Wang Gang in the shuttle machine once again experienced the feeling of dizziness, and he didn't know how many times he woke up from a coma. It is as if centuries have passed, and indeed centuries have passed.

The shuttle gradually slowed down.

Wang Gang opened his eyes and wanted to see that point in time.

Warnings, warnings, energy shortages......

The shuttle is about to stop running ........

A series of prompts rang out. Frightened, Wang Gang was clever and hurriedly looked at the screen.

Less than 5% of the electricity above .............

Did you go to the Qin Dynasty? Wang Gang muttered and looked at the screen.

The scrolling time has also slowed down.

A.D. 263.252237221

Two hundred years AD, I'm afraid it's not the end of the Han Dynasty.

This is still hundreds of years before the Qin Dynasty.

It seems that the electricity is not full, and it will not reach the Qin Dynasty. Wang Gang felt that he had failed his teacher's expectations.

The time is still slowly slipping, and the months behind the year are already visible.

AD 184.9184.6184.2.........

In 184 A.D., how can it be so familiar. In 184, wasn't that the Yellow Turban Uprising.

Can you survive this chaos? Wang Gang smiled bitterly and stared at the screen.

The electricity above is only a pitiful 1%.

It seems that there is no escape. It was when Wang Gang was already preparing to see the Yellow Turban Uprising.

Another year has passed.

A.D. 183.8......

Energy is insufficient....

The shuttle stopped running ......

Then the screen goes black.

Passed through the space-time barrier and appeared in a cave. Wang Gang laboriously opened the hatch.

Crawled down from the shuttle with a scolding, why did he climb again, because Wang Gang really didn't have much strength.

Wang Gang took a short break.

I took out the compressed biscuit from my pocket and gnawed it slowly, because I was in a hurry, and I didn't replenish it.

These are still the few pieces left over from the last time you time traveled.

When his strength recovered a little, Wang Gang yelled.

Diao, Little Joe, I'm coming.

It's not bad to think about coming to the end of the Han Dynasty, there are too many heroes, heroes, talented and beautiful people here.

Wang Gang walked out of the cave and appeared among the mountains.

A chill rushed to his face, and Wang Gang scolded secretly.

The weather was so cold at the end of the Han Dynasty, didn't it say that it was a good August? Why are the leaves yellow?

Wang Gang walked slowly down the mountain road.

Eat a biscuit when you're hungry, and find some spring water when you're thirsty. At night, he found a big tree and fastened himself with a belt.

Fortunately, the weather has cooled down, and snakes, insects, rats and ants are not very active.

Wang Gang walked for three days and walked out of the mountain.

Wang Gang came to a small county town and looked at the two quaint big characters on the city gate.

Mayi

Is it the Battle of Mayi? Is this a merger of state boundaries?

Wang Gang vaguely remembered that Mayi should be Yanmen County, and this place should be close to Yanmen Pass.

Wang Gang walked on the street, which was deserted and rarely saw pedestrians.

Occasionally, I saw one or two looking at Wang Gang with strange eyes.

Wang Gang walked on the mountain for three days and three days, and his clothes were already torn.

Those who fled the famine, and those who begged for food, looked better than the clothes he dressed.

Not to mention the fact that the hair is short and messy.

I heard that some Han Chinese were taken by foreigners to be slaves, and their hair was cut off if they were disobedient.

However, Wang Gang was 180 tall, and he should have been eight feet tall in the Han Dynasty. It's still strong, and it looks like it's strong.

Wang Gang looked at the strange gazes of the passers-by, and he was also very helpless. Now he just wants to find a place to eat and get a good night's sleep.

But Wang Gang has no money, he is thinking about how to get some money.

Or find someone to find a home and see if you can do a part-time job or something.

Wang Gang came to the door of an inn, which was very small, with only a few houses made of bluestone. It was covered with some wood, and on top of the wood was some thatch.

When the wind blew, the wood swayed slowly, and Wang Gang was afraid that the wood would fall and hit himself.

With a creak, the small door was opened, and a slender old man leaned out the door and asked

"Little brother is still in the hotel"

The old man was in his fifties, with a dark face, but his eyes were bright and bright, and he wore a goatee under his chin.

He wears a brown gown, black cotton shoes, and holds a wooden cane.

Wang Gang hurriedly showed a smile and called the old man.

"Stay, stay"

Wang Gang smiled a little flatteringly.

"Come in"

The old man glanced at Wang Gang, then looked at the black square box in Wang Gang's hand, and walked in with Wang Gang.

Behind the house is a small courtyard. There are some greens growing in the yard, which look a bit like spinach. Wang Gang didn't know if he didn't dare to ask.

The old man took Wang Gang to the innermost room.

Wang Gang walked in.

Inside was a small bed made of wood, and a sheepskin mattress. There is a small square window on the west side, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines through the small square window.

With a hint of cool breeze, it blows up the dust in the room, and flutters where the light hits.

Then the old man brought another piece of pancake and a bowl of porridge.

Wang Gang thanked him, and the old man smiled kindly.

The pancakes are a little hard and a little hard to swallow. As soon as the king had eaten his fill, he fell asleep with the exchange device in his arms.

I saw Professor Yu again in my dream, thinking about the teacher's earnest teachings, two lines of tears flowed out of the corners of my eyes unconsciously. He didn't know how long he had been asleep, but he heard the door open a few times.

By the time Wang Gang got up again, it was already the third day.

took the shuttle twice in a row, and tossed in the mountains for two days, which really exhausted Wang Gang.

Wang Gang stretched his waist, rubbed his numb arm, pushed open the small door, and came to the small courtyard.

I saw the old man carrying a bucket and watering the vegetables in the yard. Wang Gang stepped forward to say hello and called out to the old man.

Thinking about how to explain that I don't have any money. Let's see if we can default on it, or make up for it with something.

When the old man saw Wang Gang, he asked with a smile.

"Little brother, sleep well, the shop is shabby, and if you are lazy, please bear with me"

Wang Gang hurriedly learned to speak from the ancients.

"It's okay, it's okay"

Wang Gang said that he was a relative of the Central Plains province and encountered robbers on the road.

The entanglement was robbed by robbers, and there was no way to pay for the room for the time being. Although the old man's face was a little ugly, he did not embarrass Wang Gang.

Wang Gang said that he could help in the shop, and the old man reluctantly agreed that Wang Gang would stay.

Then the old man brought a suit of clothes. And I brought some food. Wang Gang also washed his face with water, dressed up a little, and put on a hat.

A few days later, Wang Gang cut some sticks from the tree. The old man went to the blacksmith shop in the East Market to hit a few long nails. The thatched house was reinforced with a layer of wooden sticks.

The room was cleaned again, and the path at the door was repaired. Find a wooden board to make a plaque, and the old man wrote a few words and hung it at the door.

The old man's handwriting is very good, vigorous and powerful, and he should not be an ordinary person.

Wang Gang also knows a little about this place, Mayi County, there are more than 6,000 households and more than 20,000 mouths. The land is barren and there are years of drought.

Because of its proximity to the border, some merchants came here to trade with foreign peoples, buy some sheepskins, and also bring some pottery from the Central Plains. Sometimes they would sneak some salt and take away one or two ponies. Generally, large caravans live in better inns in the county and rarely come here.

The old man's surname is Zhang, and people nearby also call him Uncle Zhang.