In the third year of Xianfeng in the Qing Dynasty, in the year of Guichou, in 1853 AD, outside the city of Cangzhou.

Although it was only late September, the weather was colder than usual. In the sky, lead-like clouds were piled up, and suddenly, snow particles the size of rice grains fell sparsely.

The cold wind is like a cut, the air is condensed, and in this weather where hiding in the house is still as cold as a cone, there are two people standing on their backs, walking on the official road a stone's throw away from Cangzhou City. As the two figures gradually approached, it can be seen that walking in front is an old man wearing a black Songjiang cloth cotton robe printed with 10,000 characters and constant hair colors, wearing a sharp rat warm hat, his face is stained with wind and dust, it can be seen that he has walked a long distance, and there is a very heavy blanket on his shoulders, which seems to be yellow and white.

Behind the old man was a ten-year-old young man wearing a thick blue calico jacket and trousers, burly, with a pair of double-beam cloth flat-toed fast boots on his feet, and an eyebrow-length short stick in his hand, who seemed to be a man.

"Daddy Xu, I can't see that at your age, your foot strength is not inferior to mine, isn't it worried that if you slow down, the silver in this blanket will fly by yourself?" Seeing the old man hurrying in front, the guy smiled and joked to the old man.

"Don't want to rap, just bury your head and hurry," the old man turned around and glared at the guy who didn't do anything more, and his feet were still tight, "Listen to the master, Changmao has already hit the important towns of Shenzhou and Jiaohe, and he will go to Cangzhou City between words, and the city is now panicked, and the county government has issued a notice, once the unitary time is over, the four gates are locked, and idle people are not allowed to enter and exit the city gate, don't go faster, do you want to spend the night on this road?" ”

The guy put the short stick on his shoulder: "If the long hair really hits, I will join the group to practice, and I can kill a few thieves, and I will reward a few taels of silver to marry a wife and have children, wouldn't it be better than this guy with others." ”

"Full of nonsense, is the war a game?" The old man's tone became stern, "Even the Mongolian iron horsemen of the monk and the prince can't stop them, you go, isn't it the birthday star who hangs himself, and he thinks he has a long life?" ”

The guy smiled disapprovingly, and no longer replied, just looked around boredly to relieve his boredom.

Suddenly, the guy shouted: "Daddy Xu, it seems that someone is lying on the edge of the moat in front......

The old man was startled, and said that he was afraid that he was not a robber who wanted to cut the path, so he squinted his eyes, and looked hard towards the moat through the weaving snow curtain, and sure enough, he saw a black figure lying motionless on the edge of the river, and his body was covered with a thin layer of snow.

"That man doesn't move, maybe it's a beggar who died of hunger, I'll go and see." The man said that he was a beggar, but in his heart he thought that in case the man was sent by Long Hair, he happened to seize and go into the city to receive the silver, so he did not wait for the old man to say anything to dissuade him, and ran over.

The old man couldn't stop it, and couldn't help but pause again and again, for fear that the guy would be fooled and leave himself here alone, in case a few thieves came out, and his life was injured, and the silver in the blanket was robbed, it would be troublesome.

Just as he was anxious, the guy suddenly let out an exclamation: "Daddy, come on, this offspring is dressed very strangely, and there is no braid!" ”

The old man saw that the situation around him was the same, and he was a little relieved, so he walked over, but saw a young man in his twenties lying on the ground, with a delicate appearance, but no braids on his head, but a strange hair that looked like a monk or not, wearing a blue tweed costume, with shiny iron plates on his shoulders and left and right chests, and a pair of black pointed leather shoes on his feet.

"Hey, Housheng, where are you?" Although the old man is only the steward in the Lu Mansion, he also knows that according to the regulations of the Qing Dynasty, if you are not a royal family or noble, your boots must not be pointed.

The young man lying on the ground finally woke up, first got up and sat on the ground, covered his right forehead with his hand, frowned and took a deep breath, and then opened his eyes, but was startled by the two people in front of him who were also dressed in strange clothes: "What are you doing, why are you dressed like this?" I'm rubbing, you guys are with the grandson who hit me with a brick, right? ”

As he spoke, the young man rolled over and jumped to his feet, his hands touching his waist to his waist, where a Type 92 police pistol was pinned to his holster.

The young man's accent sounded a bit like the taste of the capital, but it didn't look like it, and what he said made the old man and the guy also seem to understand, the old man subconsciously took a few steps back, and the guy also put the short stick in front of him, ready to meet the enemy.

"Housheng, don't panic, I'm not a villain, I'm just passing through here, and I saw you falling in the snow, so I checked it kindly, don't Meng Lang is." After all, the old man was well-informed, and quickly calmed down and explained with a pleasant face.

"Can you speak well? Also, when you played the legend of Zhen Huan, you also wore a Tang costume, looking like pretending to be an old dress, scaring people at night, right? The man seemed to be in a bad mood, and he started training people with one mouth.

The old man shook his head and secretly complained that his buddy was troublesome, and he provoked such a bad guy, but after years of honing his human feelings, the old man suppressed his unhappiness in his heart, and just arched his hand and signaled the guy to leave quickly.

"Hey, stop, I'm sorry, my name is Yang Yi. I just got a brick cut by someone, my head is buzzing, and I can't talk anymore, don't you mind, by the way, where is this, why don't you seem to have never been here? Yang Yi saw that the two of them turned around to leave, and pondered that he might have misunderstood these two people, because if they were really in the same group as the tomb robbers who patted their own bricks, they would have thrown themselves into the river next to them to extinguish their mouths, so why wait for themselves to wake up, so he withdrew his right hand and shouted.

"This is Cangzhou City, it's getting late, the wind is tight and the snow is strong, so it's better to hurry back to your home." The old man really didn't want to have anything to do with this weirdo anymore, so he was about to leave.

"What's that?" Yang Yi exclaimed again, and then after looking in a circle in a little panic, he squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, "Can you tell me what year it is, ah?" ”

"It's now the third year of Xianfeng in the Qing Dynasty, and the year of Gui Chou." The old man saw that Yang Yi seemed to be crazy, so he dragged his guy and left.

"God, I'm not the old king next door to your house, do you need to pit me like this, a brick actually took me to the Qing Dynasty, do you dare to hang a little more, hey, this time it's ruined!" That Yang Yi muttered in his mouth, his expression was desperate and helpless.

He couldn't figure it out, just now, he was still guarding an ancient tomb with a simple shape and a lotus bluestone throne accidentally excavated by the construction crew, because he saw someone sneaking over the cordon and getting into the open tomb, he used to want to catch the tomb robber, but he didn't want to be careless, and the tomb robber hit his forehead with a blue brick engraved with curved symbols in the tomb and fainted, but he fainted for a while, how did he wake up and cross it, or the poor and weak Xianfeng years, It's swollen!

"Daddy Xu, these days, who dares not to keep braids, except for long hair, who else dares? I see that he is dressed like those foreign hairy clothes, he must be a spy sent by Long Hair, who pretended to be crazy in order to deceive us, and I knocked him over with a few sticks, tied him up and sent him to the yamen, and he must have done all the tricks when he went down with a board. Seeing Yang Yi's depressed appearance, the guy became a lot more courageous, and the small universe in his heart that received the silver began to burn again, and he raised his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows and rushed towards Yang Yi who was squatting on the ground.

Just heard the sound of "oops", the guy stumbled, and he came to gnaw on the mud, and the short stick was thrown far away. It turned out that although Yang Yi was in a trance by this unexpected comic crossing, the intuition cultivated in his police career for several years, as well as his instinctive reaction as a Jeet Kune Do master, were not affected at all, so when the guy rushed over with a stick, Yang Yi, who sensed the approaching danger, almost reflexively swept his leg back and knocked the guy to the ground.

"What are you doing sneaking up on me, what's the matter, I don't think I'm messy enough, you still want to take me to the Tang Dynasty with a stick, right?" Yang Yi looked at the guy who was covered in snow unexpectedly and angrily, and scolded angrily.

"Come on, there are long-haired spies here, come quickly......" As soon as the guy saw that Yang Yi was a practitioner, he got up and pulled the old man to run, and at the same time shouted at the city gate that was close at hand.

Yang Yi looked at the stumbling backs of the two angrily and funny, but soon he couldn't laugh, because dozens of torches had appeared on the black and dark city, as well as the increasing shadows of black shadows, and in the firelight, the silhouettes of long and short weapons could be vaguely seen.

"Who's making a noise, where is the long-haired spy?" At the head of the city, a slightly chubby figure hid behind the arrow hole, roaring with a trembling voice.

"Long hair is on the edge of the moat, open the city gate quickly, I am Xu Guangti, the steward of Lu Jingtian Lu's family, I just ......came back from collecting land rent in the countryside," the old man and his man ran across the suspension bridge that had not yet been put away, stood under the city gate and shouted.

"All of them", after a few fires flashed on the city's head, there was a muffled thunder and several clouds of white smoke, and a few seconds later, several * hit the snow around Yang Yi, and the snowflakes splashed everywhere, and made a "snort" sound.

Yang Yi sighed, the firearm that can hit so far must be the famous gun that he has seen in the history books, it seems that he has really returned to the Qing Dynasty.

At this moment, the short and fat figure at the head of the city spoke again: "Old Xu, how many people are there in the spies?" ”

"One, Mr. Zhang, just one, you always open the city gate and let us in." Xu Guangchou begged with a crying voice.

"Brothers, go, follow Master Zhang and I will go down to catch the spies!" As soon as he heard that there was only one spy in the Tianping Army under the city, that Zhang General suddenly had the courage to take his green battalion soldiers down the city tower and open the city gate to arrest Yang Yi.

Yang Yi saw all this clearly, and heard it clearly, he touched the 15-round capacity of the 92-type police pistol on his waist, and knew that it was easy to destroy these Qing Dynasty soldiers who were drinking and eating in the rice bags, but as a policeman from the 21st century, his inherent legal literacy and police discipline told him that he had no right to deprive others of their lives, even if these people did not belong to the Qing Dynasty ancients who did not belong to the rule of law society.

So, Yang Yi had to turn around and run in the opposite direction to Cangzhou City, and he didn't know where he was going.