A bolt of lightning split the sky, and in an instant, the night was as bright as day.

Zhang Meng was lying in the deep mud, and his whole body was piercing cold. The vision is cloudy, and the gray sky can be faintly seen, and the raindrops that seem to never fall from the sky to the earth.

The wind and rain in his face became more and more violent, and his breathing gradually became rapid, and he tried to stand up, but his limbs and torsos seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he never moved.

In a short time, a storm suddenly rolled up between the heavens and the earth, rumbling and shaking, and the earth came earth-shattering, and everywhere it passed became powder. The wind and rain were so sharp as a knife that he could only close his eyes.

As the storm swept by, the endless darkness engulfed him completely.....

"Whew-"

Zhang Meng opened his eyes suddenly, stunned for a long time, before he breathed a sigh of relief. The sunlight slanted through the lattice, falling right on his face.

Over the past few days, he had had this nightmare more than once, and he was awakened by this nightmare more than once.

As a glorious career librarian in the new century, he should still be working in the unit at this time.

The social science and humanities library area he is responsible for usually has a small flow of people, and there are very few people who are willing to read books in the rainy season. This fulfilled his wish, because instead of guiding visitors and sorting out books, he actually preferred to nest in a corner of the reading room, blowing the air conditioner, and quietly flipping through his favorite books.

According to the remaining memories, he was holding a history book and reading it carefully, and before he knew it, he was completely immersed in it, so that what happened later was like a fragment, and he couldn't remember it at all!

When he woke up, he had already changed the world.

It is now the end of August of the sixth year of Zhongping in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and he has been sent to this era by a ghost, inheriting the body and memory of a young man. Perhaps there is providence in the dark, and this young man's name is exactly the same as his.

At first, due to the continuous entanglement and blending of the minds of the two lives, he suffered a lot, and even was in danger of a mental breakdown for a time, but fortunately, he finally got through the difficulties and reached the most perfect compatibility.

It can be said that now he is both Zhang Meng and not just Zhang Meng, which is somewhat "I don't know Zhang Lang is Zhang Lang".

Combing through the memories of the original owner, Zhang Meng roughly understood some of his basic information in this era.

He has just reached the weak crown this year, the word Chengying, and he was born in Zhang's family, Dunhuang County, Liangzhou. Although the Zhang family of Dunhuang is not a top family now, it can also be said to be a high-ranking county in the northwest. Grandfather Zhang Huan was an important minister of the state during his lifetime, and was praised as one of the "Liangzhou Sanming" by the contemporaries, even though he had been dead for eight years, the shadow of the family still helped him enter the palace early to become a Lang official.

Three days ago, there was a shocking change in the Luoyang Palace, the government and the opposition were in chaos, and he was also seriously injured in the chaos.

When Zhang Meng thought of this, he felt that his chest was tight, and he couldn't help but sit up and cough violently a few times, and suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

Looking around, I was in a small room, lying on a relatively low bed, narrow and long, only a few inches above the ground, which is the "couch" used for sleeping nowadays. Not far away, there is a smaller bed than a couch, which can only accommodate a single person, called "Du". Whether it is a couch or a solitary, it can be called a "bed", which refers to the wooden utensils specially used for sitting and sleeping.

Being able to quickly understand the customs and customs of the world is one of the great benefits of inheriting the memory of the original owner.

In addition, only three or two rough pottery pieces are left in the room.

The room is surrounded by rammed earth walls, topped with wooden beams, and has a small window on the side of the couch that lets in the light but does not prevent the cool breeze from penetrating through the cracks. Fortunately, the couch was covered with a quilt and a mattress, although all of them were thin and crude, but the sunlight still made him no longer feel as cold as in his dreams.

After a little clarification, Zhang Meng stretched his arms and stretched his waist, the injury on his chest was still aching, but it was no longer a big problem. At that moment, the curtain diagonally opposite was lifted, and a slender figure wanted to walk and stopped, standing in place.

Looking over, it was a young girl dressed in a burlap eaves, holding a pottery bowl in her hand, and she was a little at a loss at the moment.

She looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, she simply wore a hanging bun, her jet-black hair was draped vertically over her shoulders like a waterfall, and her fair goose egg face showed a faint flush.

After a while, the hesitant girl finally mustered up the courage, stepped forward with her head lowered, and gently handed the pottery bowl to Zhang Meng. Then, without waiting for Zhang Meng to respond, he left the small room in a panic.

Zhang Meng looked at her back with mixed feelings.

Previously, he was seriously injured and couldn't speak or move, but he learned from the conversation of others that the girl's name was Luo Shi.

Luo Fu is the common name of women today, there is nothing surprising, but Zhang Meng remembered in his heart that he fell in the heavy rain at that time, life and death were uncertain, it was the little girl who went out to pick up firewood found herself, and used the vines in the basket to wrap the firewood into a sled, braved the wind and rain, and dragged herself for nearly ten miles to come here.

The hardships along the way were self-evident, so much so that in the end, Luo Shi himself fainted from exhaustion and had to recuperate on the couch.

Zhang Meng was still melancholy, and suddenly felt a burst of warmth in his palm, and looked down to see that the pottery bowl given by the girl was filled with hot corn porridge.

It's okay not to look at the porridge, but when I look at it, my stomach immediately "growls". He ate the porridge cleanly, and was still wiping his mouth, when the curtain moved again.

This time it was an old woman with gray hair who walked in, and the girl from earlier followed her.

"Fortunately, the god of the stove has a spirit to help Langjun come back to life."

The old woman has a kind face, although she is still hunched over her waist when she is old, but she talks clearly and is in good spirits.

She also wears a shorter cornice, called a caftan coat, with her arms peeking out of her sleeves to match the knee-length knee-length caskets at the corners of her lower body, apparently to facilitate her work.

Zhang Meng hurriedly lifted the quilt and got up, bowed and saluted: "Thank you for taking care of the old lady." ”

The old woman hurriedly said: "Lang Jun's injury has not healed, why bother!" Luo Shi, who was standing side by side with her, blushed even more.

Zhang Meng looked down, and then realized that his upper body was still shirtless, only covered by a few white cloths wrapped around his chest.

"The kid is reckless, he abruptly assaulted the old lady and sister-in-law, ashamed and ashamed!"

Zhang Meng was very embarrassed, and saw a pile of clean clothes stacked in front of the couch, so he quickly took them and put them on.

At this time, the weather is early and cold, and although it is only the end of August, you can already feel the coolness during the day. As soon as he got dressed, he couldn't help but sneeze.

"Eat some hot soup to warm up."

The old woman comforted him gently, Luo Fu didn't dare to face Zhang Meng, and the bowl he was holding in both hands was sent to his chest, almost spilling the hot ginger soup in the bowl.

Zhang Meng took the bowl, raised his head and drank it all, and said with a smile: "Aunt Luo Fu, thank you so much, if it weren't for your kindness, I'm afraid my life would not be saved." Then he asked, "Are you feeling better?" ”

When Luo Fu heard this, his body trembled slightly, and he opened his mouth to just say "ahh

Zhang Meng felt strange, and the old woman explained: "Lang Jun, Luo Fu is a person who can't speak, but she knows Lang Jun's intentions." She has rested, and Lang Jun doesn't need to worry about it. ”

Looking at Luo Fu again at this time, she secretly raised her head, her face was flushed, flustered and shy.

"That's ......"

Zhang Meng sighed secretly, feeling that this little girl was kind-hearted and her appearance could be regarded as beautiful, but it was a pity that she was dumb and regretful.

The old woman continued: "Lang Jun is a good person, Lao Ji prayed to the society last night, and Lang Jun woke up today. ”

In today's world, people mostly believe in the gods that are closely related to daily life, such as stoves, households, and walks, especially the stove gods. It is generally believed that the god of the stove can not only bless individuals, but also bring benefits to the family, and the wind of sacrifice and prayer prevails.

Zhang Meng touched his chest with his hand and said, "I don't have anything different in my body now, so I don't think there's anything to worry about." ”

The old woman was speechless: "Lang Jun is very human. I just arrived home yesterday, my whole body is bruised and swollen, and there is a very deep wound in my chest, like a dying person. Who knew that he would only be raised for one night, and he would be cured. How could this be if it were not blessed by the gods? ”

Zhang Meng smiled, avoided the topic, and said, "Luo Fu and I are both on the couch, and the hardest thing these days is you, the old lady." I have some valuable small utensils with me, and if the old lady doesn't dislike them, take them and express my gratitude. As he spoke, he was about to untie the jade pendant around his waist.

Seeing that the jade pendant was valuable, the old woman sighed and shook her head again and again: "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be." Lang Jun looks like a big man with status and status, Lao Ji and Luo Fu are both small people in the mountains and wilderness, and being able to help Lang Jun is really a light on his face, where do you want anything else, Lang Jun, you ......" Halfway through the words, I couldn't prevent a fierce commotion from outside.

"Who's out there?" Zhang Meng listened attentively, and someone was yelling.

The old woman's expression changed sharply, and she said with a tight face: "Lang Jun, you and Luo Fu stay here, and the old woman will go out and have a look." After taking a step, Luo Fu followed closely, grabbed the corner of her clothes, and shook his head slightly.

"I'll take a look."

Seeing this, Zhang Meng expected that things were not so simple, so he tightened his belt casually, and walked out of the small room with bare feet in his cape.

At present, the houses of medium-sized families are basically laid out in the layout of "one room and two interiors", that is, one hall is equipped with two inner rooms, and the two inner rooms are divided into "west interior" and "east interior". And because of the custom of "the house is not in the west", so the west inner room is mostly the main bedroom, and Zhang Meng has lived in the east inner room for piling up sundries or temporarily entertaining guests these days.

Zhang Meng walked to the middle of the hall and raised his eyes to see three men standing crookedly in the front yard, all of them looking at him, all showing doubts. They were all dressed in short brown and calf-nosed robes, and they looked like country people.

The old woman and Luo Fu chased after her, Zhang Meng turned around and asked, "Old lady, who are these three?" ”

A man with a pockmarked face shouted loudly: "Old Lady Shi! I said, why don't you give your granddaughter to me, I didn't count that you are an old man and a young man at home! The old don't accept the old, it's amazing! "It sounds, the old woman's family name history.

The two men standing with him, one full of teeth and the other with a big scar on his head, also scolded him: "What else do you have to say for the old disrespectful Caogouer?" ”

Zhang Meng was very angry when he heard their disrespectful words, and looked back at Shi Laoyuan's reaction.

Shi Laoyuan's eyes were red, she pursed her lips, pointed to the pock-faced man and said: "Lang Jun doesn't know, he was originally the sworn brother of Lao Jiao'er, and Luo Fu is the child left by Lao Jiao'er." Last month, the eldest son died unexpectedly, and he hated this scoundrel wolf-hearted dog, and he wanted to take the opportunity to marry Luo Fu. Several times to harass the door, the old lady resisted to the death, but it can be dragged to this day, I didn't want to be a thief, and this time I brought a helper. ”

Zhang Meng said loudly: "I attach great importance to filial piety, and the orphans of Jinlan should have regarded them as their own and tried their best to help." Now that there is evil intentions, how is this kind of behavior different from that of beasts? He has the foundation of the original owner, and when he speaks, whether it is the tone or the words, he is unconsciously closer to the present world, and will not appear abrupt. These words were deliberately raised in a loud voice so that the pock-faced man could hear them clearly.

The numb-faced man didn't care, ignored Zhang Meng, and shook his head to himself: "Old lady Shi, Lao Tzu is broad-minded, and he doesn't care about your grievances in the past, but today no matter what, I have to take Luo Fu away." Hmph, such a delicate little lady, instead of following you old thing to suffer here, it is better to follow Lao Tzu to live a happy life! ”

Shi Lao Yuan trembled with anger and scolded: "Shaft! You're coming here like this, aren't you afraid that my Shiro knows? A few days ago, he sent back a letter saying that he would return home soon, and he would not spare you! ”

As soon as the words came out, the open-toothed man and the scarred man suddenly looked timid, and looked at the pock-faced man at the same time.

The pock-faced man laughed twice and said, "Your four sons, two of whom were short-lived Qiu Ba, when the bodies were brought back, they were all buried with my help. The boss was even more unlucky, and died of a violent illness. There is only one child left, he disappeared three years ago, hehe, he should have come back a long time ago, I see, letters and the like are you made up tricks to bluff people, I'm afraid he will become a lonely ghost! ”

Shi Lao Yuan was angry: "If you dare to do such evil in broad daylight, there is an order in the township, and you will not let you go!" ”

The scarred man was unscrupulous and laughed loudly.

Shi Lao Yuan scolded: "Scoundrel, what's so ridiculous! ”

The scar man smiled for a moment, crossed his waist with one hand and the halberd fingers with the other, and his eyes were fierce: "Old thing, to tell you the truth, Lao Tzu now has a backer, and he has a big background." Hugh said that it was the township, even the county and the county didn't dare to care about me! Speaking of this, he instructed his two companions, "Hugh is going to talk more with that old thing, let's take Luo Shi away!" ”

When it was, the three men spread their teeth and danced their claws, and rushed to the hall together.

Zhang Meng's heart turned: "The eldest husband knows the kindness of the newspaper, the old lady and Luo Fu are kind to me, and I must not turn a blind eye to the danger." The body moved at will, and immediately strode forward, and the loud voice shouted: "Thief pig dog, if you want to take people away, pass my pass first!" ”

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Open a new book in the Year of the Tiger, I hope you will support you a lot and help this book to add wings to the tiger~~