shang Cheng had no choice but to turn around and say to his sister again, "Look what you're doing!" What's so great about eating a bun! Say something to put her at ease! ”

My sister obviously didn't understand what Shang Cheng said, and just wanted to bypass Shang Cheng to snatch the bun in her sister's hand, but Shang Cheng was burly and had long arms and legs, and she could protect her sister by stopping her casually, and she had no choice but to blush and continue to circle around Shang Cheng with a red face.

The little girl who had been greeting Shang Cheng said: "Shang ,......" After speaking, she saw Shang Cheng protecting her sister with one hand and her sister with the other, looking at her dumbfounded, only to know that she was in a hurry and forgot that Shang Cheng couldn't understand the words here. She had no choice but to roll up her tongue and learn the official language: "Monk, these ...... Specially ...... you" wringed his hands and was at a loss as he finished speaking.

What? Are these dishes specially made for yourself?

Shang Cheng was dwelling when he arrived.

He immediately realized what was going on. Yesterday Liu Laozhu brought a coarse wheat cake mixed with sorghum, but today it is a white bread on the table, and the reason for this is that he can think of Liu Laozhu grateful to himself as a life-saving benefactor, and he must have turned over the cabinet to take out the best food and drink at home to entertain him! Maybe Liu Laozhu also took the rations at home and exchanged them for fine grains, so he made up these dozen white breads! Looking at the little girl holding the steamed bun and not letting go, he could think that for her, this steamed bun made of white flour is definitely a rare food! And the little girl who beckoned herself to eat, no matter how clean her tattered clothes were, and how carefully she patched up the easy wear and tear of her knees and elbows, she could tell that it was an old dress with patches and patches, and her pants were short and narrow, and the hem of her pants had shrunk to her ankles......

His throat suddenly seemed to be choked by something, and the person was like a deflated ball, and he no longer had the strength to protect the little girl behind him. The persevering sister finally bypassed him and ran to his sister's side, snatching the bun from the hand of the crying sister, and before she could comfort her sister with kind words, she saw Shang Cheng hurrying into the low, low hut on the far right. It was a stove house for cooking......

In the blink of an eye, Shang Cheng walked out with a black face, went to the hall and brought the clay pot containing the soup, and rushed into the kitchen again. It was only a few steps from the hall to the kitchen, and Shang Cheng, who was tall and long-legged, actually tripped over himself, if he hadn't helped a pile of firewood under the eaves, maybe he would have fallen on his head, and half of the firewood pile was immediately knocked down by him, and the dry dead branches and broken branches were scattered all over the ground.

When Shang Cheng came out again, there were already several black vegetable dumplings piled up in the clay pot in his hand. He didn't pay attention to a few frightened girls, so he squatted under the eaves with an earthen basin, and began to eat and drink in a hurry.