In the spring of March, the cool mountains are stacked with emeralds, birds and flowers, and there is full of vitality, but at this time, Zhong Hao is lifeless, sitting on a big stone in a daze, looking at his slender and white hands. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhong Hao now regrets it very much: why did he be curious to touch that stone tablet.

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in the world, even if a person repents of breaking his liver and sausage, time will not go back for a moment, let him make another choice.

There was a "fluttering" sound, and a long-tailed pheasant flew out of the grass.

The long-tailed pheasant looked up at Zhong Hao, who was sitting motionless on the boulder, and combed his beautiful tail feathers by himself.

"Alas", Zhong Hao suddenly let out a long sigh and stood up from the ingot-shaped boulder he was sitting on.

The long-tailed pheasant was startled when he saw Zhong Hao suddenly stand up, and "fluttering" burrowed back into the grass.

Zhong Hao stood under the boulder and looked around again: there were tall trees everywhere, many of them were almost as thick as a person hugging each other, and he was very sure that there could not be such thick trees in Qingliang Mountain in his time.

Looking down at the slender arms and thighs in his pants and touching the long hair behind his head, Zhong Hao felt that he seemed to be looking for his colleagues again.

Although things are very weird, the facts are in front of him, and Zhong Hao has to accept it.

Looking around, although the trees have become tall and abnormal, the terrain does not seem to have changed much, and then looking at the huge stone that looks like an ingot, Zhong Hao is sure that he is still in Qingliang Mountain.

But in the past half a day, no matter how Zhong Hao searched, no matter how he screamed and cut his throat, he didn't find any trace of his colleagues.

A thought slowly emerged in Zhong Hao's mind, and he seemed to have crossed over.

Fortunately, Zhong Hao's nerves were still quite tenacious, and after sitting on the boulder in a short daze, he decided to accept reality.

Whether you cross over or not, you have to survive.

People are social animals, and it is impossible to live alone all the time, so Zhong Hao feels that his top priority now is to find some other people as soon as possible, and only in this way can he survive.

In any case, only by getting out of this cool mountain can you survive.

I remember that when I came to this ancient tomb in Qingliang Mountain to investigate, I came from the south, and there was a small town called Wangfen Town more than ten kilometers to the south.

However, when I came, I sat in a car and walked on the road, but at this time, there was not even a mountain road here, and the more than ten kilometers over the mountains and mountains was undoubtedly an extremely difficult trek for Zhong Hao.

Fortunately, in the perennial field investigation, Zhong Hao's mind is still tenacious, and the field experience is quite rich, since he has decided to accept the reality, he dares to face difficulties.

Zhong Hao took off his backpack from his back and opened it to count his existing supplies.

In the backpack is a delicate Swiss Army knife and a delicate slingshot, which I must bring with me on every field trip.

There is also a box of cephalexin capsules and a box of Contec, which are all in the bag that my little sister must stuff in every field trip.

There are also five potatoes and six small sweet potatoes, well, yes, these should be able to survive for two days if they are used as food.

These potatoes and sweet potatoes were specially ordered by Zhong Hao from the kitchen of the camp today, and when he wanted to prepare for everyone's picnic at noon today, he buried them under the fire and roasted them to change their taste. This casual act at that time, now let himself not have to go hungry for at least two days, and he really has a feeling of unintentionally inserting willows and willows, although this shade can only allow him to enjoy the shade for two days.

This is all Zhong Hao's property now.

There are few things, but they are better than nothing.

Zhong Hao couldn't help but be a little lucky, fortunately he was carrying a bag when he went to touch the stone tablet, otherwise he wouldn't even have these things.

After thinking about it, it seems that something is missing...... Rummaging through his jacket pocket, he took out half a box of Yuxi cigarettes and a lighter.

Pulling out a point, Meimei took a sip, but coughed involuntarily, this body seemed to be very uncomfortable with the smell of tobacco.

However, Zhong Hao was not willing to throw away the Yuxi cigarettes in his hand, and it is likely that there is no tobacco in this era he came to, and this half box of cigarettes may be the last tobacco he can smoke in his life, which is precious.

Zhong Hao coughed while insisting on finishing the cigarette in his hand.

After smoking and feeling much better, Zhong Hao decided to open the way.

Looking at my arms and legs, which were only about fourteen or fifteen years old, the clothes and pants that would have been suitable became a little fat and ridiculous.

Zhong Hao found some long stalks of resilient grass, rolled them into a few straw ropes, and tied the trouser cuffs and cuffs together. No way, the clothes and pants are too fat now, and you can't wear them without tying them up.

Tie your long hair at the back of your head into a bun and tie it up with straw rope.

Then he untied his shoelaces and circled it around his shoes a few times, so that the sneakers, which were much larger than his feet, could hang on his feet.

After thinking about it, Zhong Hao broke a branch about the same thickness as his forearm from a not tall locust tree, of course, his current arm is not thick at all, and then used the small Swiss Army knife to cut off the branch, and cut the top by a sharp.

"There are many snakes in the grass, and there are many wolves in the sand nest", this is not only used to fight the grass and scare the snakes, but also Zhong Hao's weapon for self-defense.

The texture of the locust branch is very hard, and the blade of the Swiss Army knife is very short, and it took a lot of time to make this branch weapon.

Everything was ready to stop, Zhong Hao looked at the sun, it was already due south and west, and it was obviously afternoon. Although the trees are tall and leafy, they don't shade the sky like tropical rainforests, and you can still see the sun through the gaps in the foliage.

When everything was ready, Zhong Hao took out the Swiss Army knife, determined the direction due south according to the compass on the handle, picked up the backpack, picked up the sharpened branches, and walked towards the south while dialing the grass.

……

Qingliang Mountain is not a mountain, but a mountain, located in the westernmost part of the Taiyi Mountains, where there are continuous peaks, one mountain after another, although each mountain is not very high, but the radius is very wide.

The sunlight shines through the branches and leaves of the trees, casting a dappled light and shadow on the ground, like a strange hollow pattern.

Under the tall trees, Zhong Hao stepped on this mottled light and shadow, and walked towards the south with difficulty.

The reason for the difficulty is not only that the mountain road is difficult, but also because the big shoes do not fit.

When he climbed over the second small peak, Zhong Hao's feet were already ground with blood blisters everywhere.

Zhong Hao was hungry and thirsty, fortunately, there were sweet potatoes in his backpack, which was a good thing, which could quench his thirst and satisfy his hunger, so he took out a piece and gnawed it, and his hunger and thirst were slightly reduced.

The sun had gradually set in the west, and there was no sign of stepping out of Qingliang Mountain, and Zhong Hao felt that he needed to find a place to spend the night.

Along the way, I encountered a lot of wild animals, including hares, pheasants, and even monkeys, although I didn't encounter large wild animals, but no one dared to guarantee that there were none in the mountains!

Sleeping underground, Zhong Hao would never dare, he felt that he should find a cave to spend the night.

Zhong Hao walked and looked for a place to spend the night, but he never found a cave where he could stay, but suddenly he heard the sound of gurgling water.

Zhong Hao walked in the direction where the sound of running water came, and soon after walking, he saw a small stream.

The water is shallow and crystal clear, with the occasional few small grass carp swimming by.

There are fish in the water, it seems that it should be able to drink, Zhong Hao can't wait to pick up the stream water and send it into his dry mouth.

A whale sucked the cow and drank enough sweet water.

However, Zhong Hao is no longer thirsty now, but he is a little hungry and panicked.

I looked at the small grass carp in the creek, it was too small, obviously not enough to feed my stomach. Of course, Zhong Hao didn't have fishing gear, and it was difficult to catch them.

It seems that it can only be eaten with roasted sweet potatoes......

Since he couldn't find a cave to live in, Zhong Hao decided to spend the night in the trees by the creek tonight. Because he had no means to hold water, it was a big problem to leave the brook and become thirsty.

Zhong Hao went to the woods to find dead branches that could make a fire, and prepared to roast sweet potatoes to eat.

Many birds in the woods were chirping and arguing.

Zhong Hao suddenly patted his head, how did he forget that there was a slingshot in his backpack. With so many birds, wouldn't it be just right to shoot down a few of them and roast them to eat? In this era, there should be no cherishing and protecting birds, and it shouldn't be illegal to fight birds, right?

Of course, even if it is illegal to fight birds here, Zhong Hao can't take care of it so much, it's the right thing to fill his stomach first!

Zhong Hao turned out the slingshot from his backpack, this slingshot was bought by Zhong Hao during a trip to the south, the slingshot was beautifully made, and the steel skeleton with a good arc was beautiful. Zhong Hao often investigates in the field, often holding gestures, and his head is not bad.

I found a small stone from the ground and put it in the slingshot pocket, and used force to open a strong rubber band, and shot at a very crisp and happy "dripping water".

The stone grazed the tip of the wings of the "dripping water" and flew over, which frightened the "dripping water" a lot, and the "fluttering" suddenly spread its wings and flew away, and the other birds and finches also "coaxed" and flew away with the dripping water.

Seeing that the flocks of birds and sparrows all flew away at once, Zhong Hao couldn't help but feel a little depressed. The slingshot is basically impossible to aim, and it basically depends on feeling and experience to hit.

Fortunately, the birds here are not very afraid of people, and they hovered around, and soon scattered on the branches around them one after another, and continued to chirp non-stop.

Zhong Hao found another small pebble and put it in his slingshot pocket, and this time Zhong Hao aimed at a large yellow finch with a low tree trunk.

Holding his breath and concentrating, his mind moved with his heart, his fingers were loosened, and with a "whoosh" sound, the big yellow finch in the middle of the stone.

The big yellow finch that was "chirping" happily suddenly stopped making noise and fell down the tree.

Zhong Hao couldn't help but cheer, and quickly ran to the grass under the tree to pick up the big yellow finch.

As soon as a clump of weeds was removed, there was a "whoosh" sound, and a gray-brown mountain hare jumped out of the grass.

The mountain rabbit didn't seem to see very many people, and it wasn't very afraid, so it ran more than ten meters away, turned its head and rolled its eyes to look at Zhong Hao, as if he was blaming Zhong Hao for disturbing its tranquility.

Zhong Hao couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw it, a mountain hare could top the weight of more than a dozen birds, which was enough to fill his stomach.

I hurriedly found a large stone and put it in the slingshot pocket, pulled the slingshot with all my might, and shot at the mountain hare.

Zhong Hao hit very accurately this time, right under the ribs of the mountain hare.

The hare was hit, made a "squeak", kicked its hind legs, and disappeared into the grass in the forest.

Zhong Hao couldn't help but smile bitterly when he looked at his slender arm.

The strong rubber band of my slingshot is a hard tendon, and my current strength can only pull half the length of the previous one, and the strength is greatly reduced.

It seems that the mountain rabbit can't eat it, so let's fight the bird with peace of mind! With my current strength, it's good to be able to beat the birds.

……

More than a dozen birds have beaten down, and it is already waning.

Zhong Hao went to the stream, plucked the feathers of the birds, disemboweled the birds with a Swiss army knife, and washed the internal organs.

There was no hot water, and it was very laborious to pluck the hair, and Zhong Hao took a long time.

After packing up, Zhong Hao left the stream.

Don't dare to stay by the stream for a long time, in case a large beast comes to drink, it will be a big trouble.

I found a dozen large leaves, wrapped the birds one by one, drew water and mud from the stream, and wrapped the leaves in mud. Digging a soil pit in the ground, digging the pit was very laborious, or because there were no tools, Zhong Hao dug it with the sharpened locust branch.

The pit was dug and a dozen of birds wrapped in mud were placed into the pit, on which a bonfire was lit with the dead branches they found.

Order a jade stream and quietly wait for the "flower and bird" to be roasted.

The waiting time was a little longer, and Zhong Hao couldn't help but think nonsense.

What age is this? How should I live in these strange times? Can I go back?

I thought about it for a while, and I didn't have a clue.

Zhong Hao estimated that this "flower and bird" was ripe, and hurriedly pulled the unburned bonfire aside with a branch.

Zhong Hao was hungry and ruthless, pulled out a mud ball with a branch, and didn't care about the heat, knocked the stone into the dry and hard mud ball, peeled off the leaves, and took a hard bite, it was very hot, but the taste was very good, although there was no salt and condiments, but the meat was very delicious.

Zhong Hao, who had been hungry for a day, ate eight or nine "flowers and birds" in one go, which was considered to relieve the famine slightly.

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A few left, put them in the backpack, uh...... Prepare for a late-night snack.

It was already getting dark, and Zhong Hao felt that he couldn't stay underground anymore, because he faintly heard a wolf howl.

What the hell is this place!

Zhong Hao used a Swiss army knife to peel a few strands of bark from several low trees, and vigorously kneaded them into a rudimentary bark rope.

I picked a tall poplar tree, spit a few mouthfuls on my hands, and struggled to climb up.

It wasn't until he climbed to a thick branch near the top and sat down, took out the simple bark rope, and tied himself firmly to the trunk that Zhong Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

I'm here for the night tonight!

We must get out of this ghost place as soon as possible, Zhong Hao thought secretly.

He felt like he didn't want to stay any longer!

Tomorrow you will walk south along the stream, and you may be able to see people, and the mountain stream will always merge into the river, and no matter what the time or month, there will always be people living by the river.

……

The crescent moon is like a hook, sprinkling a piece of silver light.

The night was as cold as water, and Zhong Hao couldn't help but tighten the clothes on his body. I want to close my eyes and fall asleep, but I can't sleep!

The moment of the bizarre encounter is always replayed in the brain over and over again.

Qingliang Mountain, located at the junction of Qingzhou and Linzi, is a treasure land of feng shui that gathers wind and water.

In the country of Qi alone, which has a history of 800 years, there are more than 20 monarchs who choose their royal tombs in Qingliang Mountain. Since the Qi Kingdom, there have been many big people in the Qing and Qi regions, and they have chosen their cemeteries in Qingliang Mountain.

Not long ago, an ancient tomb from the Northern Song Dynasty was discovered in Qingliang Mountain.

Zhong Hao, an expert on Song culture at the Provincial Institute of Cultural Relics and Archaeology, was naturally sent to participate in this protective excavation.

The excavation went smoothly, and many precious cultural relics with the characteristics of the Northern Song Dynasty were unearthed, but no written information has been found, and the identity of the owner of the tomb cannot be determined.

The excavation work has come to an end, but the identity of the tomb owner has not been determined, which is naturally a big pity.

Today, the excavation of the ancient tomb is almost complete, and the colleagues of the institute decided to have a picnic to reward the hard work of more than half a month.

But when Zhong Hao was helping to find a suitable stone and build an earthen stove for a picnic, he accidentally found a stone tablet.

Zhong Hao, who was extremely sensitive to the writing style of the Song Dynasty, recognized at a glance that the square and flush size on the stone tablet was the popular "pavilion style" in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Zhong Hao couldn't help but be overjoyed, maybe he could find clues about the life of the tomb owner from the stone stele, and hurriedly looked down at the precious text materials above.

The stele has been worn out by wind and rain, and the words on the stele are also somewhat mutilated, and some of the words are covered with dust and difficult to read. So, Zhong Hao wanted to wipe it down and read it throughout.

However, accidents always happen in an inadvertent moment.

The moment Zhong Hao's hand touched the stone tablet...... Well, Zhong Hao doesn't remember anything.

When I wake up, I'm on this plane.

How did you get here? Why did you come here?

No answers!

Where is it? What time is it?

The place may still be in Qingliang Mountain, but the time is definitely not my own era!

In the morning, when Zhong Hao was looking for his colleague, he circled around the big stone and found that there was no such ancient tomb now.

Zhong Hao felt that if he really crossed over, it should have been in the era before the Northern Song Dynasty. Well, not necessarily, if the owner of that ancient tomb was buried in the late Northern Song Dynasty, without that ancient tomb, he might have arrived in the Northern Song Dynasty, but earlier than the time when the tomb was buried.

In his thoughts, Zhong Hao, who was tired and exhausted, finally fell asleep gradually......

No matter what, you have to live well, Zhong Hao muttered in his dream.