When the fruit knife stabbed into Zhao Zhiwen's body, he didn't believe it.

As a doctor, although he is a second knife specializing in integrated Chinese and Western medicine, the structure of the human body is still clear.

He only glanced at the place where he had stabbed in, and he knew that it was the spleen, located in the upper left of the abdominal cavity, opposite the 9th-11th ribs.

To put it mildly, the spleen is protected by ribs, and if ordinary people want to use a knife, and a fruit knife, and poke it through the ribs without being broken, it is impossible to win the lottery jackpot.

The knife handle was still in his hand, and Zhao Zhiwen almost stood in opposition to the other party's face, and the smell of wine spewing out of his mouth made him want to vomit.

The other party's eyes gradually cleared up from the madness full of anger at the beginning, and replaced them with panic and fear after the killing.

The blood had already seeped out of the knife, the flow rate was not very fast, but it was very stable, Zhao Zhiwen could clearly feel that it first soaked through the clothes outside, and then flowed downward, and soon soaked the left pocket, including the walnut he was carrying and playing with in the pocket.

Darkness slowly enveloped him from all sides, leaving only a light the size of a coin in the distance, and he subconsciously desperately headed towards the light like a drowning man.

Consciousness slowly awoke from the boundless darkness.

The mind is groggy, and the body is weak and weak, like the feeling after a high fever has subsided.

Zhao Zhiwen remembered that he was stabbed in anger by the doctor who came to the door, and now he is not dead, he was rescued?

Is this a hospital? It's black and numb, and you can't see your five fingers, it's not like it.

I am considered to be righteous and courageous, and when I see injustice, I draw a knife to help, and I help the grandsons of the surgeon to speak, it should not be this kind of treatment.

The quilt on the body, I don't know how long it hasn't been washed, it's hard, and the smell is quite big.

The itch on the head and body is so bad that I can't scratch it. When I caught the belly, I found that there were no knife wounds on the belly, and there was hair, when did it grow so long?

It's certainly not a hospital here. Zhao Zhiwen can confirm it according to the quilt on his body, the hard cushion under him, and the continuous and stable warmth coming from under the cushion.

I'm afraid it's not me, right? Zhao Zhiwen touched his face, the embarrassing beard that a thirty-year-old man should have was gone, only a small face with a dry hair and a few cracks.

This... It's crossed, the body is not the original body, it should be soul wearing, the head is not a braid, then it is not a clear wear, that's good, I really don't want to have a braid on the head.

Looking at this lying environment, the situation after crossing is not very good.

I don't know how long it took in the darkness, but finally a door opened, and a little light came in.

A woman, whose clothes were patched and patched, and whose colors were not discernible in the dimness, walked silently to the bed with a steaming bowl in one hand, a smile on her dusty face.

"Awake? Zhiwen. Feeling better? ”

"Last night scared me and your dad out, why did you suddenly have a fever. Fortunately, Zhou Langzhong didn't go to the doctor, so your father helped you catch the side medicine. Otherwise, it can be dangerous. ”

As she spoke, the woman pressed Zhao Zhiwen's forehead with her other hand.

"Well, the fever is gone. Come, get up, my mother made you a bowl of paste, and drank it while it was hot. ”

Zhao Zhiwen was already hungry, and he didn't react, this mother still called him Zhiwen, got up and took the bowl, and drank a few sips regardless of the heat.

When my stomach was comfortable, I had time to look at the black paste in the bowl, which had a coarse taste, and it should be sorghum.

I remembered that the woman called him Zhiwen just now, well, the name hasn't changed, don't worry about someone calling me and can't react, I don't know if my surname is Zhao.

I looked at the little body again in the light, seven years old, or eight years old? Even if you are stunted, it is possible to be ten years old.

There is no bed under him, it is an earthen kang, there are only a few stools in the small room, and the house is surrounded by four walls.

After drinking the paste in three or two, he handed the bowl to the woman who should be his mother, hesitated, and still asked, "Mother, when is it, I want to get off the kang." ”

"No more rests? Zhiwen, genius bright. Zhiwen Niang said with concern.

"I don't stop, my bones hurt, get up and walk." After speaking, Zhiwen lifted the quilt, didn't want his mother to help, put on the cotton clothes and pants full of patches on the side of the kang, put on his shoes, and slowly followed out of this small black room.

Outside is a slightly larger hall, a square table sat a man, was holding a bowl and drinking mush, heard the sound, put down the bowl, and saw Zhiwen and his mother walk out, "Why don't you lie down for a while, it's cold, be careful of cold." As he spoke, he wiped his mouth with his hand.

"It's okay." Zhiwen knew that this honest-looking man should be the father of his predecessor, but he was going to call his father now, and he was always a little unable to open his mouth.

A little girl on the stool next to her had just lifted her face from the bowl, "Brother, are you full?" I still have it in my bowl, for you. After speaking, he handed the bowl to Zhiwen.

With the light coming in through the door, Zhiwen saw that the paste in the bowl was much thinner than the bowl he had just eaten, well, it was a thicker rice soup, what was in his father's bowl, and what his mother wanted to eat, it should be like this, and he knew in his heart that he was enjoying special treatment, although it was because of illness, but he was also a little moved.

Looking at the little girl's scorched face, her pointed chin has caught up with the Internet celebrities of later generations, while sticking out her tongue and licking the paste on her lips, she also carried the bowl to be handed to him, Zhiwen's heart was numb.

"No need, brother is full." Zhiwen wanted to say a few more words, but his predecessor really didn't leave him any memory, and he didn't even know the names of his parents and little sister, for fear of saying too much wrong, so he kept silent after saying these two sentences.

But after thinking about it, what memories can a six or seven-year-old boy have, even if he doesn't know the names of his parents, it's normal, but I don't know how to call that little girl who looks four or five years old?

was looking down and pondering, next to Zhiwen Niang spoke, "Nan Nan has grown up and knows that she cares about her brother." ”

"Of course, I'm five years old." She muttered as she ate.

"Hurry up and eat, or it will get cold." Zhiwen, it's okay if you move around, the male bones of our Zheng family are not so weak. I think that back then, I Zheng San had a fever and rushed to the mountain road. Father Zhiwen took the words.

"Well, the surname is Zheng, then I should be called Zheng Zhiwen now. The little sister is called Nannan. Zhiwen thought to himself.

"Okay, his father, Lao Huang Li won't mention it. It's been a month, and it's about to be the New Year, have you got the salary for helping that old man work in the county? Zhiwen Niang asked while eating.

"I'm going to run out of food." Zhiwen Niang then whispered in Zheng San's ear.

"Tomorrow I will go to the county seat to settle the salary, rest assured."

The parents were chattering around the dining table, while Zhiwen slowly paced to the door, looking out through the crack.

It was obviously a cold winter, and there should not have been a heavy snowfall, and there were scattered snowflakes floating in the sky, only a shallow layer on the ground, and from the footprints at the door, it had just covered the vamp. The wind was quite strong, and the whirring sound made people get goosebumps, and from time to time a cloud of snow powder rolled up from the ground and blew into the sky.

The high and low mountain packs, the snow-covered but still rugged ground, the bare mountain tops, the mountainside and the foot of the mountain are sparsely withered trees and thorns, and not far away, there are houses gathered together, and it looks like a small village.

This terrain should be northern Shaanxi. After all, although I have never been to the Northern Shaanxi Plateau, Zhiwen has also seen this terrain and landform on the Internet.

According to his sight level and the environment outside the door, Zheng Zhiwen quickly understood that he should live in a cave.

When I looked back, sure enough, there was mud up and down the room, and I was busy talking and thinking about it just now, so I didn't pay attention.

Now it's a bigger place to eat, it's a hall, and there's a stove, so it should be here for family eating, chatting, meeting guests, etc.

There are two doors as far as the eye can see, and I just came out of one of the doors, and those two holes are the bedrooms of a family of four.

Northern Shaanxi. Looking at the current natural environment, it is definitely not the Tang Dynasty, and the ecology of northern Shaanxi in the Tang Dynasty should still be good.

According to his own hairstyle and the bun on Zheng San's head, I can be excluded from the Qing Dynasty, if it weren't for those hundreds of years of turmoil, the most likely would be the Northern Song Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty.

However, Zhiwen felt that it was more likely that it was still the Ming Dynasty, and during the Northern Song Dynasty, northern Shaanxi was the border and the battlefield of the war with the Western Xia, so it should not be so peaceful.

I don't know which emperor is reigning now.

Zheng Zhiwen didn't study history, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty also knew Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di, as well as Emperor Chongzhen, and the carpenter emperor Tianqi also knew something, before Chongzhen, this was thanks to an article I saw on WeChat before the crossing, saying that Tianqi likes to do carpentry, and there is a little impression.

The cold wind pouring in through the crack in the door interrupted Zheng Zhiwen's thoughts and made him shiver.

He hurriedly turned around and walked towards the cave, thinking worriedly. But don't be Emperor Chongzhen, he remembers that there has been a drought in northern Shaanxi during the Chongzhen period, and there is no harvest every year, and the whole Shaanxi is the base camp of the displaced people, otherwise Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong will not be burned by wildfires, and the spring breeze will blow and regenerate.

I want to ask my parents about it, but I think they may not know what era, location, and village name it is, but they may not know which county or state capital it belongs to.

It's easy to show your stuff if you ask questions for no reason, forget it, take your time.

Walking back to the dining table, seeing the mush they ate, Zhiwen's head grew again, and he was afraid that he would have to eat this thing for a long time in the future.

There is also a padded jacket on this body, which is hard and cold, and it is really difficult to keep out the cold.