It didn't take long for Zhu Guoxiang to bring back a handful of herbs, throw them on the ground and say, "Mash them, apply them externally." ”

"What kind of grass is this?" Zhu Ming asked curiously.

Zhu Guoxiang introduced: "Ploughshare grass, I don't know what the scientific name is. Specializing in the treatment of traumatic bleeding, in the past, the medical conditions in rural areas were poor, and minor injuries were collected by themselves. ”

Find a relatively flat rock, use the leftover mineral water bottle, and draw water from the creek to wash the stone.

And he cut down a branch, and sharpened his sword into a short club, and put the plowshares on the rocks and smashed them.

Both father and son fell and bruised all over their bodies, so they immediately took off their clothes and helped each other apply herbs.

After dressing the wound and putting on his clothes, Zhu Ming said: "If this is Xixiang County, then it probably does not belong to the Ming and Qing dynasties. ”

"Why?" Zhu Guoxiang humbly asked for advice.

Zhu Ming pointed at the land under his feet with his sword: "The terrain here is relatively flat, and there is a river next to it, so it is easy to reclaim it as fertile land. Regardless of the Ming Dynasty or the Qing Dynasty, the mountainous areas of Hanzhong have been greatly developed, and the situation like this cannot be deserted. ”

Zhu Guoxiang nodded and said, "That makes sense." ”

Zhu Ming swung his sword and cut off a few branches, cut off the excess branches and leaves, stood in several positions, and threw them towards the river.

With the exception of one where the terrain returned, the rest of the branches were floating in the same direction.

"That's downstream." Zhu Ming pointed to the left.

Although the river was still full of thorns, it was at least much smoother, and the father and son moved faster.

Half a day later, the instant noodles were finished, and only the food picked along the way remained.

The stomach is very uncomfortable, and there is a severe lack of oil and water.

On the way, they bumped into a hare, and before the father and son could react, the rabbit jumped into the grass and disappeared.

More squirrels are encountered, but they are harder to catch than rabbits.

Hungry and continuing to hurry, a large field of reeds appeared in front of him.

Zhu Guoxiang said: "If you look in the reeds, you may be able to find bird eggs." ”

Zhu Ming suddenly came to his senses, and sped up his speed to chop plants.

Suddenly, there was a sound in the reeds, and more than a dozen birds flew up violently.

Immediately afterwards, several green deer sprang out and fled to the hillside in panic and sorrow.

Zhu Ming hurriedly rushed over to check, only to see four weasel-like animals, cooperating to besiege a small deer.

The fawn was dying, and it was bitten on the neck. But it was still struggling, lying on its side and kicking on all fours, and the predator bypassed its range and swooped down from behind to take a bite. Another predator, taking advantage of the moment when the fawn turned over in panic, bit its abdomen so hard that it tore open a large hole in the abdomen, faintly revealing the intestines inside.

"Weasels?" Zhu Ming could not confirm.

Zhu Guoxiang said: "It's a honey dog, very fierce." Don't look at the small size, but the courage is great, and you can even hunt wild boars. I used to eat it when I was a kid, and the stew was pretty good. ”

Zhu Ming said excitedly: "I don't care if it's a honey dog or a honey pig, there's something to eat!" ”

Honey dog, scientific name yellow-throated marten.

They attack while the deer are drinking water in the river, only to be targeted by humans.

Hearing the movement, the four honey dogs nervously turned around and confronted Zhu Ming by guarding the body of the deer.

Zhu Ming was submissive in the face of the tiger, but he attacked hard in the face of the honey dog. He rushed over with his sword, and the four honey dogs were so frightened that they immediately fled, ran away for some distance, and then turned around and roared angrily at Zhu Ming, obviously condemning this shameless behavior.

"Thanks, man." Zhu Ming grinned.

The four elder brothers roared angrily for a while, and there was nothing they could do but leave in a huff.

Father and son sat down to skin the deer carcass, lit a fire and began to grill the deer.

While baking, Zhu Ming scraped off the fat from the deer skin with his sword and kept smearing it on the venison, while explaining: "I have watched foreign wilderness survival programs, and even if humans can eat meat for a long time, if they lack fat intake, their weight will drop rapidly. This oil cannot be wasted, but unfortunately there is no container to use it for refining. ”

"There should be bamboo in the Qinling Mountains, and it would be good to meet a bamboo forest, and the bamboo tube can be used as a container." Zhu Guoxiang said.

"We've got mineral water bottles!" Zhu Ming had an idea.

He went to gather fresh reed leaves, weave them together, and make a big ugly spoon.

When grilling meat, all the melted fat is carefully caught with a large spoon. Wait for the grease in the spoon to solidify, then scrape it off and put it in a mineral water bottle for storage.

At the moment, I had a full meal, and the leftover venison was also made into barbecue jerky, and I also got half a bottle of coagulated fat.

The deer blood was not wasted either, and it was bottled in another bottle of mineral water. They now lack salt intake, which can be replenished by animal blood.

is a good historical travel drama, and the painting style has become wilderness survival.

……

Journey through the sixth day.

The soles of the father and son are badly worn, and it is estimated that they will be scrapped in a few days.

Mobile phones, power banks, all out of power!

The two of them walked along the riverbank, their legs almost broken, and the small river finally merged into the big river.

"This river must be Han water!"

Zhu Ming happily pointed ahead, he was not hungry now, he just wanted to eat meat. Collecting wild vegetables all the way, although you can satisfy your hunger, your tongue has faded out of the birds.

Moreover, there is a lack of salt!

When you arrive in Hanshui, you can meet living people, and maybe you can exchange them for some supplies.

"Take a break." Zhu Guoxiang was tired enough. After a few days of living in the mountains, his hair has become a rotten chicken nest, and his beard is like a wild man.

Sit by the river and wait for two or three hours to pass.

"Hey, hold it ...... up"

I saw the surface of the river upstream, one log after another, half-fixed together in the shape of an arrow.

In front of the arrow stood a man, using a long bamboo pole to control the direction. There were also two men standing in the back, also holding bamboo poles, to help the man in front of him stabilize his direction.

This is a wooden raft that uses the current of water to transport the wood.

"Fellow, fellow, stop and say something!" Zhu Ming opened his throat and shouted.

The three men transporting timber turned their heads to look at them a few times, replied vaguely, and then followed the river past their sight.

Zhu Ming turned around and asked his father, "What are they talking about?" I don't quite understand. ”

Zhu Guoxiang frowned and said: "It doesn't sound like Hanzhong dialect, but it is a bit like northern Shaanxi dialect, and I didn't fully understand it." ”

"That's right!" Zhu Mingxi said.

Zhu Ming's knowledge of history came in handy, and he immediately explained: "Hanzhong belongs to Sichuan in terms of language and culture, and the population of the late Song and Ming dynasties decreased sharply, and there were two major waves of immigration. If Hanzhong dialect is like northern Shaanxi dialect, then we have traveled to before the Yuan Dynasty. At this time, the Sichuan people, including the Hanzhong people, spoke something similar to the Liangyi dialect, a branch of the Qin and Jin dialects. And the modern Northern Shaanxi dialect retains many of the characteristics of the ancient Qin and Jin dialects, so you will sound like Northern Shaanxi dialect. Linguistically speaking, these people speak the Bashu dialect. This Bashu dialect is the Sichuan dialect of the Song Dynasty and before, which is different from the Sichuan dialect of later generations. ”

Zhu Guoxiang looked at his son in surprise: "You are in school, do you still have to learn this?" ”

"After doing self-media, I learned it myself." Zhu Ming explained casually.

Zhu Guoxiang asked again: "The clothes of those three people just now are like the clothes of which dynasty?" ”

The pai man floated past the center of the river, and due to the distance, it stands to reason that he couldn't see what clothes he was wearing.

But after the crossing, Zhu Ming's eyesight has improved significantly, and it can even be said that it is far beyond ordinary people. He shook his head and said, "Those three men, their headscarves are wrapped very casually. The upper body is a cardigan and the lower body is narrow-mouthed shorts, which cannot distinguish the specific dynasty. There is only one thing that can be confirmed, it is certainly not the hairstyle of the Qing Dynasty. ”

Zhu Guoxiang said: "Or, wait? ”

"yes, wait." Zhu Ming agreed.

Father and son began to gather wild vegetables nearby, resting while waiting for the boat.

By the afternoon, the ship had finally arrived, and it was still a fleet.

"Fellow, there are people here, there are people here!" Father and son waved branches and shouted.

The ancient people on the ship, when they heard the voice, came over and vaguely saw two wild men dressed strangely.

Turning a blind eye, the fleet sailed down the river and gradually disappeared between the two mountains.

In the Hanshui Basin, there are many robbers and bandits, and ships dare not dock at will.

The father and son looked at each other, both feeling that the ancients were too indifferent.

After a long time, Zhu Ming said: "We should have traveled to the Song Dynasty. ”

"How do you know that?" Zhu Guoxiang asked.

Zhu Ming explained: "There is a boat at the bow of a boat, and there is a person who looks like a scholar, and he wears a Dongpo scarf on his head. Dongpo scarves originated in the late Tang Dynasty, matured in the Song Dynasty, and were still used in the Ming Dynasty. The Dongpo scarf I saw was already mature, at least in the Song Dynasty. According to the dialect of the men who were placed before, it can be determined that it was before the Yuan Dynasty. Combined with the above conditions, it is now either the Northern Song Dynasty or the Southern Song Dynasty. ”

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