"Okay, let's talk about it in the evening, get something to eat first, and then it's time to get back to work. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Seeing that Yang Jian didn't ask anymore, the old man immediately hurriedly got up and said.

The old man took out some unknown plants and crushed them, put them in a large pot built with stones outside the house, boiled them, and then served a bowl to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian hadn't eaten for a day and a night, and he was already extremely hungry, so he reluctantly ate the black-looking, bitter and astringent food, and was half-full.

Yang Jian looked at the empty bowl, reminiscing about the bitterness, thinking about everything the old man said before, Yang Jian clearly realized what kind of difficult era he was in, and he suddenly had the urge to cry.

Yang Jian is twenty-six years old this year, born in an ordinary family, although he was given the same name as Emperor Wen of Sui, but he himself did not become any different because of this.

Yang Jian has not shown a superior IQ since he was a child, nor has he had any lofty ideals, like other peers, once he reached the appropriate age he was sent to school for compulsory education, his grades are not too bad, but they are not too top-notch.

After completing nine years of compulsory education, he was admitted to a fairly good high school in the county with the results of the middle and upper middle school entrance examination, and after three years of hard study, he was admitted to an ordinary second university.

After graduating, I first wandered outside for two years, encountered a lot of walls, suffered a lot, but achieved nothing, and then under the pressure of my family, I returned to my hometown, found some relationships through my parents at home, and found a job that was not good, but not too bad, and relatively idle, and then, I was born in my hometown.

On weekdays, Yang Jian doesn't have any bad hobbies, he just likes to read novels, and he just gets together with a few fun classmates, colleagues and friends every once in a while, drinks a little wine, and lives a good life.

As the most ordinary little white-collar worker in the city, Yang Jian is smart, realistic, and also has the selfishness and weakness of similar white-collar workers, a little bloody, and a sense of justice, but there is definitely not much, and he doesn't have too high expectations for the future, he just wants to marry a daughter-in-law and give birth to a baby one day, and live like this day by day, for the rest of his life.

Although Yang Jian has fantasized about crossing over on weekdays, even he himself never thought that such a thing as crossing would have anything to do with an extremely ordinary person like him.

Moreover, although Yang Jian's family is not very rich, but it can barely be regarded as a well-off, his parents have loved him since he was a child, in that world, there are a few close friends, although there is still a daughter-in-law, but in general, Yang Jian is still very satisfied with the current life, and he is really reluctant to the world.

At this moment, he really suddenly encountered a crossing, especially in such a difficult era, but Yang Jian's heart did not have the joy he had imagined in the past, he wanted to cry when he thought that he would not be able to go back in the future, and he would have to live this kind of life in the future.

The old man saw that Yang Jian was in a bad mood, and suddenly said: "Baby, I can see that you are a person with a background, before, you may be an important person in a big tribe, and your life must be very good, come to me, live this kind of life, it is really hard for you." ”

Yang Jian knew that he had hurt this kind old man again, so he hurriedly cleaned up his mood, squeezed out a smile, shook his head and said, "Grandpa, I am already very grateful that you can take me in, and I don't feel bitter about the days here." I just thought that I didn't know where my home was, and that my relatives might be worried about my loss now, so I was in a bad mood. ”

The old man nodded and said, "Hey, you can think of your relatives, what a good boy." ”

Immediately, the old man suddenly stood up and said, "Let's go." You go down the mountain with me, and I will take you around the tribe at the bottom of the mountain, where you may be able to inquire about something, which is much better than if you were here to dream and be sad. ”

"Tribe?" Yang Jian couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

The old man smiled and said: "I'm an old man, where can I get so much medicine, I go up the mountain every day to collect medicine for the tribe under the mountain, and most of my food is also provided by the tribe under the mountain." Since you live with me in the future, you always have to recognize places and people. ”

Hearing this, Yang Jian thought about it, it was really like this, medicine can't be eaten as food, if the old man didn't collect medicine for others, there was really no need to collect so much, let alone take the risk of picking those precious medicinal materials that grew in dangerous places.

There is no tribe in the cartoon Hulu Brothers, Yang Jian didn't expect that he would be in contact with the world outside the plot so soon, but he also had some small expectations in his heart, and he wanted to see what the primitive tribe was like at this time, and gradually hid the sadness deeply, and began to look forward to the next trip.

Then, the old man made some preparations, and together with Yang Jian, he took some dried herbs and began to descend the mountain.

After traveling a distance, Yang Jian realized that their destination this time was about thirty miles away, and it was a tribe with hundreds of people, and the old man was born there, just for the convenience of collecting medicines, especially for the convenience of collecting a few precious medicinal materials in the gourd mountain, so he would live alone in the gourd mountain.

Through further understanding, Yang Jian also knew that the old man actually had a great background, he had studied with an apprentice of Shennong's family for several years, and he could be regarded as Shennong's apprentice, but Shennong had taught too many apprentices, there were thousands, and none of these people had officially accepted apprentices or worshipped the teacher, so on weekdays, the old man did not call Shennong his ancestor.

Yang Jian felt that this old man was extraordinary, his skills were not bad, and he was calm in trouble, unlike an ordinary old farmer.

The mountain road was difficult to walk, and Yang Jian was a person who couldn't walk, dragging down the old man and the pangolin, so they got to the evening until they arrived in the village.

The village is not very large, but it is protected by a wall built by tall trees beating on the ground, and there are guards at the entrance of the village to guard against wild beasts and monsters.

Entering from the gate, the village is planned in an orderly manner, with a huge square in the middle, several dirt roads extending from the square, and dozens of thatched houses, built around this square on both sides of the road.

At this moment, a bonfire was lit in the center of the square that was rammed with rammed earth, and some big men wearing animal skins were slaughtering birds and beasts with their upper bodies, and their dark skin glowed bronze-colored under the sunset.

There are also some slightly thinner women who are helping on the side, or preparing food and other things, some old people are rushing to do some simple grinding stone tools and other work, while pulling household chores, and next to them, some children are playing, but most of them are making a fuss, and their movements are shocking to see Yang Jian's heart.

After a slight comparison, Yang Jian only felt that even if he went to play with these children, he would probably be injured, but he couldn't help but be secretly surprised: "What do people in this world eat, why are they all so good?"