"Grandpa, there's someone!" A slightly childish voice faintly reached Qin Xuan's mind.

For a moment, in the fog, Qin Xuan felt that someone helped him up. "Childe, are you alright?"

"Childe?!" Qin Xuan, who slowly recovered his consciousness, was a little strange, and now there are still people who call other people's sons? Struggling to open his eyes, an old man and a child about seven or eight years old, strangely dressed in ancient costumes, couldn't help but mutter: What is the situation?

"Childe, are you well?" Without waiting for Qin Xuan to speak, the old man asked kindly. The face is dark but full, the nose is straight and the mouth is wide, and a wisp of a finger long goatee flutters on the chest, giving people a gentle feeling.

"You call me Childe?" Qin Xuan's heart was happy. "What age is it, you still call Childe, and the clothes you wear are too funny!"

"Childe, why do you say this, although the little old man is not wearing a brocade dress, he has never lost his dignity. Hum! The old man was obviously displeased, turned his head away, no longer looked at Qin Xuan, and the left hand dragging Qin Xuan's body was still the same.

"Okay, okay, I didn't say anything, but it's the 21st century, and you're still wearing ancient costumes, which is really weird, and you still call other people's sons!" Qin Xuan laughed a few times, and when he saw that the old man was displeased, he quickly restrained his smile.

"Hmph, weird, according to the little old man, the son is called weird. Do you not hear of your parents who have suffered from the hair of your body, and you have cut your hair like this? Besides, look at your dress, the bells and whistles are not solemn at all, the little old man does not regard you as a villain who disrespects his parents and saints, and he can be regarded as looking up to you. The old man was obviously angry, stretched out his right hand, pointed at Qin Xuan's hair, and looked Qin Xuan up and down with his eyes, with a look of disdain.

After listening to the old man's words, Qin Xuan was unhappy. "Hey, I said old man, you, I'm afraid you're the only one left in the whole world who dresses up and talks like you! And say me! ”

"You! You! Think of my Datang as a vast territory with a population of tens of thousands of people, and you are the unique weirdo. The old man's face was angry, and his white and black eyebrows were furrowed.

"Datang?!" Hearing Datang, Qin Xuan's head was buzzing, and he was a little unable to adapt. "You mean this is Datang?!"

"Hmph, otherwise, it's ten years of Zhenguan, it's not a Tang Dynasty or a big man!"

No, this is Datang, this old man won't lie to me! "Tell me, then, what kind of place is this?"

"This is Guangling Mountain, Guangling County, Xuzhou, and the little old man is the person from Zhangjiazhuang under this mountain." Qin Xuan's deranged look was clearly seen by the old man, and when he thought that Qin Xuan seemed to be ill, he didn't care about him, and brushed the goat's beard.

Could it be that I have crossed over and arrived in the Zhenguan period? Covering his face with his hands, he scolded over and over again in his heart: God, what are you doing, playing with me?

"Childe, who is the person, how did you end up like this?" Qin Xuan's strange dress still made the old man a little curious.

I don't know! I still want to ask, I came to the Tang Dynasty inexplicably, and I am still in this wilderness.

"Childe, could it be that you have a dark disease, why is your expression so painful?"

I remember that I had just come out of the hotel and was about to go back to school! How could he suddenly run to the Tang Dynasty? Yes, the earth shakes, the mountains shake, the earthquake! There was an earthquake in Chengdu. Could it be that the earthquake made me traverse?

"Childe, the little old man is not talented, but Zhuang Li Langzhong. If you have a dark disease, the little old man can help you diagnose and treat! Qin Xuan was silent, his eyes were empty, and the old man continued to say when he saw this.

I came to Datang inexplicably, and I am not familiar with life, what should I do! Why don't you go to this old man's house? But how can this be told to him? Forget it, let's lie first, pretend to be an ancient, and think about what to do next. "Then there is Uncle Lao!"

"Rui'er, help the son, go down the mountain and go home." The old man beckoned to the little boy who was obviously still in a daze on the side, picked up Qin Xuan and walked along the mountain road.

In about half an hour, an idyllic village came into view. Low houses, straight dirt roads, curling smoke, a river can be faintly seen in the east, and there is a wooden bridge on the river, which can be described as a small bridge and flowing water. Along the way, Qin Xuan looked around, and he also had some mixed feelings in his heart. The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the weeds are luxuriant, although it is a little backward, but it is not a paradise!

A few hundred steps later, there were farmers sitting around and chatting. Finding Qin Xuan and the three of them, someone got up and greeted the old man "Old Zhang" Yunyun, of course, he inevitably took a few more glances at the weird Qin Xuan.

"Elder Zhang, why did you go down the mountain so early today?" The one who spoke was an old man of the same age as Mr. Zhang, and his complexion was obviously not as good as Mr. Zhang, but he was dressed and compared to Mr. Zhang.

"Oh, it's Wang Cunzheng, there is a visitor today, go home early to say hello."

This Wang Cunzheng also seemed to be a little curious about Qin Xuan, stretched out his hand and pointed at Qin Xuan, and asked Zhang Lao, "Zhang Lao, who is this?" It's a little weird to dress up, it's not a bad guy! ”

A trace of displeasure flashed between Qin Xuan's expressions, and he also had a full view of Zhang's old and calm expression, and replied: "Don't blame Wang Cunzheng, he was a bachelor in the next trip, but he accidentally met a strong man on the road and almost died, and the hair on his skull was also cut off. ”

"Oh? What kind of strong man would have such clothes? Qin Xuan's answer, Village Chief Wang didn't seem to be very satisfied.

"I didn't know it, but I only knew that they were by the sea."

"By the sea, Haizhou?"

"I don't know."

"Okay, okay, Zhang Lao is willing to save it, and I won't ask anymore. If something goes wrong, Rizheng asks, it has nothing to do with me. With that, Wang Cunzheng turned around and left.

"Elder Zhang, if it's inconvenient, then you should leave in the next place, and it will save you some trouble." Although Qin Xuan also wanted to find a place to stay for a few days first to understand the situation, Wang Cunzheng's words made Qin Xuan a little worried about harming others.

Zhang Lao was also a little kind-hearted, and he didn't see any evil intentions in Qin Xuan's expression. "Hehe, Childe doesn't have to be like this, even if you want to leave, you have to let Xiao Lao'er help you adjust first, I'm afraid it's a little difficult to leave like you."

Qin Xuan glanced at Zhang Lao gratefully, and said from the bottom of his heart: "Thank you Zhang Lao, today's kindness will be rewarded in the future." ”

"It doesn't have to be this way!"

Zhang's hometown is a little dilapidated. The low earthen walls simply enclose a courtyard, and the three houses in some years do not look worse than those described in the Burrow, and a jujube tree in front of the house is luxuriant, and the late autumn sunlight is a little dappled through the branches.

Inside, a few barely usable pieces of furniture were scattered and displayed, and the bedding on the clay kang looked a little thinner. Zhang Lao and the little boy helped Qin Xuan to the kang, and the little boy ran out, it seemed that it was rare to be able to play once.

Zhang Lao scooped a bowl of water for Qin Xuan from the iron pot on the stove outside the hall. "Childe, the humble house is shabby, don't be lazy."

"What did Elder Zhang say, I can't be grateful, how can I dislike it."

"Listening to the spoken language of the son, like a northerner, I don't know where I live?" Zhang Lao looked calm, like a calm and relaxed Buddha.

Qin Xuan was originally from Handan, Hebei Province, and went to university in Chengdu. But what was the name of Handan in the Tang Dynasty, he really didn't know. With a wry smile, he said: "Old Zhang is smiling, the door is dilapidated, and now there is only one person left, don't say it!" As he spoke, he waved his hand.

"The little old man doesn't ask more, the son will rest for a while, see that the son's qi and blood are not good, and the little old man will go to decoct the herbs to nourish your qi and blood."

After Elder Zhang went out, Qin Xuan hurriedly searched his whole body. The whole body belongings: a mobile phone, a Zhibao lighter, a box of Hibiscus King, a mechanical watch on the left hand, an alloy pendant around the neck, and a few pieces of money in his pocket. Leaned on the hard pillow, closed his eyes, and pondered: Could it be that I, Qin Xuan, will survive in the Tang Dynasty in the future? What will I do? I'm just a college student who has never entered society, can I survive in the Tang Dynasty? How do you survive? One question after another hit Qin Xuan's mind like a wave.

An hour or so, Zhang Lao walked in with a bowl of black herbal soup. The strong smell of herbs entered Qin Xuan's nose and mouth, making Qin Xuan a little disgusted.

Seeing Qin Xuan's brows furrowed slightly, Zhang Lao naturally knew the reason in his heart. "Childe, although this bowl of medicine is unpleasant to swallow, it can replenish qi and blood."

"Well, well!" Qin Xuan is not pretentious, Zhang Lao, a stranger, has worked hard to boil medicine for himself, wouldn't it be too faceless if he didn't drink it.

Pinching his nose, Qin Xuan raised his head and swallowed it, the bitter taste almost made Qin Xuan spit out the medicinal soup he had just swallowed.

"Childe, you are also a scholar, and Xiao Lao'er doesn't say much, I just hope that you won't be depressed because of a little setback." Xu is old Zhang thought that Qin Xuan's appearance was self-harming.

When Qin Xuan heard this, he glanced at Zhang Lao again, and suddenly realized that this Zhang Lao spoke and acted in an orderly manner, and his words and deeds did not have the feeling of ordinary people, could it be that he was also a literati? "Zhang Lao is also a scholar?"

Hearing Qin Xuan's question, Zhang Lao's body trembled obviously, and then he returned to his original state. "The old past, it is not appropriate to mention it again."

It seems that this old man is by no means as simple as a village langzhong, and this time he saved me, and he was the first person I met when I came to the Tang Dynasty. Qin Xuan touched the lighter and money in his pocket, and thought to himself: If these things are pawned, they will definitely be able to exchange for some silver, and they should be able to survive with these two people. "That, Mr. Zhang, I want to leave in a few days, and I want to invite you to join Rui'er, I don't know ......"

Feeling the eagerness between Qin Xuan's words, Zhang Lao felt a little more warmth in his heart. "The little old man's grandchildren and grandchildren are still okay in this village, so I thank the son for his kindness."

When Qin Xuan heard this, he said secretly: Zhang Lao Mo doesn't believe that I can support the two of them! "Elder Zhang, don't worry, I can take care of the two of you, it must be better than the conditions here."

"Childe said and laughed, it's not that Xiao Lao'er doesn't believe Childe's words, he just doesn't want to run around."

Zhang Lao's answer made Qin Xuan feel that Zhang Lao himself had settled down with the encounter, and in a blink of an eye he thought of the little boy named Rui'er, and persuaded again: "What about Rui'er, who also grew up in this village, and then became a farmer?" "Seeing that Zhang Lao was a little hesitant, Qin Xuan knew that there was a play." Rui'er is still young, if she can study, she will be able to get ahead in the future, and she will not just work as hard as a farmer. ”

"This—"

"Elder Zhang, you should come down, there are still some items in the ancestors that have not been taken away by the strongman, and it is not a problem to exchange some money and goods."

"That's the ancestor of the child, how can it be like this?"

"Even if there is no Zhang and the old man, they will be sold like this."

"W-well! Little old man answered! ”;