It's pasta! I recognized it at a glance.

For a moment, my mind was a little confused, and then I looked at the noodles in the basin on the table, and it really looked like pasta - but this is the outskirts of Luoyang City, Henan Province in the Ming Dynasty, how could there be such a thing?

"What? I don't like to eat noodles! ”

The old lady asked me softly with a smile.

"It's not...... It's not ......," I quickly picked up my chopsticks and ate in a big gulp.

When I first went to work, Tian Zhen took me to eat pasta once, it shouldn't be very authentic, I remember the taste, don't talk about it! It's a bit like the noodles I ate that time.

"Auntie, who taught you how to make this noodle?"

The old lady was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"You young man is really interesting to talk about, women still need to be taught to cook! No! I figured it out myself, put the tomatoes and pounded it into a sauce, and Zhiming and his father both said it was delicious......"

I nodded and continued to gobble up.

After eating, the old man poured a cup of tea.

"What's the matter, my wife's noodles are okay, right?"

I thanked again and again: "It's delicious!" It's the first time I've eaten noodles this big and so good. ”

The old man's mouth was cracked, revealing a mouth full of big yellow teeth.

"That's what the red haired man said, too!"

Hearing him mention the red haired son again, I couldn't help but wonder even more.

"Uncle, what is the red hair!"

"A foreigner! The foreigner who came to Daming to preach—as if he had come from a country called 'What's Li'—was strangely looking, with very long hair and beard, all reddish-brown, so we all called him 'Red Maozi'. ”

I suddenly realized that I couldn't help laughing out loud: "You said that you are red-haired, it turns out that you are human!" I...... I thought it was a monkey or an orangutan! ”

The family of three all laughed.

"Uncle, what's the name of the red-haired man you said?"

"It's a strange name, longer than ours, like ...... It's called Marco Bean Glass...... That's probably the name. ”

Marco bean glass?

What is the name, so strange.

Don't...... Could it be Marco Polo?

I just felt my scalp tingle: "Is it called Marco Polo?" ”

The old man nodded abruptly: "Yes! That's the name. ”

That's right, the inventor of pasta is called Marco Polo, it really makes people never expect that pasta was Marco Polo from China to Italy, and then became famous in the world, and what is more unexpected is that the inventor of pasta is an ordinary old lady who lives by the Yellow River.

After chatting with the old man for a while, I began to be a little absent-minded, to be precise, I was a little anxious, after all, I had only seen it from books and movies before, and it was very interesting to watch others cross, but I could replace it with myself...... It's hard to put into words.

It's okay to cross over and have fun, it's a good thing! But once you cross over, you can't go back, but it's a big tragedy.

Outside of the words, the old man seemed to have some doubts about my background and began to ask me tentatively.

"How did the young man come to us in Luoyang from Shandong! It's a long way off, isn't it? ”

"Well...... It's not close! ”

"The young man is dressed so strangely, he shouldn't be farming, right?"

"No farming ......"

As soon as I exited this "place", I heard a burst of shouts outside, mixed with the cries of women and children.

The old man shouted "not good" and jumped straight from the bench.

"Wife, hurry up and hide the grain in the hole, maybe ...... Maybe the beard is here to grab something! ”

In a hurry, the old man spoke quickly, I heard "beard" as "monkey", and hurriedly asked: "Can monkeys still enter the village to rob people's things?" ”

"What monkeys! It's a beard! After speaking, I didn't explain in detail, the three of them hid a few bags of grain under a board in the corner of the wall, where there was a hole of about one square meter, and the bottom was black and rumbling, which seemed to be quite deep.

As soon as he covered the wooden plank, he heard a "crackling" footsteps outside, and the old man did not panic, grabbed a handful of soil, blew hard at the plank, and then wiped his hands on his trousers, turned and walked towards the door.

A few people rushed in outside the door, almost colliding with the old man.

These people looked like they were only twenty or thirty years old, with red turbans around their heads, mustaches on their chins, and fierce looks, and the key was that they all held three-foot-long machetes in their hands.

The old man and the three of them knelt down together, and the old man still looked at me, I can guess what it means, and let me kneel down.

At this time, I also understood that the "beard" in the old man's mouth was these people - robbers.

"Who are you?" At the head was a sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked man with a slightly longer beard on his chin than the others.

This accent - Lu Nannan accent?

Could it be these robbers or fellow villagers in Shandong?

I don't know if it's because I think I'm a person in the future, but I'm not afraid at all, I always feel that they can't kill me.

I deliberately skimmed Shandong's dialect: "I'm from Shandong!" ”

The mustache was obviously a little surprised, and looked me up and down: "You are from Shandong?" What are you doing here? ”

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I casually explained, and my hand was already touching the back of my waist.

Before, before going down to the pit, Zhang Zhouting had given me a gun with six bullets in it, and I touched it just now.

There were a total of four robbers who entered the house, and when they heard the sound outside, they should have rushed to other people's houses.

The mustache glanced around the room: "Where's the grain?" ”

The sound was like a broken gong.

The old man replied with a sad face: "This year's harvest is not good! Most of them have paid public rations! Where is there food. ”

"No food? Search! ”

The other three robbers circled the house, in the cupboard, under the cupboard, and even in the haystack outside the door, and found a few nests.

I stole a glance at the corner of the wall, the wooden plank laid on the ground, which had just been blown by the old man with a layer of soil, and there was no trace of anything unusual.

"All go outside!"

When he saw that nothing had been found, the mustache yelled in anger and called us all to a clearing in the village.

There were already more than a dozen people kneeling or lying on their stomachs in the clearing.

Cries, lamentations, one after another.

"You people are impatient! If you can't hand over the food, you should wait to see the king of Yama! A middle-aged black man with a scar under his left eye rode on his horse and yelled at the crowd in the clearing, his voice low and unpleasant.

There were more than a dozen people around, all of them holding bright broadswords.

When I saw that the situation was wrong, I came up with the idea of trying to see if I could travel back, and I thought to myself, why don't you just try it! It's a big deal if it doesn't work out, and then think of another way.

But thinking about it again, the three of the old man saved me, if I left like this, wouldn't it be very unrighteous?

Can you think of a way to save them?

With that in mind, I touched the pistol stuck in my belt again, and glanced around at the bandits. Including the scarred man on the horse, there are a total of thirteen people, and it is estimated that there are seven or eight more people in the village, that is to say, there are about twenty people in total.

But I only have six bullets in my hand, which is quite a difference!

While I was struggling, I heard shouts and shouts from the direction of the village, and when I followed the sound, I saw two robbers approaching with a weak scholar-like man.

The scarred man hurriedly shouted, "What is this for?" ”

I should have added me to this "again".

"Brother, this person is hiding in the grass, and a few of us think he is very suspicious, so we brought him!"

The scarred man nodded: "What's in the small box he's carrying?" ”

"Brother, I read it just now, it's all books!"

"Books?"

"Yes!"

With that, one of the robbers picked up the thin man's small box and dumped a stack of books on the ground.

I glanced at it, and because of my good eyesight, I recognized a few big characters in the book - Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

I thought to myself, this is a "Three Kingdoms fan"!

As soon as the idea came to me, it felt that something was wrong.

"Romance of the Three Kingdoms" seems to have been written in the Ming Dynasty, and if you look at the stack of books scattered in the box, they are all unbound and are all written manuscripts......

I suddenly realized, is this the author of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" Luo Guanzhong?

It's really edifying!

I accidentally traveled to the Ming Dynasty, and first learned the truth about pasta, and then met one of the authors of the four famous books.

In fact, what makes me even happier is that if the scholar in front of me is really Luo Guanzhong, then we should be able to save the day this time, because if he dies, there will be no book in the future.

On the other hand, since "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" has become one of the four famous novels four hundred years later, Luo Guanzhong will not die this time.

Thinking about it like this, I suddenly gained a little more confidence.

Two more robbers...... I secretly cry out in my heart!

This is the Ming Dynasty four hundred years ago, although there was already gunpowder, but it was not common to use, and those who could use gunpowder were the imperial court, this kind of third-rate bandits, it would be good to have a decent knife.

They haven't seen a gun, so they don't know how it works, so if I pretend to be a ghost......

At least since Liu Bang, "those who have achieved great things" have liked to "pretend to say that heaven" to fool the people, what dreams to kill the white snake, what God possesses, purely fooling people...... But the results are often surprisingly good.

Hong Xiuquan created a fake "God", and he successfully became the emperor for more than ten years, that day! In fact, this life is worth it......

Quickly pinched himself, what time is this, why do you still think about it!

If I pretend to be a fool and kill a few people with a gun, the others should be able to be bluffed!

The scarred man shouted a few times towards the crowd, his Shandongfang dialect with a thicker nasal voice, I didn't understand much, I saw him finish shouting, and a few bandits on the side walked towards the thin scholar with long knives.

Not good! Look at the posture, this is to take the scholar to open the knife!

I couldn't hesitate any longer, I shouted, jumped out, pulled out my gun, and pointed at the scarred man: "Bold fanatic, after seeing this Heavenly Master, still don't kneel?" ”

Actually, I want to say that this "God" is trying to say that a person they don't know very well can bluff people, but when I nervously say "God" as a "heavenly master".

A dozen robbers all stared at me and pointed their knives at me, meaning that at the slightest command from the scarred man, they would rush up and chop me into meat sauce.

The scar man was furious, and also pointed the knife in his hand at me, and shouted a bunch of nonsense, listening to the effect of asking me what I was doing.