With a sharp and harsh brake sound, Wang Yu felt his body light up, as if he had arrived in a fairyland, flying up and falling like an autumn leaf in the sunset clouds, landing on a piece of green and soft pasture, enjoying the breeze blowing from the river. The gentle breeze and the mooing of cows in my ears made me feel that everything was so unreal and beautiful.
Suddenly, it seemed like a big earthquake had occurred. The whole world was shaking violently and collapsing rapidly.
At this time, Wang Yu felt sore and swollen all over. He was lying on the grass and couldn't get up. All he could do was watch helplessly what was happening in front of him.
The hills in the distance seemed to suddenly disappear, and then expanded like dominoes to the forest not far away, the riverside, and then to the grassland in front of me.
"Damn it, it's a subsidence!" Wang Yu desperately tried to crawl back.
Soon, his vision went dark, and with a palpitating falling feeling, he knew that he had also fallen into the "Niagara Falls" made of mud.
"It's over." Wang Yu seemed to fall into an endless void. After an unknown period of time, his head seemed to be suddenly hit by a high-speed train. Severe pain swept through his consciousness. After a while, an earthquake-like The feeling came again.
Wang Yu opened his eyes drowsily, and the sunlight stung his eyeballs like a spear that penetrated through holes.
"Who is this person?"
In front of Wang Yu was a fat man with short blond hair, fair and rosy skin, blue eyes, a red and big nose, dense freckles on his cheeks, a string of small wooden crosses hanging around his neck, wearing He wore a pair of dirty dark red short robes and brown lace-up trousers, with leggings on his calves that looked like those of the Red Army during the Long March, and a pair of tattered pointed-toed leather short boots.
"There's no earthquake, it turns out it was this guy who shook it!" At this time, the fat man was grabbing Wang Yu's shoulders and shaking him, his face full of anxiety and uneasiness.
Seeing Wang Yu open his eyes, the fat man's face lit up, and he opened his mouth and spoke a series of unfamiliar and familiar foreign languages to Wang Yu.
The fat man didn't even open his mouth, just a faint smell of sweat came out. But when he opened his mouth to speak, the oncoming bad breath almost made Wang Yu faint again.
He pushed the fat man away and sat up on the dirt floor with his own support. The blood drops on his forehead kept dripping down his eyebrows.
This is a mud road in the forest, not wide. The trees on both sides of the road grew very luxuriantly, allowing the sunlight to shine sparsely and mottledly through the leaves on unknown downy grasses and ferns. Parked not far away were two chestnut horses and a wooden trailer filled with sundries. It looked like they were his and Fatty's mounts and luggage.
There is no doubt that he has definitely traveled through time, and it is still an ancient foreign country. Judging from the clothing and appearance of the man in front of me, he is probably from the Middle Ages. Wang Yu suddenly felt like he was in another world.
Listening to the rapid words coming from the mouth of the fat man in front of him, Wang Yu felt another stab of pain in his brain.
The memory of a stranger filled his consciousness.
This is a boy named Simon, the youngest son of Baron Dorsten. From Simon's birth and baptism to childhood games, from youth training to adult conferment, from setting off from home to just falling off a horse and hitting his head... Wang Yu seemed to have experienced his life quickly. Finally, an increasingly severe headache brought him back to reality.
"Master, Master, what's wrong with you? Don't let anything happen to you, otherwise I will definitely hang me!" The fat man looked at Wang Yu's lost look. He was so scared that his tears were like spring water. Well out of eyes.
But for Wang Yu, he now understands a lot of the words that the fat man said were obscure and difficult to understand just now.
"Quick, help, help me up, find a place with water." Wang Yu still seems relatively unfamiliar with the use of this language.
The fat man ran over, rolled on the ground, helped Wang Yu up, and carried Wang Yu, who was limping, towards the creek not far away.
Looking at the completely unfamiliar face reflected in the stream, Wang Yu even forgot to wipe the wounds and blood on his forehead.
With curly brown hair, thick eyebrows, big blue jewel-like eyes, a tall nose and an angular jaw, he has a strong melancholic temperament...
Wang Yu smiled bitterly, and couldn't help but imagine that if his original body had passed through, with black hair, black eyes, flat face and yellow skin, he would probably be arrested as a heretic devil within a few minutes.
After thinking about it, he cleaned the wound and stood up unsteadily. The heavy chain mail on his body almost caused him to fall into the creek. His body is too weak now.
"What the hell!" Wang Yu asked the fat man to help him take off his outer chainmail and armor, and ordered the fat man to move rocks and collect firewood to make a small bonfire. Then he found a big rock and sat down, thinking carefully in his mind. The memory of the old owner of this body is replayed.
This is Hattuaria County on the Rhine River, and his father is Baron Dorsten in the forest in the southern part of this county. On his father's head is the Earl of Berg, who rules the entire Hatuariya County and the adjacent Berg County to the south.
As the second son of Baron Dorsten, Simon naturally does not have Simon's share in Dorstenburg and several surrounding wealthier villages and manors.
However, at Simon's simple knight canonization ceremony a few days ago, Baron Dorsten not only awarded Simon a chestnut war horse, a long sword, a decorated Norman nose-guard peaked helmet, and a slightly different In addition to the worn-out chainmail, he also gave Simon a barren village belonging to his family in a good mood.
Simon was delighted. You must know that you have no financial resources, and you have even made plans to become a mercenary or a private soldier for Count Berg. At this time, a village was granted a title. Although it was a poor and often robbed village, at least it had a more stable source of income and could also experience the freedom and happiness of being a small feudal lord.
So just yesterday, Simon happily asked the steward and maid of Dorstenburg to help him clear his things, and took the chubby attendant named Hoffman on the road to the fiefdom village of Feld.
But something happened halfway. Simon wanted to hunt a hare here, but unexpectedly he fell off his horse and hit his head on a stone on the roadside. Then the scene that happened when Wang Yu just woke up happened.
At this time, the fat man had already lit the bonfire and led two horses from the roadside. He took out a small black iron pot from the trailer, fetched water from the stream, and placed the iron pot on the stones surrounding the bonfire. superior.
"Here, bring that piece of cloth." Wang Yu, or Simon, stuttered a little.
"Okay, my young master." The fat man handed over a piece of linen cloth. But Simon took the cloth and walked to the stream and washed it with water a few times. Soon, a stream of turbid water mixed with the clear stream.
Simon's face turned dark. If you use this thing to directly bandage a wound, it would be weird if there is no infection or inflammation. People in the Middle Ages really had no sense of hygiene at all.
After scrubbing it several times, Simon threw the cloth directly into the boiling pot.
"Master, why do you want to boil cloth and eat it?" The fat man's heart was filled with worry again. Although the young master seems to be fine, God knows if he suffered a brain injury or mental problem. Otherwise, how could he do such an incredible thing.
"There are a lot of bacteria on it, it needs to be disinfected... Hey, forget it, you don't understand even after I tell you, don't ask anymore, I'm happy to just be the young master." Simon straightened his shirt and sat on the big rock on the side. The fat man scratched the back of his head and stopped talking.
After Simon finished bandaging, his stomach started to rumble.
"Fat man, pour the water in the pot and boil it again, and then bring some food over."
After a while, the fat man changed the water, and then took out a ball of stuff wrapped in cloth from the wooden trailer. Opening the cloth, there were three large pieces of black bread, a small strip of bacon, and two onions.
"It's really hard to break it." Simon picked up a piece of bread and broke it into pieces after using up his strength. "Why does this thing look like a brick?" When he put it in his mouth, it was dry, hard, tasteless, and difficult to chew. It's really not a compliment, it's like chewing a piece of old bark. He began to miss the fluffy cakes that he could easily buy on the street.
Simon went to the stream again and washed the dagger on his waist and the lid of the iron pot. He chopped the onions using the pot lid as a chopping board, poured it into the boiling water in the pot, and then cut the bacon into strips. Also put it in.
After a while, a strong aroma of meat came from the pot.
At this time, the fat man found an apple from nowhere, broke it in half, and even put it into the pot.
"Wait! What are you doing!?" Simon immediately grabbed the fat man's hand.
"Master, don't you like apples boiled in broth?" The fat man felt aggrieved.
Simon then thought about it, and it seems that in the Middle Ages in Western Europe, there was indeed the habit of boiling fruits and eating them directly. But I really can’t accept it.
"Actually, I prefer eating apples raw now." Simon smiled reluctantly, ignoring the surprised look of the fat man, picked up half of the apple in the fat man's hand and started to chew it.
"What kind of apple is this? It's so sour!" Simon thought, grinning, his teeth almost sore.
Although the fat man wanted to remind Simon that eating raw fruit was a low-class thing to do, he was afraid of irritating the "young master with abnormal mental state" at this time, so he didn't say anything. Seeing that the onions in the pot were almost cooked, he took out two oil-stained wooden bowls and wooden spoons from his luggage.
In this way, Simon and Fatty had a simple meal with bread dipped in the light onion broth. After the meal, we packed up our things and continued on the dirt road to Verde Village.
