[I didn't know that I was a guest in my dream, and I was greedy for joy for a while.

Flowing water and flowers go in spring, heaven and earth. 】

- Nantang, Li Yu.

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On a hot summer day, sweat soaked the linen shirt.

Qiao Shan carried a log mound on his back, wore an ill-fitting linen shirt, and carried a cloth bag sewn from leftovers, and looked around dejectedly, and the village was full of dilapidated courtyard walls and bumpy paths made of stones.

A gust of wind blew, and before I felt cool, I was first unkempt by the dust that was raised!

He walked behind,

There's an old man in front.

The old man carried a large and strange wooden object with a long ox tendon tugging at it, which looked like an enlarged bow. He looked to be in his fifties wearing a plain blue undershirt with a yellowish white shirt underneath, a coarse cloth hemp rope tied around his waist, trouser legs rolled up to his calves, and shabby old cloth shoes.

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The two of them walked aimlessly through the small village, one after the other.

The old man's spirit was much better than Qiao Shan's, and he was raising his head and shouting with an open voice:

"Bullet ~ cotton!"

"Bullet ~ cotton!"

The shouting voice is not clear, with a unique dry smoke and a hoarse voice,

Sounds like something different.

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The donkeys in the village could not bear the summer heat, and were hiding in the donkey shed, lazily lowering their heads and wagging their tails.

When the two passed by the donkey shed, the black donkey barked like a comedic actor with the old man's shouting and barking.

"Bullet ~ Cotton ~ "

"咴咴~"

"Bullet ~ cotton!"

"Baby~"

“…… Hey! This stupid ass! ”

"咴~"

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Qiao Shan walked behind the old man, and now he didn't care about the dirty sleeves of his clothes, wiped the sweat from his head indiscriminately, and complained weakly:

"I said, old man, can you stop shouting, the donkey is about to be shouted to death by you! It's so hot, let's stop for a while...... Also, didn't you say that the two of us came out to find the Eighth Route Army? Your broken cotton bow is so heavy, how can you find the Eighth Route Army with it on your back? If you want me to say, it's better to throw it away as soon as possible! ”

I threw it along with the broken wooden pier I was carrying......

Qiao Shan thought to himself in his heart.

It's been strung together in three villages, and I haven't seen any of them want to play cotton!

The old man saw through Qiao Shan's careful thoughts at a glance, and hurriedly said: "You can't throw it!" This is our dinner guy! Uncle Shunzi, don't look at you as my elder, but you are still young, as the saying goes, you can't do things well without hair. If the Eighth Route Army can't find it, we still have to rely on this guy to eat, don't you say ......?"

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It's the same rhetoric again......

Qiao Shan's head was stunned by the chatter, and he waved his hand and said:

"If you don't throw it, you won't throw it away, but shouldn't we find a place to rest now?"

To say that a few hours ago, Qiao Shan still had the strength to argue with the old man, but now he just wants to find a place to rest!

I'm so tired!

Tired, thirsty, hungry!

Growing so big, Qiao Shan rushed to his head for the first time and fainted.

He thought he might be suffering from heat stroke!

Looking up, he saw that there was a shady place under a big tree in front of him, Qiao Shan barely raised the little energy left, and hurried over in three or two steps to sit in the shade of the tree.

I made up my mind in my heart, this time I let the old man say nothing and not move!

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Johnson knew he had crossed over.

When he realized this, he only felt blessed in his heart......

…… What a fart!

In fact, it is not impossible to cross, but can you give a little hint to make yourself a little mentally prepared?

What should you do with the huge amount of money in my bank card?

I have worked hard for several years to save money, but I have never been willing to spend it!

What's more,

I haven't deleted the browsing history on my phone!!

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After some tossing and turning, after finding that he really couldn't go back, Qiao Shan, who recognized the status quo with tears, finally had no choice but to accept his golden finger-

A "wordless heavenly book" that exists in the sea of consciousness.

Prima facie meaning,

Not a word.

Although this book of heaven looks quite advanced, the body of the book is full of golden light, purple gas, and still exists in the consciousness and visualization, but not only can it not communicate, but it can only open the first page of the book of heaven with his mind!

The most speechless thing is that there is not a word on that first page!

[True Wordless Heavenly Book]!

Hehe!

What a tattered cheat! Pit goods!

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However, after some research, Qiao Shan found that this book was not useless, and after opening the first page, Qiao Shan found that he had some more memories in his mind.

This feeling is like an old thing that a person has forgotten in his memories and recalls it at some point.

But that's not his memory!

The owner of this memory is called Shunzi, which is the "Uncle Shunzi" in the mouth of the old man.

It's a young cotton-bearer.

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Dan Mianlang is an ancient pauper's profession,

Every spring and summer, when the poor people are slack, they will carry the guys who play cotton on their backs and go from village to village to play cotton.

To play cotton, you need to make a large bow, two meters long, and the bowstring is made of beef tendon. The slingwood bow is equipped with a hardwood hammer that strikes the bowstring, and the vibration is enough to bounce the cotton loose and soft.

There was also a large, smooth, polished hardwood plate that could press the fluffy cotton and cotton threads tightly, and Qiao Shan was carrying this thing at this time.

This three-piece set is a must-have tool for playing cotton.

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Qiao Shan thought that he had died suddenly after drinking, and his soul had traveled to another world.

After all, it's all written like this in online novels.

But when he borrowed water to drink at the villager's house before, he found that his face was reflected in the water tank, not the face of the straight child in his memory.

I actually crossed through the real body!

And with the inexplicable memory, Qiao Shan knew that he had traveled to a world of resistance against Japan, and the combination of "Old Straight" and the slingcotton bow also made him faintly familiar, as if he had heard of it somewhere.

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But now for Qiao Shan, none of this is the most important thing.

He didn't eat yesterday afternoon.

Just borrowed wine to kill his sorrows, and drank a plate of peanuts and got drunk!

After waking up with a hangover this morning and finding himself crossing, Qiao Shan first ran away from two barren mountains with an emotional breakdown, which once made the old man think that he had been caught by a ghost.

After finding that he couldn't go back, he accepted his identity as a "straight", and drove for several hours, walking the streets and alleys with the old man and shouting.

Looking at the position of the sun, it should be two o'clock in the afternoon by now!

He's starving to death now!

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"Boss, I lost all the dry food......

Qiao Shan opened his clothes and fanned the wind, opened the empty satchel, and looked loveless.

No dry food!

The old man carried a slingcotton bow and leaned against the side of the tree and said:

"Who made you suddenly go crazy in the morning and run all over the mountain...... Uncle Shunzi, we said yesterday that we would come out together to find the Eighth Route Army! Honestly, are you scared? Want to go home? ”

"Who said that! Where am I scared, I haven't woken up yet, sleepwalking! ”

Qiao Shan glared at the old man.

"How many times have I said it! Don't call me Uncle Shunzi, my name is ...... Alas, forget it! If you want to call uncle, call it uncle, I won't suffer anyway. ”

Rubbing his stomach, Qiao Shan muttered:

"Boss, what do you think we should do now? You can't starve to death, can you? ”

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Facing the "Uncle Shunzi" who was looking at him, the old man had no choice but to spread his hands:

"Uncle Shunzi, you see I don't even have a pocket on my body, where did I get to eat? The dry food and money we brought with us before we went out were all with you before! ”

Not only is the dry food gone,

The piece of ocean he brought with him when he went out is now lost by Qiao Shan!

The old man chased Qiao Shan for two mountains, and now he is naturally hungry, but he has always lived in troubled times, unlike Qiao Shan, who is a modern person, and is very experienced in the matter of being hungry, and has long been accustomed to it.

The old man lifted his pants and tightened his belt very skillfully.

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Qiao Shan pursed his lips, tilted his head, pillowed his arms behind his head, and lay lazily under the tree, looking at the few rays of light sprinkled through the branches and leaves with dull eyes, and said blankly:

"Looks like we're going to have to beg for food today......"

Although when they first entered the village, the two borrowed a scoop of water from the villagers' farmhouses to drink, but this thing was not full, and now it was exposed to the scorching sun, and it had long turned into sweat and seeped out of the body, which deepened the feeling of hunger.

The old man can hold on, he can't hold it!

But it was a bit of a loss of face to come to the door to beg for food on the first day of crossing......

Qiao Shan was in a very twisted mood, caught in the tangle of dignity and survival, but as his stomach protested more and more, his survival instinct became stronger.

"In these war-torn times, begging doesn't seem to be unusual...... If it really doesn't work, let the old man go to the villager's house to ask for two nests......"

Qiao Shan tilted his head to look at the thin old man who still had the strength to shout on the side, and had a small calculation in his heart.

I'm an elder,

It should be very reasonable for you to ask for a nest!

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