Chapter 4: The First Emperor's Dazai

He walked in that ray of sunlight, and Yun Lang saw his face clearly for the first time.

If you ignore his shriveled mouth, his heavenly court is still very full, and a pair of thin Danfeng eyes are actually very attractive, of course, if it doesn't look very yin, it is a pair of beautiful eyes.

The tiger carried a large wooden bow on its back, as well as an quiver full of feathered arrows.

He felt Yun Lang's gaze, so he turned his head and said in a strange voice: "Don't die, if you die, you will become tiger food." ”

After speaking, he followed the tiger out of the stone house.

Yun Lang fell into deep thought.

He is also a person who has traveled from the south to the north, whether it is the Chinese dialect of the Western Regions, or the Miao family, the Dai family's Chinese, even the Mongolian Chinese with a long tone, he has heard it, and he has never heard this tone spoken by Grandma Hu.

What's more, this guy only said two sentences in total, and neither of them was the meaning that Yun Lang directly felt, but the news obtained after his translation.

Or rather, this guy is still an old saying.

Yun Lang knew that the closer the age was to the later generations, the closer their language would be to the later generations, and the less hindered the sound would be.

The reason why he was sure that Grandma Tiger was speaking an ancient proverb was purely because he saw a pile of bamboo slips.

Last night, the room was pitch black, and the bamboo slips were piled up in the corner of the wall, thinking it was firewood, and there were more bamboo slips under his body, and there was a thick layer of wooden slips full of words written on the top, so it could be said that he was lying on top of his learning.

This discovery made Yun Lang cry and laugh, what kind of place is this, how can it be backward to such a point, or can it be primitive to this point.

Only the people before Cai Lun used bamboo slips and wooden slabs......

The fire-scorched skin was hardening like armor, and it was delusional for him to bend his arm.

Fortunately, his neck seemed to have a lot of room to move, so his head could be slightly turned to the left or right, and his vision was much wider than yesterday's.

The font on the bamboo slip is Yunlang recognized, and it is a famous small seal, which is very in line with the identity of the wooden slip.

As for the content, the handwriting like a pattern is too unfamiliar, and after looking at it for a long time, there is not a single word on the bamboo slips that he can recognize.

On the other hand, he could probably make out some of the handwriting on the new wooden slab.

"On the fifth day of the fifth month of May, the stars are in the south of the sky, and the emperor's mound is unharmed." This turned out to be a freshly written piece of paper.

This made Yun Lang nervous, because he suddenly found that the knowledge he was proud of didn't seem to have half an advantage here.

None of these bamboo slips are very old, and some of them can be called new, which shows that people here are still using a lot of bamboo slips.

As the light in the stone house became more and more abundant, Yun Lang finished inspecting the entire stone house with the eyes of an archaeologist.

Every time he saw something, his heart sank a little, until a bronze statue that could only appear in a museum was casually thrown in the doorway, and he was already a little desperate.

"At the beginning, it is very narrow, and only then can it be understood. After dozens of steps, it suddenly became clear. The land is flat, the houses are like that, and there are good fields and beautiful ponds and mulberry bamboos. Qianmo traffic, chickens and dogs smell each other. Among them, the men and women are dressed like outsiders. Yellow hair hangs down and is happy.

When he saw the fisherman, he was shocked and asked where he had come from. Answered. Then he had to return home, and set up wine to kill chickens for food. When the village heard about this person, Xian came to inquire. Since Yun Xianshi avoided the chaos of the Qin Dynasty, he led his wife and people to this desperate situation, and did not come back, so he was separated from outsiders. Ask what the world is today, but I don't know if there is a Han, no matter ...... Wei and Jin"

Yun Lang had words in his mouth, although there was no sound in his throat, it did not prevent him from expressing his last hope in his heart.

According to ancient legends, the tiger is the patrol beast of the mountain god.

Because of the cold kindness expressed by Grandma Tiger, Yun Lang prefers to refer to him as a mountain god rather than the evil Grandma Tiger.

In the evening, the mountain god returned with the tiger, this time carrying not only a deer on its back, but also two large bunches of fruit hanging from its body.

The deer turned out to be alive, but it was stupid to be frightened by the tiger, and when it was thrown off the tiger's back by the mountain god's grandfather or the mountain god's grandmother, it was so frightened that its legs were weak, and it lay on the ground and screamed, but it didn't dare to get up and escape.

Grandpa Yamagami took a large gray pottery bowl from the stone table, overturned the deer, and kneaded it under its belly.

There was a white ** splashed out, and soon half a bowl was filled, and Grandpa Mountain God dropped the deer, broke Yun Lang's mouth again, and poured half a bowl of deer milk into it.

**There is a slight milky smell, but the warm milk passes through the throat, like a spring rain moistening the arid earth.

Seeing Yun Lang drinking milk greedily, Grandpa Mountain God's face, which had no male or female characteristics, finally had a hint of a smile.

His voice was hard to hear, like someone pinching his throat to speak, if he could speak slowly, Yun Lang might still be able to understand, but unfortunately he said it so fast that Yun Lang didn't understand anything.

"Huns?"

Grandpa Mountain God also seemed to be aware of this problem, he deliberately slowed down his speech and asked word by word?

Yun Lang saw the hand of the mountain god's grandfather holding the hilt of the sword and gradually strengthening it, and quickly shook his head with difficulty.

"Shuren?"

Seeing the obvious disdain in the eyes of the mountain god's grandfather, Yun Lang shook his head again, he was unwilling to play the role of the lowest level of society.

"Good family?"

Yun Lang was very surprised, the son of a good family is going to be a soldier, the Han general Li Guang and the Han thief Dong Zhuo are both from a good family, it sounds good, above the good family are officials and nobles, can it be said that there is still poverty here?

Seeing Yun Lang's confirmation, Grandpa Mountain God seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and his hands became more and more gentle, not as rough as before.

A bowl of deer milk made Yun Lang confirm that he was no longer a tiger's ration, which made him very relieved.

There are many thresholds to be crossed in a person's life, and often, this threshold in front of you is the most important.

On the tenth day of coming to the stone house, Yun Lang's dry voice could already make some simple sounds, although it was very hoarse, but it made him very happy, and as for the guy who was upgraded from Grandma Tiger to Grandpa Mountain God, he also seemed to be very excited.

What makes Yun Lang happiest is not that his throat is recovering, but that the smell of barbecue on his body is gradually dissipating.

The tiger always came to him with something to do, and the act of sniffing the smell of barbecue with his huge nose put a lot of pressure on him.

The body is itching terribly, and the moisture in the charred shell is gradually evaporating, gradually losing its elasticity and becoming hard.

Yun Lang could feel that his body was detaching from the shell, and his skin was itching terribly...... This is a good sign that his body is healing.

Outside the stone house was a vine-woven pocket, high above the ground, hanging from two huge pine trees, which stretched diagonally outward, and below which was a deep stream, through which a small stream rushed.

Yun Lang now spends most of his day in this covered pocket, which makes Yun Lang feel extremely relaxed, where he can freely complete all the digestive and excretory processes required by his body without having to work the mountain god grandfather.

Grandpa the mountain god, who likes to talk to people, first taught Yun Lang to speak word by word, although the sound from Yun Lang's mouth did not have any meaning, he was still happy to do it.

Soon, Yun Lang knew the identity of the mountain god's grandfather, which he had always been proud of and willing to let Yun Lang know.

Grandpa Yamagami is the first emperor's Dazai, this official position is very high, in the Zhou Dynasty Dazai was in charge of the six classics of governance, canons, rituals, political codes, criminal codes, and affairs codes, which can be equal to the official position of the prime minister.

It's just that after arriving at the First Emperor, Dazai became a retainer and was responsible for the First Emperor's food, clothing, housing and transportation, which was a supreme honor.

By his generation, it was already the fourth generation, and because each generation was Dazai, his name was Dazai.

This is obviously not in line with Yunlang's yearning for the Peach Blossom Spring......

The Peach Blossom Paradise is just a secret and remote place, and the first emperor counted the four generations of a family in the future...... It's only the middle of the Western Han Dynasty......

Yun Lang always felt that this was his own ear mistake, or that Grandpa Dazai didn't make it clear, it should be forty generations, right? Even if it is forty generations, one generation should be more than fifty years to be appropriate.

It's a simple arithmetic problem and it's easy to calculate.

However, he soon put this doubt behind him, and one of his arms fell off......

The scorched shell on the outside of his right arm, to be exact, rotted.

The pear fell from his mouth, and he habitually reached out to scoop it up, and the rough pocket caught a piece of crust on his arm, and then after his sudden exertion, the crust was torn off his arm like a long glove.

A white, dazzling little arm appeared in front of Yun Lang......

Yun Lang looked at the arm carefully, moved back and forth twice, and then sighed and continued to make fist movements.

This arm alone is a flawless beauty arm, the skin seems to be transparent, cyan veins surging under the thin skin, exposed to the light of the sky for only a moment, turning from white to pink.

It's just too small, a full circle smaller than his previous arm.

With his arms moving freely, although he was still weak, Yun Lang couldn't ask for more.

From a mass of coke to the appearance of this person, it is already a qualitative leap.

Even if the limbs became different in size at the end, he recognized it, and it was great to follow Grandpa Dazai to live a lifetime in this deep mountain and old forest.

When Grandpa Dazai came back, he saw this arm, his smiling eyes couldn't be seen, and he kicked the tiger who also poked his head over to see it to the side, so scared that as long as the tiger was there, the sika deer who never dared to leave Yunlang two steps away rushed to Yunlang's side.

Grandpa Dazai was holding Yun Lang's arm, and saliva was dripping down, which made Yun Lang very worried.

He has an appetite when he looks at this arm, let alone a person like Grandpa Dazai, who eats half-cooked meat all year round.

Dazai didn't know what he remembered, he opened Yunlang's mouth and shoved his dirty fingers in, and the calloused fingers stirred back and forth in his throat, and when he took it out, there was a clump of blue-gray flesh on his fingers.