After sitting for a while, Chu Fan gently put the willow hairpin back to the pillow and groped into the stove house in the dark. Poor, so poor, I don't even have an oil lamp at home.

He took out a bundle of straw and sat down by the brazier and thought for a while, and began to think about stopping and weaving straw sandals.

In his previous life, he was an orphan, no one had knitted a sweater for him, and he had never seen how a sweater was made. However, straw sandals are much simpler than sweaters, and it is not too difficult to weave a pair of "simple" ones with the warp and weft of the sole pre-designed in mind.

Skill comes from practice.

The first shoe took an hour and a half, and the second shoe took just over half an hour.

After the shoes were knitted, I rubbed and pressed them vigorously with the palms of my hands, but I still felt a little prickly, so I went to the stove house and brought a firewood knife and a few pieces of wood.

An hour later, Chu Fan lay down on the ground with satisfaction.

A few hours of undistracted labor clarified the messy things in my mind, and my anxiety was reduced a lot.

He had been lying down for three days to recuperate, and he hadn't sorted out the ins and outs until yesterday.

Fifteen years ago, he traveled through the Otherworld with a mass of energy, preventing his soul from flying away.

It is unknown whether the energy was caused by the splitting of space-time, or the condensation of the nuclear energy that broke through space-time during the experiment. In short, it is hidden in the pineal cone point between the eyebrows of the body, like a small sun emitting light and heat, but crystal clear like a crystal.

When he was two years old, the lower dantian three inches below his navel was kicked and shattered by Lu Bo, and his head slammed into the ground after falling, and he was secretly healed and nourished by this mass of energy, saving his life.

This time it's even more serious.

That mass of energy delayed organ failure as much as possible, but it couldn't live and die human flesh and bones. When your life hangs by a thread, if you don't get treatment and care, you will be doomed after all. At that time, he was stabbed seventeen or eighteen times, and his chest and abdomen almost penetrated, and even if he did not die of excessive blood loss, he would have died of complications caused by infection and inflammation.

It was the little girl and the old man who saved him again.

It is estimated that at the age of fifteen, he is almost an adult, and his brain is developed enough to withstand a huge amount of information, and that energy is poured into his mind by the way. The situation is very much like the "Daigo empowerment" of Buddhism, and it is a bit like the so-called "enlightenment". made him get out of the previous state of chaos and nightmares, and judged him to be like two people.

So, does the guinea pig cross?

This is not something he should be thinking about right now.

Hungry all night on an empty stomach, the next morning Gardenia boiled a pot of millet porridge, and her face was ashamed. Chu Fan saw that she was busy like a little bee, smiling without saying a word.

The concept of breakfast was also what Chu Fan had just told her.

Slaves generally ate only one, at most two, lunch, dinner. They don't know how many meals they eat a day.

The morning sun is shining, and the distant mountains are like daisies.

In autumn, the grass and trees begin to turn yellow.

The sorghum is ripe and fragrant.

A ploughing ox stretched its neck and desperately tried to reach for a green wild vegetable, and the shepherd boy rode on the back of the ox and pronounced the flute. Under the willow tree, the farmer is hoeing and listening.

Hmph, what a leisurely idyllic scene!Chu Fan sneered.

Gardenia looked up with a puzzled face, feeling that her brother's eyes were suddenly clear and bright after waking up, and there was an awesome aura on his body, and he refused to play anymore.

Is it because my brother's injury has not healed, or is she too ugly? The little girl pursed her mouth, worried.

She wears a pair of straw sandals underneath her feet.

The thin straw sole with two straps does not even have an upper. Crooked, simple and rough, the craftsmanship is really not flattering. But it is lined with several layers of elm skin, which is very soft and comfortable to step on.

In the morning, when I was sleepy-eyed, I saw my brother smiling and handing over the shoes, and the ground was scattered with a layer of straw and a few pieces of elm wood that had been stripped of its bark, and the little girl really wanted to cry and wondered. My brother has always been stupid, when did he become so clever?

The sorghum in the fields undulates like waves with the wind, and there is no end to it.

Chu Fan looked at the field with his hands behind his back and said softly:

"He is leaving, and he is a seedling. The line is vigorous, and the center is shaky. Those who know me say that I am worried, and those who do not know me say what I want. Who is this?

He is separated, and he is the spike of grass. The line is vigorous, and the center is drunk. Those who know me say that I am worried, and those who do not know me say what I want. Who is this?"

The little girl pursed her lips and snickered, and little stars twinkled in her eyes.

She couldn't read, she couldn't understand at all, and she had never heard such quaint sentences, but she thought it was amazing. Of the more than 1,000 people in Lujiabao, none of them spoke like this.

Looking at her little appearance, Chu Fan grinned happily. He scratched his small nose dotingly, patted his thin shoulder lightly, and said:

"You stay here and watch, and take the wind. If someone comes, go into the house and tell my brother. ”

Well.

The little girl nodded in confusion.

Whatever her brother commands, she does. There is no need to understand, no need to reason.

The three of them are the most remote, close to Daishan, and in front of them are hills except for the fields. The farmer walked on the path, and the Lu family walked on the embankment avenue, and if they came over, they could see it from afar.

Chu Fan squinted at the sun, feeling that it was only ten o'clock in the morning, and it was still early before lunch, so he turned around and walked back to the thatched house along the ridge.

He's in a race against time.

He knew very well that this seemingly leisurely idyllic scenery actually hid a suffocating darkness.

Eight hundred slaves are equivalent to eight hundred head of livestock, and they are free, and even their lives belong to the Lu family, and they can be slaughtered at any time.

A few days ago, when he entered the gladiatorial fight, he heard a conversation floating from upstairs:

“...... The auspicious point has been completed, and the feng shui is unique...... Only this virgin's birth date matches, gardenia, and everything else is useless...... It is crucial to protect the yin soul with the soul of a virgin. Do not let her die of terror and carry a ferocious aura...... White silk is the worst, arsenic is the second, and mercury is the best. The more mercury, the better, so that the dead have a full face and a full soul...... There is not much mercury in San'in County, so it is best to prepare it well before the Mid-Autumn Festival......"

"That's what the Master said, and that's what ...... done."

Ah Fan didn't quite understand at the time, and after being roughly pushed into the field, those few words were still circling in his mind, his hands and feet were cold, and his whole body trembled.

Cut down the complicated and simplified, the meaning of that paragraph couldn't be clearer. Ruber may not survive the autumn, so the mage sets up a feng shui formation, chooses Gardenia to be buried, and prepares to poison him with mercury.

Chu Fan believes that martyrdom is undoubtedly the most dark and barbaric act of human beings, and there is no one.

In the previous life, more than 2,000 years ago, the saint issued an angry cry of "The one who started it, what is the aftermath?" However, the funeral system has continued endlessly, and not to mention the common slaves, even the queen concubines had to dress up to die, and it was strictly forbidden more than a hundred years after the high-tech era.

Chu Fan woke up in the other world, and he didn't have any vigorous thoughts.

But as a traverser, if you watch your little sister be buried, it is better to quickly find a piece of tofu to die, find a rope to hang her, and not live this experience. Anyway, if you live, it's in vain, like walking with the dead.

For the time being, he just wants to save the little girl, and it is best to ask Uncle Shangcang to escape together. As for revenge, let the fifty-mile Lujia Fort disappear in smoke, etc., I will talk about it later.

Time is pressing, and I can't use a belly of knowledge. What's the use of understanding interganglionic transmission?

You can still only rely on your fists!