This is a Guinness record for me. But this record is very uncomfortable!
After thinking about it, I also understood that, let alone ancient times, modern transportation has developed and radio and television are all over China, and dialects have not been eliminated. When northerners first arrive in Jiangnan, if they encounter Cantonese, Hunanese, or Suzhou dialect, which one is not the same? In the clouds and fog? What's more, I am a newcomer in the 21st century, coming to this ancient time where I don't know the age and the place? Forget it, anyway, judging from the girl's appearance and clothes, although she is very simple, she still looks like the Han people's clothes in her mind. As long as she is not a foreign barbarian and she is still Chinese after all, she can always try to understand her. Don't be anxious and try to ask for food first. Bar!
Zhou Xing smiled and said word by word: "Listen - don't - understand, you - speak slowly - slowly."
After hearing this, the woman still looked confused. After thinking about it for a moment, she smiled a little apologetically and said: "﹩＊☆&!＝﨨☆◎☆◎◎&☆!&☆!" without waiting for a while. Xing answered, turned around to take the bowl, put the contents of the earthen pot into the bowl, took a spoon, put it in the bowl, and carried it to the bed.
Although Zhou Xing didn't understand what was said, looking at the girl's movements, he knew that the girl meant to give him food, so he breathed a sigh of relief. As long as there is food to eat, everything can be done slowly. Zhou Xing supported the bed with his hands, sat up, smiled at the girl, and took the bowl. The bowl is a large coarse porcelain bowl. The rice and minced meat porridge inside is thick and fragrant, and the meat is fragrant and rice is fragrant, making it even richer. Zhou Xing swallowed hard, picked up the spoon, and put it into his mouth. Although the rice porridge was not very hot, it was still very hot. After one bowl, Zhou Xing started to sweat. The girl saw Zhou Xing eating. It tasted sweet, and I was very happy. I turned around and filled up another bowl and handed it to Zhou Xing.
After Zhou Xing finished a bowl, his stomach felt much better. On the second night, he ate much more leisurely. Occasionally, he looked at the woman. She was very pretty, not tall, petite and delicate. She looked to be only 15 or 16 years old. , standing there watching Zhou Xing eat, although he was curious, he was calm and calm. Zhou Xing praised in his heart: "It seems that ancient people are really more mature than modern children. At this age, this calm and calm demeanor, It’s really rare.”
After finishing eating, Zhou Xing saw that the girl was still eating, so he quickly pointed at his belly with his fingers and made a big circle with his hands, which meant that he was full. The girl thought about it for a while, understood the meaning, smiled, took the bowl and went out to wash it, and waited for the girl When he came back, Zhou Xing pointed at the earthen pot, then pointed at the girl, extended his thumb, and then imitated the way on TV, cupped his fists and handed over his hands to the girl. Although the girl didn't understand it very well, she thought it was to praise the meal for being well-done, and waved her hands. He said to Zhou Xing: "蒒﹠﨏兀﹟﹢ＥＷ＞￥￠~". He turned around and walked out.
Zhou Xingkong sat in a very uncomfortable position, then lay down on his back, with random thoughts in his mind. Not long after, there were footsteps outside, the door opened, and two people walked in. The first one was a middle-aged woman, clothed in civilian clothes and with a hairpin, dignified and calm, and the girl followed behind.
Zhou Xing propped himself up and was about to get up, but the woman quickly came to the bed, stretched out her hand to stop him, looked at Zhou Xing's face carefully, and said with a smile: "Is the young master feeling better?"
When Zhou Xing heard this at first, he was very pleased. Although the woman's tone was a little stiff, she spoke really Chinese, quite a bit of Sichuan-style Mandarin. Zhou Xing quickly replied: "Thank you, madam. I'm much better. Please tell me, madam. Where is this? How did I get here?"
The woman listened to Zhou Xing's words very clearly. Although it was slightly different from the Chang'an Yayan she spoke, she must have had some accent. She smiled and replied: "Master, don't be impatient, let's talk slowly."
Then he pointed at the woman with his finger and said with a smile: "This is my little girl Ronger. I have been rude just now. Please forgive me, sir. This place was originally a remote place. In the past ten years, it has become more and more inhabited, and the villagers from the nearby countryside have moved there." Come on, except for me, this village is full of local people. I think it is of no use, so I have never taught my children elegant speech. I don’t want to meet the young master today, but it will be abrupt."
It turns out that this is Xingyuan Mansion on Shannan West Road. It is located in what was called Hanzhong in ancient times and is an important transportation route from Chang'an to Shu. Since Tianbao in the Tang Dynasty, although there were frequent battles between the vassal towns in the Guandong region, Hanzhong, the East and West Sichuan, and the northeastern two sides were all covered by rolling hills, which could not be affected by war. It was considered the most peaceful area in the Tang Dynasty and was quite densely populated. dense. When Huang Chaoliu attacked the world and captured Xijing, disputes began to rage over the two Sichuan and Shannan areas. First, Wang Jian sent troops to Sichuan, and then he competed with Zhou Maozhen for the Shannan area. The original paradise was transformed into a land of blood and fire. The common people had no choice but to move from the prosperous place to the mountains for refuge.
The terrain here is dense jungle and fertile land. Surrounded by three mountains, a stream flows through the middle. Following the stream for more than ten miles, it is the main road of Xingyuan Mansion. Many villagers follow the river. Go up and escape here. Seeing the plains in the valley, the soil is fertile and the water is convenient, which is conducive to land reclamation and farming, so they settled down. In more than ten years, there have been forty or fifty households, and the cultivated land has reached more than 500 acres. The people in a village, men farming and women weaving, are self-sufficient. There are also people who migrated here who were originally hunters from other places, so they still make a living by hunting. In addition to eating the prey themselves, they also exchange it for the villagers' food. If there is more, they will carry the prey and go down the river, although the road is rough and difficult to walk. , but within two hours, we reached the main road outside the mountain. In villages, towns and cities, we sold wild animals in exchange for some necessary supplies such as salt. The night before yesterday, several hunters met Zhou Xing who had fainted on the way back to the village. Although they were strangers to him, the mountain people were simple and kind-hearted. They couldn't bear to see him die of cold and hunger in the wilderness, so they carried him back. , treat him.
And this middle-aged woman is an anomaly among the people here. She grew up in Chang'an since she was a child. Her maiden name is Cui. She was originally a declining branch of the Cui family in Qinghe. When she grew up, she was sent to a powerful family as a After serving as a concubine for several years, when Xizong fled, the powerful family followed him to Xingyuan. In the chaos of the war, the powerful man was killed by the rebels, and everyone in the family fled in all directions. She was originally a concubine, and escaped in the dark during the chaos. He lost his life, but he was a woman, had no relatives, and could go anywhere, so he just accepted the situation and found an honest person to marry.
Although Mrs. Cui is a woman, she has lived in a powerful family for several years and has some experience. She knows that in troubled times, human life is as cheap as a dog. She has long persuaded her husband's family to move out of cities and villages and come to this remote place. , Looking for a way out, when it comes to this villa, Cui's husband's family is the first to come. Her husband's surname is Zhou, and she is an honest person. Although she only has one daughter, she has several cousins here together, and her household registration accounts for more than 30% of the villa's total household registration. She is obviously the first household in the villa.
Mrs. Cui asked about Zhou Xing's origin. Zhou Xing didn't know the origin of this physical body, and he didn't dare to say that he had traveled through time. It would be weird if he wasn't regarded as a monster, so he had to shirk his injuries and forget about it. Mrs. Cui had already seen Zhou Xing's clothes and belongings when they were brought here, and she had already felt that Zhou Xing must have some background. Now seeing Zhou Xing's hesitation, she expected that Zhou Xing might have something to hide, so she didn't go into details, and simply talked about the local area. The local customs and customs, and then only comforted Zhou Xing, letting him rest in peace and recover from his injuries.
Zhou Ronger was on the side, just smiling, listening to the conversation between her mother and Zhou Xing. Although she didn't understand, she was never bored. Zhou Xing was moved to see Mrs. Cui's dignity and magnanimity, and her words were full of concern. I thought that during this time travel, when I woke up, meeting such a person would be considered a blessing among misfortunes. The pain in my heart is also slightly relieved.
Seeing that Zhou Xing was getting sleepy, Mrs. Cui knew that he had just woken up from serious injuries and was weak. She stood up to leave, let Zhou Xing rest, and turned around with her daughter.
Zhou Xing woke up again, but was woken up. It was already dusk, and several young men were chatting and laughing in the courtyard outside. Although they couldn't understand, they were very happy. Among the male voices, there was a female voice, which sounded very familiar. She was expected to be Zhou Ronger. If Zhou Xing had known that Zhou Ronger was telling those young people that when they met Zhou Xing at noon, they were in tears, devoured their food, and spoke in strange accents that they could not understand, Zhou Xing would have been filled with embarrassment. flushed. It's a pity and a blessing that I couldn't understand it anyway, so I just lay quietly and pondered my own thoughts.
Occasionally, someone came in and saw that Zhou Xing was awake. Knowing that Zhou Xing couldn't understand what they were saying, they didn't say anything. They just looked at him and smiled, took the application items, and went out to continue working. Not long after, the smell of pork wafted outside. Coming in, Zhou Xing guessed that he had hunted prey and was making dinner.
After half an hour, everyone lit pineapples in the room, brought in a pot of boiled meat, and placed it in front of the bed. Someone also brought wine jars and bowls, and gathered around Zhou Xing's bed, but Zhou Rong was not there. Guilty, I think I have gone home. A tall young man cut a piece of meat with a knife, pierced it with a quickie, and handed it to Zhou Xing. Zhou Xingxin said: It’s already like this, so don’t be polite. Besides, others won’t understand you if you’re polite, so you might as well save your saliva. Taking the kuaizi, he opened his mouth and bit it without hesitation. I don’t know what kind of wild meat this meat is. Although it was just added with a little salt when it was cooked, it tasted very delicious. After Zhou Xing finished eating it in several bites, he extended his thumb to everyone to show praise.
The young man got another bowl of wine from the jar and handed it to Zhou Xing. Zhou Xing saw that the color of the wine was slightly yellow and not clear. He knew that it was mountain village rice wine and would not have much alcohol content, so he took it and drank it in one gulp. The young men were happy to see Zhou Xing's boldness. The tall young man smiled and cut another large piece of meat, handed it to Zhou Xing, then pointed to Zhou Xing's legs, pointed to the wine, and waved his hand. He indicated that his leg was injured and he could not drink more. Everyone talked and laughed and started eating wine and meat. When Zhou Xing finished eating, he would give him another piece. Until Zhou Xing waved his hand, knowing that he was full, he ignored him.
A few people stayed here for more than an hour and then gradually dispersed, but the tall young man stayed. Although this young man has thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a majestic body, he is very attentive. He first served Zhou Xing for convenience, and then sat in front of the bed, accompanying Zhou Xing while arranging his bow and arrows. The bow in the young man's hand has an arm as thick as a child's arm and is about five feet long. There is no decoration on it, but it is indeed polished and bright. The bowstring is not just made of the tendons of some wild beasts. Zhou Xing has not done much research on ancient weapons. He has only heard of names such as divine arm bows, three-stone bows, five-stone bows, etc. It means that the amount of force used to start the work cannot be related to the bow in front of him. . But looking at the size and thickness of the bow, it must be very powerful. The arrow in this young man's hand is nearly three feet long. There is no arrowhead in front, but bamboo is sharpened and feathers are glued on the back. Zhou Xing guessed that no matter how good his shooting skills were, this young man had great arm strength alone and could be called a strong man.
It was late at night, so the young man let Zhou Xing sleep. He first brought a straw curtain from outside, spread it on the ground, turned off the pine trees, lay down on the straw curtain, and fell asleep.
At dawn the next day, Zhou Xing woke up and saw the young man sleeping on the ground. He was very sorry, but he could not say anything. Seeing that the young man was sleeping soundly, he did not dare to move for fear of waking the young man.
Not long after, the young man woke up and saw Zhou Xing looking at him. He smiled innocently, got up quickly, cleared the straw curtain, and helped Zhou Xing. He asked Zhou Xing to sit on the bed, wet the cotton towel with water, and used it for Zhou Xing to wipe his face. After washing himself, he heated up the remaining boiled meat from yesterday and the two of them ate it.
The young man took the herbs and pounded them together, then gently opened the bandage on Zhou Xing's leg. Zhou Xing didn't feel too much pain at this time. He looked at the wound. It was a big bruise and swollen. Look carefully. Look, there is no protruding deformation. It seems that the broken bone has been reset, or it may be that it was just a bone fracture and contusion, but because of the language barrier, there is no way to ask. The young man poured the concoction on the wounded cloth and carefully tied it together with the splint. While watching the binding, Zhou Xing kept frowning. The young man smiled apologetically at Zhou Xing, and Zhou Xing waved his hands repeatedly, indicating that it was okay.
Seeing that it was getting late, the young man took his bow, arrow and waist knife and went out. He thought he was going hunting in the mountains again. Zhou Xing was alone at home, but he couldn't help but have random thoughts. Sometimes he thought of his family and couldn't help but feel sad. Sometimes he thought of traveling back to ancient times and he couldn't help but feel a little excited and curious. , I wonder what will happen to me in the future. Will history record me? Sometimes I think of Zhou Ronger yesterday, who was beautiful and calm, and Mrs. Cui was dignified and kind, and I feel grateful in my heart. I also think of this young man who not only saved his life, but also took care of her so enthusiastically. He is such a kindness and kindness that he must not forget in the future.
I don't know how much time passed, but there were footsteps outside, and Mrs. Cui opened the door and came in. Zhou Xing hurriedly sat up and asked Mrs. Cui to sit down. Mrs. Cui was not polite. She knew that Zhou Xing was lonely and was afraid that Zhou Xing had something to worry about, so she stayed with her. Zhou Xing chatted about everything, occasionally deliberately adding a sentence or a half of local dialect. Zhou Xing followed the preface and afterwords and guessed the meaning of the dialect. If he really couldn't understand something, he asked Mrs. Cui directly. In less than an hour, he not only learned several dialects, but also memorized several of the most commonly used words. I don’t dare to say anything else. At least I will firmly remember no, yes, thank you, eat, feel full, and drink water.
At noon, Mrs. Cui went back and prepared a meal for Uncle Zhou to bring over. Zhou Xing thought it would be Zhou Ronger who brought the meal, but fortunately he learned a few dialects in the morning and tried to show off his skills in front of the beautiful woman, but it turned out that it was The uncle is here and I feel a little regretful that I have no chance.
Uncle Zhou was not tall, with a slight hunchback, a simple and honest look, and his hair and beard were already gray. He looked to be in his 50s, more than ten years older than Mrs. Cui. Seeing Zhou Xing thanking him in dialect, he quickly said in dialect, "No, no."
