It turned out that three days ago, Yang Lin was hunting with everyone, and in order to chase a wild boar, more than ten strong men ran five or six mountains, and they were surrounded at the end.

Just like the soldiers drove all kinds of birds and beasts to the side, so that the chaff could enjoy the pleasure of hunting tigers and leopards, it was rare to hunt with everyone, and everyone didn't do anything, but just surrounded the wild boar and shot arrows with the gong of Xiucai.

After shooting two arrows without even shooting two arrows, seeing that the wild boar was so thick-skinned and frizzy, Yang Lin took out a bird gun and filled it with gunpowder, and shot it at the boar's head from afar, and saw the wild boar fall to the ground and die.

Everyone applauded loudly, this Yang Lin was also quite happy, threw away the bird and bent down and ran to the side of the wild boar, who expected that the wild boar did not lose his breath, and actually rushed over after seeing the living person running over.

Yang Lin hurriedly dodged again and again, who expected that he would fall down the hill with one foot in the air.

Everyone swarmed up and hacked the wild boar to death, and ran over to take a look, seeing that the showman had already passed out.

After half an hour like this, Yang Lin woke up, but the whole person was crazy and died talking nonsense.

Everyone wondered if they had hit the evil spirit, and found the blind old lady Chen from the next village to burn a bundle of fire paper to settle down.

Yesterday morning, when everyone went to see Xiucaigong again, although they no longer talked nonsense, their whole clothes felt drowsy, sluggish, and there was no improvement.

Everyone thought that this Xiucai Gong was injured and lost too much blood and needed to make up for it, so Yang Wei couldn't help but take a few descendants to wait in the back mountain for a day and a night, and finally caught the wild deer to replenish the blood of Xiucai Gong.

Everything is inferior, only reading is high, this Yang Lin won the tribute at a young age, and the shopkeeper Liu has always wanted to make friends with this kind of young talent in the past, and now he is not in a hurry for a while, and he sits in the Xiucai mansion behind Yang Wei.

Listening to Yang Wei's nagging, although this Xiucai Gong looks beautiful on the surface, but the actual life is quite hard, since he won the Xiucai, the family has changed repeatedly, and he has been relying on the land inherited from his ancestors to collect rent.

In ancient times, scholars paid attention to forming associations in groups of three or five, paying attention to going out to visit famous teachers, and going to the provincial and urban areas to test the road expenses, and lived very poorly in the past few years, and now they mainly rely on the annual tribute issued by the government and the grain in the field.

When the group came to the courtyard, they saw Xiucai Cheng lying on a bamboo chair in the courtyard and pondering, and their faces were full of doubts when they saw everyone approaching.

Yang Wei put the wild deer on the ground, Yang Cheng took a big wrist, stabbed the deer in the neck with a knife and filled it with a bowl of deer blood, walked over and said: "Ruzhen, this, the brothers have been guarding for a day and a night to beat this wild deer to replenish your body, don't worry, it will get better." ”

Deer blood is a great tonic, but this Yang Lin is very excluded, claiming that he has no problem and refuses to drink it.

Everyone didn't care about the three-seven-twenty-one, shouting and catching the hands, pressing the feet, and the hands were in a hurry, and it took a long time to finally pour two bowls of deer blood.

Looking at the puffing Xiucai Gong, everyone smiled innocently, urging them to ask if it was much better?

Yang Lin was so angry that he blew his nose and stared at nothing, obviously climbing the mountain with a few colleagues on the weekend, who knew that he suddenly fell down the mountain road, and after waking up, he actually returned to the last years of the Ming Dynasty.

In my previous life, I read a lot of time-traveling novels, and I also knew something about the last years of the Ming Dynasty.

Some people may say that Nazi Germany was the darkest period in human history, but if you compare it with the four skuzens of the late Ming Dynasty, it is a drop in the bucket.

In just a few decades, the population of China's largest province has dropped from millions to 80,000, which is really not one in a hundred, compared to the Holocaust in India, the Nazi Holocaust is not far behind.

Now in the early stage of the darkest age of mankind, it is only a year before Zhang Xianzhong enters Sichuan, and he is a poor talent who cannot change the trajectory of this historical development at all, from now on, fate is bound to be bloody killing, and in the years to come, he will either kill the opponent, or he will be ruthlessly killed by the opponent.

Facing a fateful ending or maybe fighting to change his fate, like many time-traveling novels, but he is just a poor Xiucai, except for reading and hyphenation in the Xiucai has read a few military books, he has no other strength.

What's even worse is that I am in a remote mountain villa, and there are more than ten miles away from the nearest market, not to mention the county seat of seventy or eighty miles, what can such an environment change?

Looking up at the low houses, the main hall has three pillars and two hangings, two wings on the left and right, plus a stove room, although it is not the worst in the village, but it is too simple compared to the previous life.

In addition, Yang Lin felt that he was out of place with everything around him, and he was most worried about being seen by others and discovering his identity as a traverser.

looked at the sliding rod placed aside, which was like a modern Mercedes-Benz BMW in ancient times, his eyes lit up, and Yang Lin asked: "This is a sliding rod, who are you carrying the sliding rod to?" ”

Shopkeeper Liu replied with a smile: "Xiucaigong, this, this is here to pick you up?" ”

Hearing what happened to Jin Guo, Yang Lin was quite hesitant at first, and then thought about it, was it just an ordinary hostage rescue operation?

What I hope most now is to escape from the mountain village, to escape from the familiar external environment of the past deity, and who feels strange when I change to a strange environment?

In my previous life, I watched so many police and gangster movies, and when the time came, I would randomly point out one or two, although it may not be able to ensure the safety of the hostages, but there are absolutely endless clever schemes.

Everyone is afraid of beast-faced monsters, but how can the world be such monsters? If you think about it, it's probably like changing your face and putting on a mask, but you don't have to worry about it.

In the past few years, he has often gone to the mountains to hunt in addition to studying, and his archery and marksmanship are acceptable, Yang Lin doesn't believe that he can't deal with these local tyrants.

In addition, it is much better than staying in the mountains and forests and waiting to be slaughtered by Zhang Xianzhong and slaughtered by the Manchus, Yang Lin, who knows the approximate development trajectory of history, still decided to go out and try his luck.

Yang Wei, Yang Cheng and the others were quite anxious, they were brothers within five suits in terms of blood, and they were usually quite dependent on each other, but now they were of course quite unhappy when they saw the danger.

Anyway, it's farming now, and there is no other farm work at home, so everyone is with Yang Lin.

Looking at Yang Wei, a brother who is five years older than him, and Yang Cheng, a brother who is slightly emaciated, Yang Lin was a little hesitant, but he couldn't bear what everyone said about fighting brothers, so he decided to take care of each other.

Seeing the two of them carrying a sliding rod that was one foot high and one foot short and one foot was bumping, Yang Lin didn't want to sit on this kind of thing, in order to prove that his body was completely recovered, he kept bending his bow and shooting arrows along the way, or firing guns at birds and beasts in the distance.

Just as there were very few people living in the countryside to achieve urbanization in the previous life, there were very few Sichuan people in the last years of the Ming Dynasty (according to the statistics of the Sichuan Chronicles of the Ming Dynasty, the number of households in the 26th year of Hongwu was 215,719, and the number of mouths was 1,466,778.

In the fourth year of Hongzhi, the household was 253,803, and the mouth was 2,598,460.

In the sixth year of Wanli, the household was 262,694 and the mouth was 3,102,02,073.

Considering the failure of household administration in the Ming Dynasty, many people estimate that the population of Sichuan should be between 600 and 10 million, restoring to the population size of the Southern Song and Northern Song Dynasty), plus high-yield crops such as sweet potatoes and corn have not yet been promoted, the population is even less than in the previous life, and the place is even more desolate than in the previous life.

After walking for a few miles, I met four or five people's houses, and everyone loved to live in a large courtyard, and there were no single families (for fear of wolves, tigers and leopards, most people lived together).

The southwest region has fertile land, many valleys and rivers, shady roads, many birds and animals, and the beautiful scenery of the mountains is not far behind some places of interest.

Yang Lin seemed quite excited, swept away the bad luck at the beginning, the mountain road was rugged and difficult to walk, and he walked in front of everyone from time to time, so it took half an hour to rush to Luojiabao and be greeted by Master Luo.