The scene in front of me is completely different from the cement of the previous building. Everywhere there were dilapidated scenes, empty mud houses, and the walls were still the same wheat stalks and red mud bricks rammed with red mud.

The sudden visual gap made me forget the cold. By the time I found out that the weather had turned into early spring, my body had begun to swing involuntarily. If you're still wearing a t-shirt and light pants at around 5 degrees above zero, you'll be going to swing too.

There is a village in front of me, and the size of the village is quite large. A large part of it is built halfway up the hill. What kind of place is this? There are such backward villages. And there was no movement in the village, and there were some shredded clothes and strips of cloth scattered on the main road at the entrance of the village. Occasionally, a few straw sandals with broken straps can be seen.

I picked up the straw sandals and looked at them, they weren't a product of this era at all. This is the first time I've seen straw sandals, and the strips of cloth are so rough that they look like they've been woven by hand. I immediately thought of the backward villages I had seen when I was in Guangxi. But I immediately had to deny it, because the natural vegetation in Guangxi is very different from this place. Those withered grass are the same as the ones I saw in my hometown in Shandong.

Let's go in and have a look, find some warm clothes, or at least find a wall to block the wind. I found a few rooms, but basically I was pushed out by that disgusting bad luck before I even went in. I finally saw a leaky house, but when I went in, I saw a stubborn person. It's really hard, it should have been dead for a long time, [***] lying there, in a very awkward position.

It was the first time I had seen a dead man so close, and I ran out and retched. In my mind, I was still replaying the pair of black hole sockets I had just seen. The eyes were long gone, leaving two holes there staring right at the door. The cold sweat was blown by the cold wind, and another layer of goosebumps appeared on the body.

It took me a moment to calm down before I remembered the clothes on the dead man in the room, like ancient clothes. It's a bit like the one in the TV series, but it's not so glamorous. And because it is the clothing of the common people, especially the poor peasants, you can't see the dynasty at all. What the hell is this? What the hell is it, I read too many novels, right? Those TV series and movies these years are all, I don't even read that kind of novel, don't talk about TV series, I don't have a pursuit after watching it. But how can I explain all this? Could it be that after I die, I can change the scene I am in at will?

I tried to close my eyes, imagining what it was like at home, imagining what Lu Jia looked like in the hospital, imagining the moment when the off-road vehicle rushed towards me. Then I opened my eyes suddenly, and it was still that broken place. The smell of dead people was so real that it made me retch.

Vomiting and vomiting, I smirked with tears in my eyes. I don't know why I'm laughing, it's the kind of laugh I can't control. Until a gust of wind blew and dried the tears on my face, blowing my face with pain. It was the pain that brought me back to consciousness.

No, I need to go back, even if I have to watch my shell maintain the most basic vital signs under a mess of instruments than in a place where birds don't. I already know that it's not the way to go. I left the house with the dead and breathed clean air, and I began to wonder how I could get back to reality.

Thinking about it, I despair again, how can I have this kind of experience. Aren't all things described in TV series novels cheating?

But a dead horse has to be a live horse doctor, and I can't think of any way to get back to reality in those messy novels. There's no time machine here, and Einstein has been dead for so many years and no one has really made it. Why don't I kill myself? I've died once anyway.

In the end, I gave up, maybe it was a dream, a dream that was very real and real. I'll take a look around first, it's already like this anyway.

It is much stronger to smell the musty smell in the house than to see a dead person. I also have the experience to find a house that looks more luxurious. To be honest, this village is really poor, and luxury can only be a concept. Find a decent mansion at the foot of the village. The so-called grandeur is nothing more than a real wall, and there is a gate with two wooden panels put together.

Experience has taught me that this should be the village chief's home. If it were the Ming Dynasty, there would be no official position of village chief, and they would not have a political party like [***]. Not only did I find tattered clothes, but I even saw a piece of paper from an official family. Seeing that the village is so poor, in fact, it is estimated that they may not be able to use the luxury of paper in their lifetime. At that time, I actually had the leisure to expand my thinking, and they should use slightly wider leaves to go to the toilet.

The paper is relatively thick, and the quality of rice paper is not good, and there are official documents written on it. It was already soaked with water, and Huahua couldn't see clearly. I guess it's that kind of ancient text, and I can't necessarily understand it after reading it. It is written on the inscription that Linyong County Ya, the time is the 30th year of the Hongwu Dynasty, and the first month of the year has passed.

Hongwu, I know, is it Zhu Yuanzhang. If this piece of paper is back then, then Zhu Yuanzhang will die next year. If you convert it to the Gregorian calendar, this year will be 1395.

I went back more than 600 years, and I came here because I had this place in my head. Of course, at that time, I didn't have such a clear coherence to summarize the direct reason why I went to Linyong City 600 years ago.

Next year, that is, in 1396, Zhu Yuanzhang died, and his eldest grandson Zhu Yunwen would succeed to the throne. Zhu Yunwen will fall soon, and I saw the name "Mu Wen" in the wild history book that describes the history of the past few years. Was it really that book that brought me here?

This is obviously not Nanjing, and it is still when Zhu Yuanzhang was in power, and it was still early in 1401. I don't know if I'll be able to go back, but it's hard to say that staying in this kind of place for five years will suffocate people to death, and just as I was thinking about it with the piece of paper that I didn't even like to go to the toilet, there was a dull rumbling outside. I noticed that the ground was shaking slightly. This kind of momentum should be there when a train passes by. But this is the Ming Dynasty, and there can't be that kind of steel monster.

I ran out into the middle street of the village to get a look, but I saw a large group of people galloping towards me. There should be more people and more horses blocked by the mountain. The posture of the war horse turning a corner and running out of the ridge is very beautiful. I stood in the middle of the road and was stunned, absolutely stunned.

Subconsciously, I blocked my head with both hands, but thought to myself that they should not be able to see me, and maybe they would have to pass through the middle of my body. Before the hand was lowered, a white horse rushing to the front stood up with a sudden brake. To be honest, it was the first time I had seen a warhorse. It's not the kind of horse for ornamental use, it's a war horse that may have eaten the corpse of a dead soldier.

The horse that was pulled to his feet by his master was annoyed, and he should have been eager to trample me to death with both feet. The cavalry behind also stopped. To say that this unit is well-trained, in such an emergency situation, it can quickly stop, and there is no chaotic collision.

"Who's up ahead?"

The one who asked me was the man who had just grabbed the reins of his horse. At a cursory glance, it looks okay. The burly man also loses his elegant temperament, and he looks like a general. Of course, it was a general, and the clothes he wore were much brighter than those of the people in the back, and the armor was almost armed to the toes.

"Can you see me?" was also a subconscious reply. I didn't have time to be scared, I just wondered how that guy could see me.

The man on the horse suddenly laughed. I saw that the soldiers behind me were sitting on their horses, still sitting precariously and holding back their laughter.

"Joke, how I can't see you. ”

That's when I thought about it, in fact, I should have realized that I already had a physical entity a long time ago. Otherwise, how did you put on this dress? And that cold feeling was so real.

"Are you going to war?" If I really annoyed the general in front of me, I just had to give him an order and the army continued to advance. Then I was trampled by the horse's hooves and turned into a picture.

"I was going to fight like this, so I naturally wanted to fight. ”

Fortunately, this general is not that kind of reckless man, and he can still answer me in a good voice. His men don't necessarily have such a good temper. The one next to me still couldn't hold back and yelled at me: "What did the general ask you about, what are you doing in this place?"

I know what fine work is, that is, the meaning of fine work.

"My name is Mu Wu. "I'm afraid they'll kill me in a fit of rage, so I'm going to report to my house.

"The young man is not small, and he is not scared away in front of the general's horse. "I could see that the general didn't mean to kill me, so I was a little bolder," or maybe he was scared stupid. ”

This sentence is half joking, half true. It made the group of people in front of him laugh.

"Okay, Mu Wu, are you willing to join the general's troops?";