Chapter 2: I met my ancestors

Gong Nian Huai watched the sun above his head slide inch by inch into the western sky, but he could only stay by the river, and there was nothing he could do. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Do you want to leave some last words first? To parents, wives and daughters? Such miserable language, Gong Nian Huai didn't want to say it for a while.

Because Gong lost Nianhuai, he thought that he was not in a desperate situation.

They were less than three or four hours away from the place of departure, and his battery was dead, so it was impossible for the other three to do the same, which was too unlikely.

The Humvee driven by Meru was borrowed from the military, and it is unlikely that the Humvee does not have a radio station to communicate with the military.

If this most extreme situation really occurs, the public will really accept his fate, God will kill him, and he will not even have a chance to fight.

But staying by the river like this, watching the river murmuring, Gong Nian Huai didn't seem to be in such a mood. If you don't want to watch, you'll have to find something to do. If you let yourself continue to think like this, you will collapse.

Gong Nian Huai picked up the binoculars again, and before he got out of the predicament, he always had to find a fairly safe place and hide himself.

The mountains are far away and the trees are lush.

The more I watched the public lose and miss Huai, the more frightened I became, and the already uneasy heart became even more worried.

This mountain, this water, this grass, this tree, there are some differences.

Gong Nian Locust is not a botanist, but he also found a difference. This grass and trees, Nima's, don't look like those on the African savannah.

There is a difference between tropical, subtropical, warm temperate, temperate, and cold zones. As for the specific difference, Gong Yi Nianhuai has not studied it, just some feelings. It is these feelings that make Gong Nian Huai more and more frightened.

"Holy, won't I, I'm going back home?" Gong Nianhuai's arm holding the telescope trembled a little, not tired, but shocked.

Because in the telescope, the more he looked at the northeast mountain, the more familiar he became, and the river in front of him was meandering out of that mountain.

Gong Nian Huai removed the binoculars, stared blankly at the grass under his feet, and raised his nose to take two breaths of air.

The air is very fresh, the oxygen ion content is very high, and the breath of modern civilization cannot be found.

Gong Nian Huai knew that even in Africa, where industry was extremely underdeveloped, he could smell the smell of industry.

And now, the air smells of grass, trees and earth, and the slight fishy smell of water vapor, which seems to be mixed with the smell of rotting plants.

The only thing you can't smell is the smell of industry.

"It's not scientific!" In Gong Yinhuai's aching throat, this sentence flowed up and down no less than a hundred times. It drove him even more mad than the fact that he couldn't reach Meru.

Those two words swirled in his throat, and the public lost Nian Huai just didn't let them rush out. It seems that once he lets those two words reach his throat, he will really have those two words.

Because he didn't want to leave the plane he belonged to.

There was his best life in that plane.

The more depressed it is, the more uncontrollable it is. With both arms in their hands, they lifted their binoculars and looked away from the mountains.

"Someone!" Gong Nian Huai shouted two words, but soon froze again. He hurriedly adjusted his focus and saw clearly.

Gong Yi Nianhuai sat on the grass and was stunned. Seeing clearly makes him desperate more than not seeing people.

"Can't see me? Is it too late to write a suicide note? Gong Nian Huai was demented, muttering a few words repeatedly, pre-psychotic symptoms.

"Little master, where do you want to go, can you go along?"

A strange tone suddenly came from Gong Nianhuai's ears.

"Little master?" Gong Nian Huai stood up mechanically, his eyes swept blankly towards the place where the voice came from, and a black shadow appeared vaguely in front of him.

"Who are you?" As soon as Gong Yi Nianhuai's words came out, he was startled, what is this saying, why does it taste so strange?

Gong Nian Huai shook his head, took his soul back, and refocused his gaze, only then did he see clearly that there was a dirt road along the riverbank, and now several ox carts were walking on this dirt road, and a young man of about sixteen or seventeen years old stood in front of him, looking at him curiously.

Gong Nian Huai looked at the rear of the convoy, and some dust was floating on the dirt road, and there was no one again. The ox carts were piled high with sacks, and on the rim of each cart sat a coachman, wielding a long whip with a thin tip dangling above the ox's head. The cow shook its horns and walked slowly.

Five ox carts! On both sides of the ox cart walked more than a dozen soldiers, armed with guns and knives, and their military appearance was quite neat.

Behind the boy stood a soldier with his left hand pressed to the hilt of the saber hanging from his waist, and his right hand was empty, not holding a gun.

The young man was dressed in a light robe, with a hat on his head, and there seemed to be no soldiers on his body.

Gong Yi Nianhuai stared at the hat on the young man's head, the more he looked at it, the funnier it became, on such a hot day, wearing a robe and a hat, he was not afraid of prickly heat. The hat looks so weird.

"Oh, we are the Zaoyang Army, and we are being ordered to escort a batch of medicinal herbs." The young man did not answer his own question, but asked them where they came from, and for some reason, he told them calmly. However, the young man's two eyes wandered over Gong Nian Huai's body. It seems that the curiosity about this little master is far greater than his questioning.

When Gong Yi Nianhuai heard this, he showed a sudden look, "Oh, you guys are making movies, and you don't see the camera, so I asked." As he spoke, Gong Nian Huai opened his shoulders, took the binoculars off his neck, put them in his bag, and waved his hand, "Then don't bother." ”

"Making a movie? Camera? The young man was confused, and he was even more confused about the backpack of Nian Huai, which looked strange, the way it was opened was also strange, the fabric seemed to be strange, and this outfit was even more knowledgeable, monks from all over the world had seen a lot, and he had never seen a monk dressed like this.

When Gong Nian Huai saw the young man's eyes, he beat a drum in his heart, is it really not a movie? His eyes swept around the convoy, the cow, the cart, the sacks on the car, and the half-human-high wooden wheels, which were very textured. Well, there does be a strong smell of Chinese herbs.

The filmmaker won't really use five carts of herbs as props!

And this young man, who spoke in a tone that seemed to be different from any dialect he knew.

This can't help but be a loss to Nianhuai, not to deal with it carefully.

In fact, Gong Nian Huai had already sensibly accepted the reality in front of him. Just imagine, who would go to Africa to shoot a Chinese costume drama?

But emotionally he had difficulty accepting the fact that he had crossed over. Once admitted, it means that he has been cut off from the next generation, and his family, parents, wife and daughter have nothing to do with him. This is cruel to a person with a healthy emotion. What's even more cruel is that he still lives on this land, reminding himself that his parents, wife and daughter are living on this land. There is a layer of paper in between, and the thickness of this layer is the length of time.

Emotionally can be hypocritical, and reason must be calm. The land is familiar, but the people are different from the times. This is similar to him going abroad, and self-preservation is a must.

No matter where he comes from, he won't even know what era this is, and the era is something that Gong Nian Huai must understand, and only by figuring out the era can the coordinates be established.

But the most difficult thing to ask directly is the question of the times, Gong Yi Nianhuai heard it just now, and the young man said that they were Zaoyang Army, and the location was determined. And the place name Zaoyang, with a bang, determined the location on the coordinates of Gong Nian Huai.

No wonder that the mountain is a little familiar, it is Tongbai Mountain. He has walked from here no less than a dozen times, the highest peak is the Yuntai Temple on the top of Taibai, and his family has also come to travel.

Gong Yi Nianhuai's heart turned, he smiled, and pointed to the ox cart that was slowly walking by, "With so many herbs, could it be a plague?" ”

It's not good to ask, let's talk nonsense first and divert the attention of these people. It's hard for them to deal with it if they stare at themselves and ask. I have something unspeakable to hide, how can I wash it?

The young man's eyes jumped, and he actually clasped his hands together and held them in front of his chest, "Little master, the Dharma Eye is fine, it is for the plague." ”

Gong Nian Huai was taken aback, can this also be right? Those sacks were pasted with notes with the words Bupleurum, Qianghuo, Fengfeng, Pueraria, etc., which were undoubtedly herbal medicines, but what diseases were used to cure, where did Gong Nian Huai understand, and when he said it casually, he was right.

Gong Nian Huai looked at the young man's posture, as if he was going to be bad, he wouldn't think of himself as a miracle doctor, look at those eyes, starring.

How can this be mixed up. This young man is in a hurry to go to the doctor, and this doctor can't just run into one by the river, so he has to have some score. If that's the case, there may be a loophole to exploit.

Do you think, there is an army escort, or what Zaoyang army, if it is in the future generations, it is not a trivial matter to be able to use the army. What's more, when this young man heard someone mention the plague, his eyes lit up, it must have been in the dark for a long time, and a little light of fireflies can also make these people full of hope.

What kind of illness can make people so helpless? From ancient times to the present, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, it is nothing more than a plague.

Gong lost Nianhuai just wanted to say big, how could it be so coincidental that he encountered the plague. Even the plague is easy to fool, it can't cure the normal, it cures the abnormal. There is no psychological burden.

Besides, for such a big thing, can this young man casually row a traveling doctor at home? The opposite of the doctor is the butcher. If you don't ask a doctor, you're killing people in disguise.

Gong Yi Nianhuai nodded in a deep voice, "Gongzi should be worried about this." Haven't asked the son what to call him? ”

When the young man heard this, he hurriedly waved his hand, "Little master, don't blame, it's Qingyuan's rudeness." A certain Meng's scripture, the father of the family went up and down to Meng. Dare to ask the little master's number, which treasure temple did he become a monk in? ”

Gong lost Nian Huai's heart this separation, this called Meng Zhijing how can he not get along with himself, as soon as they met, the little master and the little master kept calling, at first I thought that this was the name of this era, and I looked down on myself with a small character, how to say that I was also a forty person, what, I wouldn't bring a small character, now it's good, I asked the law number directly, which treasure temple is a monk, did I cross it once, and I actually dressed as a monk?