The situation in which Qin Kan woke up gave him an urge to die.

In fact, he is dying.

"Dying" means that he is in the midst of death.

A rope was wrapped around his neck, and his whole body was like a piece of dried bacon, hanging under the beams of the house, fluttering as if he had left the world independent.

Damn it! Murder!

Qin Kan, who was shocked and angry, couldn't help but curse a dirty word in his heart.

Don't think about what kind of plane crash he woke up after the plane crash but was inexplicably hung in mid-air, the only thing Qin Kan could do now was to struggle to survive.

Holding the rope with both hands, Qin Kan tried to break free of his neck, but the rope became tighter and tighter, and his arms were soft and crispy like noodles, without half strength.

There was a feeling of familiarity and strangeness in his mind, as if a voice was telling him that this was his home, and he was hanging under the beams of his house.

This feeling is very weird, like split personality, there are two selves in the body, and the strange self is getting weaker and weaker, more and more thin, and the most unwilling to leave the body......

His face had turned purple, and the whole person was hung by a rope under the roof beam, and the person was swaying in mid-air, swaying with his hands and feet, struggling weakly, as if he had fallen into the Dafa of absorbing stars at will.

Breathing became more and more difficult, consciousness became more and more blurred, and he struggled left and right, just when Qin Kan thought that he was going to return to heaven, the door was kicked open, and a loud voice shouted: "Qin Xianggong hanged himself!" ”

The classicity of this sentence is comparable to "the helper fell into the dung pit" in a certain movie, Qin Kan actually had a feeling of wanting to laugh in a daze, why must he shout out the current situation of the incident before others save people? …… Can you save me and yell at me?

Then Qin Kan suddenly felt that his legs hanging in mid-air were being hugged, and then ...... Pulling it down hard, the rope around his neck tightened every time, and Qin Kan's tongue had to be spit out very appropriately.

Once, twice, three times......

It's not clear how the hanged person should save Qin Kan, even if he can't shoot the rope with a dart like the master in the movie, at least he can't use brute force to pull it down.

It's really a group of rare wonders......

With scissors, asshole...... Guys! Qin Kan suddenly wanted to scold his mother, this feeling was very strong.

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It was nice to be hanging in mid-air, and he could see everything going on in the room—even better if there wasn't a rope around his neck.

At his feet was a group of villagers who were scrambling to pull him, the villagers were very simple, and they were full of love.

Of course, there are also discordant pictures, through the crowd that rescued him, Qin Kan's vision became more and more blurred, but he sensitively found that a sneaky young man on the periphery of the crowd took advantage of people's inattention and quietly took a jade paperweight on the desk in the room into his arms.

The young man's actions made Qin Kan feel inexplicably angry, as if he found that his wallet had fallen into the hands of a thief when he was riding the bus, painful, and angry.

Put it down! That's my paperweight......

Qin Kan roared weakly in his heart.

Another young man quietly stuffed a folding fan hanging from the corner of the house into his sleeve. Put it down! That's my fan......

Are these guys here to save people or to rob?

Come back to life and settle accounts with you!

Syllable!

The rope around his neck finally lived up to expectations, and was torn off by the villagers who were so well-intentioned that they almost did bad things.

Qin Kan fell heavily to the ground,—— his face hit the ground.

"Qin Xiucai, Qin Xiucai! What's wrong with you? A group of villagers shouted, shaking his thin shoulders vigorously.

Qin Kan's mind was buzzing, and he only felt that his eyes were full of Venus flying, and he struggled to open his eyes, and when his vision gradually recovered, he found a group of people in ancient clothes surrounding him—this group of guys was really ridiculously dressed. …,

Everyone wore gray homespun shirts, tied with straw ropes around their waists, their long hair was pulled into a loose bun on the top of their heads, and their faces were depicted with a deep ......

Ancient rednecks?

"Qin Xianggong, you're fine, right?" An ancient man in his forties, with a vicissitudes on his face, asked with concern.

Messire? What is this called? In addition to playing mahjong, when have you ever been called Xianggong?

Qin Kan didn't speak, he really couldn't speak, his face was still blue and purple, his throat seemed to be cut by a blunt knife again and again, bursts of stinging pain, his mouth opened the widest extent, and he breathed the precious air in a big and rapid manner.

The enthusiastic villagers brought a bowl of warm water and fed it to Qin Kan, who lay on the cold ground for a while, and the stinging pain in his throat eased a little.

The vague consciousness gradually cleared up, and Qin Kan had the time to look at the enthusiastic villagers around him.

Well, the dress of these people is really ridiculous, whether it is chaotic or sober, Qin Kan's aesthetics will not change in the slightest.

Now is not the time to investigate their dress, Qin Kan feels that there is one thing that must be dealt with, and it is imminent.

His eyes turned around in turn in the crowd of onlookers, Qin Kan's eyes suddenly lit up, and his weak right hand trembled and stretched out, grabbing a young man's wrist.

"Stuff...... Give me back! ”

This was the first sentence Qin Kan said, and his voice was hoarse and ugly, like a torn cloth.

The young man who was caught was shocked, and under the gaze of the villagers, he took out the jade paperweight that he had just stolen from his arms and put it on the ground, turned his head and ran away with a blushing face.

Very good, shame is almost brave, this person can still be saved.

Turning his head with difficulty, Qin Kan grabbed another person's wrist.

"Hand it over...... Otherwise, I'll call the police! ”

Qin Kan snorted weakly.

Another person also panicked and took out a folding fan from his sleeve, put it on the ground, and fled in shame.

I'm so thin-skinned, I definitely won't be so happy if I change it......

Qin Kan, who caught two thieves in a row, couldn't help but feel a little proud.

I wonder if there is a hidden version of the thief in the road?

Qin Kan subconsciously grabbed his hands indiscriminately,

Then there was a warm and comfortable touch in the palm of the hand.

Fluffy and comfortable.

Hot steamed buns?

What kind of thief, the taste of stealing is so low......

"Hand it over!" Qin Kan was a little angry, the steamed buns are also mine!

A shy cry was followed by an angry yell: "Bastard! Dare to touch my Hun family......"

Stealing my steamed buns and daring to scold me? Shameless!

Decisively gave his middle finger up, and then ...... Qin Kan was completely unconscious.

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The spring water is blue in the sky, and the boat is painted to listen to the rain. The people on the edge are like the moon, and the frost and snow are condensed on the wrists. If you are not old, you must return to your hometown, and you must break your intestines when you return to your hometown.

The rain in the south of the Yangtze River makes people happy and sad.

In the seventeenth year of the reign of Hongzhi in the Ming Dynasty, Qinzhuang, Shanyin County, Shaoxing Prefecture, Jiangnan.

Qin Kan stood on the side of the only path leading to the county seat at the entrance of the village, looking at the twilight rain between heaven and earth, his eyes were full of loneliness.

Villagers in coarse cloth shirts passed by him with farm tools on their shoulders, and they all looked back at him, their expressions of awe could not hide their curiosity.

The voices of the villagers who were trying to suppress still reached Qin Kan's ears in the slightest.

"After Qin Xianggong was rescued, how did he become stupid?"

"The reputation of a good Xiucai has been dismissed, how can you not be stupid?"

The conversation began to stretch......

"I can't see that Qin Xianggong is such a weak person, but he is also a bloody man."

"Yes, a nineteen-year-old Xiucai Gong dared to vomit blood from the son of the prefect, tsk......"

"In the end, it's too careless, it's too impulsive, how can Xiucai offend the prefect? Look, didn't the day before yesterday the Shaoxing Mansion Xuezheng give Shanyin County a note? Alas, Xiucai's fame was revolutionized, and all the family property paid for the prefect's decoction and medicine, but it's a pity ...... lamentable"...,

"Why did Qin Xianggong beat the prefect's son?"

"I heard that it's for a woman......"

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“…………”

It's obviously a whisper from the villagers, but it's a bit unscrupulous.

Qin Kan stood by the ridge with his hands in his hands and smiled bitterly.

Except for a wry smile, he really didn't know what kind of expression Lu Dao should use to express his mood at the moment.

Yes, the "Xiucai" that the villagers are talking about is him, Qin Kan.

And the son of the prefect, and the woman who made the two fight...... To be honest, Qin Kan didn't remember it at all.

Because this Qin Kan is not the other Qin Kan, he has a big secret hidden in his heart, that is...... He comes from the modern age of the twenty-first century and just arrived yesterday.

Theoretically speaking, at this moment, he should sleep in a five-star hotel, and be ashamed of a luxury bed with a flight attendant who has just hooked up, instead of standing in the countryside of the seventeenth year of Hongzhi in the Ming Dynasty and reading the world and the world......

Theories are just theories, it is not facts after all.

The truth is...... Qin Kan he crossed.

Qin Kan is a good person, no matter in his previous life or in this life, no one who knows him will object to this conclusion.

God is so unfair, those bastards who kill people and set fires and do all kinds of evil are all fine, but he Qin Kan, a good young man in the new century who is dedicated to his post and loves his work, bows his head and is willing to be a son of a cow, at best, he has a little hobby of picking flowers, but he has been crossed.

Well, cross and cross.

But...... The clothes of the Ming Dynasty are really ugly, and they are ...... The two planks in the thatched hut for people to step on are so fragile?

What is it for!!

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