The soil shining by the sun was hot, and Han Qing moved his fingers slightly, and his consciousness was slowly recovering. What's the situation? Why is it so hot? It's like lying on your stomach in the oven, and it's unusually uncomfortable. Fierce eyes open eyes, where is this? Lying on the dirt floor. Oh, my God! So dirty! He sat up weakly and looked around, as if he was in a mountain, with a gourd that looked like water, a small bamboo basket, and a small hoe. Han Qing stared at the gourd, very puzzled. Such a gourd can't be found in the countryside, but I remember seeing it in my grandfather's room when I was a child before I went to school. Grandpa is a nostalgic person and likes to collect some old things, so there are a lot of useless things in the room. I only remember that my grandfather said that this is a water hyacinth that was used to hold water and drink. When I was a child, I was curious about how I hollowed out the inside to hold water, and I often played with it. With the death of my grandfather more than 20 years ago, the old objects have also disappeared along with them. Modern people drink water with water cups, and when they go out, the kettle they bring is also made of plastic or stainless steel products. Where else can you see such old objects?

Han Qing picked up the water hyacinth curiously, looked at it and looked at it, and it didn't look like an old object from decades ago.

However, suddenly, Han Qing was scared and sweated when he saw his hands.

Oh, my God! What the hell is this?

His hands were so rough, and they were black, thin, and dirty, like dry old branches, and they were not at all his long, slender and white fingers, which were properly maintained. Look at the clothes on your body again, there are patches, and if you look closely at the clothes, they are the legendary coarse linen, which is definitely worn for many years before it will be so worn.

What's going on? Is it a dream? Thinking about it, I couldn't help but pinch my thigh, yes, it hurts!

Han Qing grinned in pain, and touched his clothes again without giving up, pulled and pulled a few times, it was a real object, not an illusion. Looking closely at the water hyacinth and the little hoe, this is definitely not something from decades ago. Looking at his hands and feet again, they are not at all the way what he looks like when he is thirty years old in modern times, his skin is dark, thin as wood, so weird, is this swollen?

After thinking about it hard, I was obviously just taking a shower and preparing to cook for my daughter,,,,,,

Oh yes, ready to cook,,,,,, oh my! What about the little girl? I shook my head hard and looked around again,,,,,, but there was no trace of my daughter,,,,,,

I pinched my thigh harder again, it still hurt, it was really not a dream!! Looking at yourself in a shabby ancient costume, is it true that you have crossed over?

Unlikely, right? Does this kind of plot in fiction really happen in real life?

The sun was still unceremoniously shining on the earth, and after waking up, Han Qing was weak, but her instinctive desire to survive drove her to stand up and find a shady place to rest. There was a barren grass around, there was nowhere to shade, and after walking for a long time, he saw a road that was stepped on artificially, and Han Qing worked hard to go to the path. In this way, you can always meet people, so you should make yourself comfortable first, otherwise you will really have to be dried fish.

As soon as he walked a few steps on the road, he heard the sound of horse stomping, Han Qing turned around slowly, and saw a carriage galloping towards him,,,,,, mother, my sister was so scared that ,,,,,, instinctively wanted to hide, but Naihe's physical strength was already overdrawn but couldn't control his weak legs.

Han Qing fainted again due to excessive fright,,,,,,

"Little girl, wake up, girl,,,,,, wake up,,,,,,," the driver jumped out of the car in fright, looked at the man who had fallen to the ground, and shouted. Obviously, there was no one just now, why did he say a word to his master, and a little girl suddenly appeared, looking at this dress, she looked like a villager near here.

"Master, the slave did not check for a while, but he was frightened by a young girl, and now she fell to the ground and fainted,,,,,," said the coachman respectfully towards the carriage.

The people in the carriage had already heard the shouts of the coachman outside, and they didn't want to do much, but when they thought that it was noon, it was difficult to meet pedestrians on such a remote road, and if they didn't care, the girl was afraid that her life would be in danger. "Take the ruined temple ahead!"

"Yes, master!" The coachman searched the cart to make sure that there was no threat, put the man on the back of the carriage and drove forward at a high speed,,,,,,

Half an hour later, on the way, I passed the broken temple and put the person down, and checked the lower pulse, and it was determined that it was just too frightened, and there was some lack of water. He forcibly poured some water on the people, left the kettle, and thought that the girl's family would find it when they found out, so he hurriedly got on his horse and galloped away.

In the evening, Han Qing woke up on a dilapidated bedboard, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a girl about six or seven years old rushing into the door: "Sister, you are awake!" Mother, mother, eldest sister woke up,,,," As soon as the words fell, a thin woman ran into the house quickly, saw her daughter who woke up, and cried excitedly: "My good daughter, I woke up anyway, and I was scared to death!" It's okay, it's okay if it's okay,,,,," After speaking, he hugged his daughter who was lying on the bed tightly and cried.

Han Qing really couldn't stand the feeling of being held tightly, and struggled without strength, but it had no effect. "That ,,,,,,I'm so hungry,,,,,," "Mother, I'll make you food,,,,,, you lie down first,,,,,," said while helping her daughter to lie down, quickly out of the house, shouting loudly as she walked: "Xiang'er, hurry up and help my mother pick wild vegetables ,,,,,, grass, and help my mother make a fire!" "Okay, mother!" The girl, who was about to enter the house to see her eldest sister, stopped and answered. The girl in the house also responded: "Mother, I'll be here soon!" With his short legs, he quickly followed his mother to the stove.

Han Qing lay on the bed and tried to recall this series of events, looking at the strange and dilapidated environment around him. I can't help sighing, it seems that I have really crossed over, and the family that has crossed should be quite poor, look at this room, in addition to a dilapidated bed, there is only a broken bowl on the table made of old wooden boards next to it. The walls of the mud pillars are also riddled with holes, and people can't help but worry about whether they will collapse when the wind blows.

After a while, the mother of this body came in with a worn-out bowl: "Come, daughter, get up and drink some porridge!" While putting down the bowl, he helped his daughter to lean on top of him, and then brought the bowl to his daughter's mouth. Han Qing looked at the food in the bowl, and couldn't help frowning, there were a few floating vegetable leaves inside, and I couldn't tell what it was, it was really a little disgusting to see. But when I think of the family situation of this body, it is really difficult to say anything. I closed my eyes and drank the so-called porridge that was thin like water in one go.