The year 2564 of the Confucian calendar, the year 2013 of the Yah calendar. The Spring Festival is approaching, and the bitter cold wind has not stopped people's enthusiasm to return to their hometowns. The Holian Highway in Nam Ha province is also busy, with cars shuttling back and forth. At this time, the traffic jam also infected the bridge of the Three Gorges and Changyi from the "Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou". In the midst of the crowd of canned anchovies, a long-distance bus was forced to stop on the bridge, spitting black clouds abruptly. A young man who looks like a high school student is sitting in the seat of the bus at this time, looking out the window of the bus at the bare mountains in the distance, and can't help but have a lot of thoughts————

Born into a petty-bourgeois family in Zhengzhou, 17-year-old Zhao Hong was left far behind by other powerful communist newcomers in the education of new communist people. The fiasco of the recruitment made Zhao Hong forced to study in high school in other places, and this time he went home for the New Year during the winter vacation. "You can't get into college at all!" In Zhao Hong's impression, every time he goes to the office to drink tea, the head teacher who paints his eyebrows always puts on a face that hates iron but not steel. Although in the orthodox "quality education", Zhao Hong's test scores have nothing to do with the top students, but when it comes to miscellaneous studies, Zhao Hong, who loves Internet bubble forums, is enough to bombard those communist newcomers to scum. Zhao Hong, who was in a mess for the final exam, remembered the eager eyes of his parents, and couldn't help frowning.

"There is no university after the Republic of China!" Zhao Hong folded the elbow joint of the upper arm of his left hand to support the armrest of the chair, supported his chin with his palm, and bent his four fingers slightly in a contemplative state, "Education is not used to cultivate minions who can memorize standard answers, nor is it a tool of the ruling class, let alone an ideological seeding machine. The essence of education is the shaping of self-independent thinking and independent personality. There is no class, no freedom, it is better to die! Suddenly, a heavy truck in front of the long-distance bus burst into a violent flame that burned the heavens and the earth, and a huge black mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and the raging impact broke everything around it and chewed it into pieces, and shot the residue away. Dozens of tons of long-distance buses are like a maple leaf dancing lightly in the autumn wind, swirling and falling down to the valley. Only a patch of red remained, as piercing red as blood.

The next day, many female anchors with heavy makeup on TV stations puffed up their chests, proudly displayed their huge murder weapons, and stroked the small fresh bangs on their foreheads. Clear your throat and start broadcasting the news of the day in a soft and coquettish voice:

"Yesterday morning, when a truck traveled from west to east to Changyi Bridge on Huolian Expressway, there was a sudden explosion, resulting in the collapse of more than 80 meters of the bridge deck of more than 160 meters of Changyi Bridge, the southern half of the bridge was blown up, the bridge collapsed, and the northern half of the bridge plate was loosened. According to the Public Security Bureau of Mayi City, Mun Sansan, Nam Ha Province, the explosive vehicle was indeed carrying fireworks and firecrackers in violation of regulations, and the explosion power was equivalent to 1.5 tons equivalent*. The bridge is about 50 meters above the ground, and more than a dozen cars on the bridge unfortunately fell into the deep valley, but fortunately there were no casualties. ”

In the spring of the sixth year of Zhongping in the Eastern Han Dynasty, the once invincible Han Empire was already crumbling, and the competition between the two major groups of eunuchs, scholars, and doctors in Luoyang set off bursts of bloody storms. Later generations called "Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty" of the Han Dynasty consciously the building will fall, and assigned three clans Liu Yu, Liu Yan, and Liu Biao to guard Youzhou, Yizhou, and Jingzhou respectively, in order to preserve the seeds of the revival of the Han Dynasty. The huge pressure of internal and external troubles finally crushed the body of the Son of Heaven, and by this time he was already terminally ill. At this time, the prestige of the central power had not yet been completely lost, and the local separatist forces had begun to emerge. Five years ago, the Yellow Turban Army, which had been devastated, had gradually become a spark. At this time, Jizhou, Changshan County, Shiyi——

The blue sky and the white clouds gradually dispersed and disappeared into the invisible sky. A huge fireball that had existed since ancient times hung overhead, and people still couldn't open their eyes. A thin figure floated on the dilapidated loess road, leaving behind a trail of footprints that disappeared into the distant horizon.

"It's nothing but PM2.5 air." Zhao Hong closed his eyes and took a deep breath, a very intoxicated look appeared on his face. Zhao Hong, who had just woken up from the satisfaction of the original ecology, stood on tiptoe and looked at the farmers who had not cultivated on both sides of the loess road, overgrown with barren artemisia grass, and a few old yellow trees stretched out their branches indiscriminately, showing that this was once a piece of farmland. Occasionally, the white bones of Sensen can be seen. The slightly yellowed skull's hollow eyes are still staring at the sky, as if telling the injustice of fate.

"What kind of world is this, where am I?" Zhao Hong, who had just been excited about pollution-free, immediately seemed to have been splashed with a basin of cold water, muttered to himself, and then took out the last piece of bread from his backpack, gently tore open the plastic packaging outside, and the golden cream bread was exposed, Zhao Hong opened his mouth hard, swallowed his saliva, and was about to eliminate this piece of bread immediately. There were suddenly a few dog barks behind him, and as he turned around, a wild dog appeared quickly from the grass in Zhao Hong's eyes, with half of his arm in his mouth. In the blink of an eye, the wild dog flew past Zhao Hong's side, but disappeared into a pile of grass again.

Although Zhao Hong's psychological tolerance has been greatly improved, he was still taken aback. "I can't be dreaming, am I?" Zhao Hong twisted his thigh as he spoke. The sharp pain from the synaptic conduction made Zhao Hong confirm that it was not his dream butterfly in front of him, and everything that happened was real.

Zhao Hong, who felt a little creepy, felt that it was necessary to take precautions. After falling four or five times, Zhao Hong successfully climbed a dead tree and looked for a wooden stick as a self-defense weapon, and finally got a thick wooden stick by breaking and shaking it with the strength of milk. The head of the stick was then sharpened with the fruit knife in the travel bag, and the white wooden heart was pointed, surrounded by brown bark, like an oversized pencil.

Putting a false alarm at ease, Zhao Hong put the bread to his mouth again and took a bite. The yellow desiccated coconut and the rich milky aroma combined with the soft bread made Zhao Hong deeply immersed in it. Zhao Hong, who was hungry, wiped out the bread three times and divided five by two, and licked the coconut on the plastic bag with great satisfaction, Zhao Hong, who has a strong sense of environmental protection, put the plastic bag into the backpack, and then felt full of strength, strode forward with a "giant pencil", and disappeared at the end of the distance.

I don't know how far I have walked over a few hills, and finally I saw the farmland that had just sprouted new shoots, at this time the tender green crops stretched out their bodies and lazily basking in the sun, and the figures of people struggling to wield hoes appeared in the distance. Excitedly, Zhao Hong walked up to him in three steps and two steps, only to find that it was a farmer with a coarse cloth wrapped around his head and a large indigo blue kudzu coat holding the farm tool tightly in his right hand.

"Where are there people in such ancient clothes? It's like a resurrection from a wax figure in a museum. Could it be that there is a legendary peach blossom paradise here in Mayi? Zhao Hong looked at the farmer carefully, the ravines showed the forehead of the weathered years, the corners of his eyes were covered with crow's feet radiating, and his melancholy eyes watched vigilantly at the strangely dressed uninvited guest.

"This old man, what is this place called?" Zhao Hong said in a standard Beijing piece.

The farmer did not answer, still very vigilant, holding the long-pole farm tool in both hands and not relaxing, but the expression on his face softened, and his eyes showed a little confusion.

"Uncle, where is this place? How far is it from here to get a car to Jeongju? ”

The farmer began to open his mouth to speak, but this time it was Zhao Hong's turn to be confused, and his thick nasal voice made Zhao Hong barely hear a few words. A large number of rapid and sonorous pronunciations highlight the traces of the voice, which sounds a bit like Cantonese, no wonder there is a feeling of a chicken and a duck just now.

Zhao Hong carefully searched for the remaining southern dialects in his mind for a long time, raised his hands and flipped up his wrists, with a helpless expression, and suddenly burst out a sentence; "Fertch knows, Ferver knows. Ray is good wow? ”

This time it seems to have an effect, the farmer is no longer confused, he seems a little excited, bursts of bad breath squirt out of the yellow teeth at a rapid speed, with foaming stars flying around, rushing towards Zhao Hong, like a big puff-mushroom in Plants vs. Zombies. But I'm not a door zombie, Zhao Hong thought to himself.

After a long communication, Zhao Hong followed the farmer along the loess road to the south, and finally stood on top of the mound half a kilometer away. Looking far to the south, a smoky village first comes into view, a circle of high earthen walls tightly wrap the fragile houses inside, and several corner towers stand high behind the village walls, like the door gods of later generations to protect the stability and tranquility of the village. The size of the village is not too large, there are about 100 households.

To the east of the stockade is an endless open farmland, from which a river is about a few tens of meters wide; Two miles away from the stockade, it flowed quietly to the southeast, like a silver snake connecting the distant sky, writhing its sparkling body. There is also a lot of farmland to the west of the stockade, but further afield it is covered by lush green woods. The eyebrow-like mountains in the distance are lined up one after another, and finally disappear to the end of the west. On the hill, there are many small trees with green branches, but they are also full of life.

Walking down the hill to the front of the walled gate, Zhao Hong found that each corner tower itself is about four zhang high, and at the same time it is built on a one-zhang high wall, standing on it is a very advantageous position for both early warning and archery. At this time, a green flag was planted on each corner tower, and on it was a lookout with a large bow on his back and a quiver hanging from his waist, and they stood on it and walked back and forth.

Around the stockade was a ditch, and when Zhao Hong approached looked inside, it was about six feet deep and eight feet wide, and there was no water. There is a suspension bridge outside the walled gate, and the walled gate is a gate made of solid timber covered with iron sheets, which is very heavy and laborious to carry by one person. The corner tower above the gate also has a strong man with a bow and arrow standing. When Zhao Hong got closer, he found that the clothes were also traditional right clothes, very ordinary gray linen clothes, which were dyed as a whole at a glance, and there were no patterns. The stockade can be regarded as heavily guarded. After the farmer said a few words to them that they didn't understand, the gate of the village opened, and Zhao Hong, who went in, found that the women inside were also dressed in simple clothes, sitting on the chairs at the door of the house and basking in the sun, exchanging gossip with each other that Zhao Hong did not understand, and the yellow heads were also playing with each other. They stopped abruptly when they saw the arrival of the strange costume, watching Zhao Hong's every move vigilantly。。。。。