The morning dawn and the rooster crowed.

In the northwest corner of the silt village, there is a small courtyard made of blue bricks and tiles, which is particularly conspicuous in this desolate village with mud thatched houses.

There are no buildings within 50 steps around the Qingwa courtyard, and 50 steps away is a crowded and chaotic thatched house, with mud and a bad smell.

On the east side of the green tile courtyard, an additional wooden fence is enclosed, and in the courtyard is a low blue brick house, and the low house hidden in the corner is not very conspicuous, and it is only when you look closely that you know that these are two families.

In the wooden-fenced courtyard was a thin young man, dressed in a gray linen robe, standing in front of a rough marble table, wielding a pen.

On the book is a beautiful line, on the book of one thousand two hundred seven pick up the day.

After writing these words, the tip of the pen hovered, and the young man stared at the words on the book in a daze, and it took a long time to squeeze a long sigh out of his throat.

The young man's name is Zhong Ming, who was born and raised in the mud village, but three years ago he suffered a serious illness, and he couldn't afford to be sick, and no one took care of him, and finally made his life whimper.

This is cheaper Zhong Ming, who is still alive now, he originally came from the earth, and he inherited this body in a daze, and continued to live for the dead Zhong Ming.

When he was on earth, he didn't call Zhong Ming, but whenever he thought of the embarrassing days there: no father and no mother, and later adopted by his cheap father, after his father left, he lived alone. He didn't want to mention that name again, and he didn't want to remember those hard days.

If you live another life, you will have to change your face, and you will already change your face, so you simply don't mention the past, and continue to live here as Zhong Ming.

Since the bell rang to this era of men and women weaving, he has to record the time of his arrival every day, from the beginning of the stone carving to the current book has been changed twice, and it has been three and a half years since careful calculation.

At the beginning of the year, this place has been fighting for many years, and it is an important border pass, and the war is continuous, and it is not easy to survive in the soldiers and horses of the princes from all walks of life.

Thinking about the scene of withholding food in the pile of dead people and grabbing food with wild dogs in the past, Zhong Ming's heart was indescribably sour.

In the previous life, I lived unsatisfactorily on the earth, and my life was hard, but I still did this when I came here, and even more than that, struggling on the edge of life and death every day.

Three years ago, this body was only fourteen years old, with a thin face and thin muscles, and he was able to survive in the pile of homeless and evil men, and the hardships were self-evident.

Fortunately, the time finally came to run, half a year ago, the town's government issued a notice that Zhong Ming's Xintang signed a peace treaty with the Southern Han Dynasty and Hou Chen, and the days to come will no longer be a beacon even March, and the life of the young people will be better.

There is no need to go to the pile of dead people to eat, and the boy is very pleased.

Two lives, Zhong Ming did not learn any special skills, he was neither familiar with the history of this dynasty, nor did he have the golden finger that shocked the heavens when he read the novel in his previous life, he just learned to cherish it.

Cherish life, cherish emotions, cherish a grain of rice on the edge of the bowl, cherish today's sunrise, cherish the upcoming sunset......

As long as he is alive, he is stronger than anything else, this is the truth that the young man realized in front of the gate of the Yama Temple after several lives and deaths.

Only those who have died once will understand how wonderful it is to be alive.

The young man was stunned for a long time, the tip of the hovering pen trembled slightly, and the thick ink dripped and fell on the booklet, blurring a large area, staining the most precious booklet of the young man.

The young man in sackcloth immediately came back to his senses, and then hurriedly blew the ink and shook the book, tossing for a long time before he realized that the ink had become a fact and could not be recovered.

Then the Mai boy shook his head and sighed repeatedly, beating his chest and regretting the booklet.

The Xuanshu is a treasure in the mud village, and only Zhong Ming has two and a half volumes in the whole village, which were found by the young man after touching the corpses of three hundred military armor adults.

The A battalion of the New Tang Army has only been to the silt village once, and it was ordered to guard the border pass half a year ago, and it was stationed on the riverbank not far from the silt village.

More than 300 people died that time, and there were three officers, and only the military bookkeeper who recorded the march had a book, and the three books were found on the officer of the army.

There is a book that records half of the march, Zhong Ming secretly read it and tore it off and threw it into the fire to burn it.

It is different to tear off the propaganda book printed with the official seal leather paper, the propaganda book is only a propaganda book, and it has nothing to do with the military armor battalion.

Thinking of the death of the military battalion, Zhong Ming is still puzzled, overnight, the whole army was annihilated, neither the refugees nor the defenders heard the sound of the soldiers.

More than 300 corpses of the armored battalion that had been sealed by a sword were scattered in the camp, and when Zhong Ming turned into the camp, there was still a fire on the bonfire rack in the camp of the leading captain, and the broth in the iron pot was burned dry, and the smell of burnt meat was pungent and fragrant.

Zhong Ming, who had intended to sneak into the camp to find some food, grew his courage, and after eating the burnt meat in his mouth, he touched the corpses of the military armor in the camp.

People, when he was hungry for three days and three nights, and was about to be starved to death, he was crazy, knowing that stealing from the barracks was a capital crime of beheading on the spot, but the hungry red-eyed Zhong Ming still slipped in at the risk of killing his head.

If you don't eat, you will die, and if you are caught by the military battalion, you will also die, after all, the latter still has some hope, if you don't get caught and touch two more cakes, you can live for two more days.

Later, he responded to that sentence: Kill the bold, starve the cowardly.

The bold young man not only did not starve to death by the war and famine, but also transferred from then on, seemingly hard, but fortunately survived, and persevered until the signing of the three-kingdom contract.

Zhong Ming was bold in his last life, otherwise he would not have broken into the uninhabited area of Hoh Xil alone for 300 miles to touch gold, and finally was "strung to death" by his bold behavior.

The death in the previous life was also aggrieved, and after more than 20 years, a fresh human life was only exchanged for a broken folding knife.

It was a Tibetan knife, also known as a folding knife, which was not wrapped in gold and silver, embellished with precious stones, like ordinary Tibetan knives, and had the usual magnificence of Tibetan knives, but was encased by simple sandalwood mahogany, mahogany handle, mahogany scabbard, and a blade with a hollow and strange font.

Zhong Ming guessed that it might be Tibetan, twisted and twisted like an earthworm to make out the callout, but unfortunately Zhong Ming didn't know Tibetan, and he wasn't quite sure about the origin of those ghost talismans.

There was nothing unusual about this knife, and it was only for Zhong Ming.

Because of this knife, Zhong Ming died in his last life, and it was also because of this knife that he came to this era of slash-and-burn farming.

Zhong Ming still remembers the dazzling red mangs of this knife that night, and he is very sure that it was the red mangs that brought him here, after all, only this knife was very weird that night, and everything else was normal.

In the past three years, Zhong Ming has also tried countless methods, hoping that this knife will emit a strange red glow again, and see if it can bring him back to Earth.

Undoubtedly, it all ended in failure, whether it was Zhong Ming wiping his own blood on the blade of the knife, or chanting "Borobramiti" to put it in the moonlight, or even using it to wipe off the necks of some people and sacrifice the knife with his life, it did not react.

No matter how Zhong Ming tosses, folding knives or folding knives, he still lives in this difficult era as a young man.

After a long time, Zhong Ming also lost his heart, accepted the identity of a young man, and was willing to live in this era.

Sometimes it's better to think about how to get some food than how to make the folding knife shine, and in the era of cannibalism, if you are hungry and weak, your weak body is likely to become someone else's belly.

Since the former Chen Chen Wu Emperor Ji Yan was defeated in the inner wall of the imperial city, and was angry when he was divided into 10,000 pieces of corpses for the people to eat, it seems that the matter of eating corpses has become supremely glorious.

The war for power by the atrocities is covered by lavish excuses, and the hungry refugees find new ways to fill their stomachs.

In short, those are far away, whether it is the beacon fire even March or Yizi eats, they are all completely gone because of a paper contract.

The Mai boy struggled to survive that era, isn't it just for the light after the dawn and the rainbow after the rainstorm?

He no longer thinks about the unbearable past, whether it is the fact that he slashed someone's neck with a folding knife, or the boy next door who slashed someone's throat with his teeth, which became the secret of the war.

Today, there is only one Mr. Zhong in the mud village who knows how to write peach charms and blessing characters.

There was another rooster crow next door, and the big rooster flew down from the opposite roof to the stone table, and kept pecking at the book, Zhong Ming hurriedly knocked the nasty big rooster off the table and put away his precious book.

Thinking of putting away the book, the young man walked into the house, and when he reached the threshold, he seemed to remember something, turned his head to look at the rising sun, and said loudly: "On a new day, my bell ringing has survived again!"