With a groan, I opened my eyes, and what I saw was a mottled wall and a paper window.
"Hey, wake up, wake up, Brother Shan is awake..."
Three or five people in the room were sitting around my bed. They all looked happy when they saw that I was awake.
"Xiaoshan, you scared me to death. Don't fight again. This time you were in danger of dying. Doctor Cheng, thank you. Thank you for saving Xiaoshan..."
I tried to open my eyes and look at the people in the room. In front of me, a woman in her forties or fifties was holding my hand. Now she was thanking a goatee with a grateful look on her face.
Goatee's face was filled with pride: "The eldest sister, that is, I, Sai Hua Tuo, can pull him back from the Lord of Hell. If someone else comes here, he may not have this ability."
Everyone in the room echoed: "That's right, that's right. You, Sai Hua Tuo, are the only one in the county who has great medical skills. Oh, thanks to your precious medicine this time, it really cures the disease."
Sai Huatuo chuckled and said, "Isn't that right? I only have the last pill left. I originally wanted to keep it to save my life. That is to say, this kid has a good life and is a student who saves the country. He met me. , that's fate, no matter what, I have to save you. Okay, I will write another prescription, take the medicine according to the prescription, and nurse it back to health for ten days and a half. When you turn around, don't forget to hand over 3 silver dollars to the counter. Ah. These three silver coins, together with the treasure pill I just took, and the money for the herbal medicine behind, I will half sell and half give away, which means that this child is a good person who wants to save the country. If it were replaced by someone else, it would not be at this price."
The woman who seemed to be my mother said: "Oh, what are you talking about to save the country? It is the National Salvation Association that is causing the trouble, otherwise our little shan would not have suffered this calamity. The Qing Dynasty would have perished long ago. Our little shan Now, we can no longer make revolutions in the future. We will definitely deliver the silver coins you always mentioned, so you can rest assured."
Qing? Save the National Assembly? Silver dollar? what's the situation? Am I not sleeping at home? How come you are here in the blink of an eye?
I struggled to get up, and when I touched my forehead, I felt a sharp pain: "Hiss... it hurts."
"Xiaoshan, don't touch the wound with your hands..."
While writing the prescription, Sai Huatuo warned me: "If you can't save the country, what do I know as a doctor? Sister, you, a woman, don't understand even more. But having said that, young man, you guys These students who accept new trends of thought and new ideals should not always go to the streets to cause trouble every day. This time, the butt of a gun was hit on the forehead, and there was still half a breath left. I worked hard and saved your life. Next If that big spearman hit me on the back of the head that time, even the gods would be hard-pressed to save me. Hey, why are my eyes still so straight? Oops, you won’t let people hit you stupidly, you brat, you can’t ruin me. Shop sign……"
Saihua Tuo saw me staring blankly at him, thinking he had been beaten silly, so he immediately held down my head to check.
"Doctor, doctor, I'm fine, I'm fine, let go, let go..."
Saihuatuo held my head down and checked him over and over. I felt uncomfortable and quickly spoke to stop him.
"Hey, it's really good. It's better, isn't it? Just fine. You students who have had foreign ink are different. You don't call doctors doctors, just doctors, right?"
Saihua Tuo let me go and asked curiously.
Li Shan, a Chinese in the 21st century, went to bed early after dinner one day. Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes again, he was transported to the late Qing Dynasty. Moreover, his name is still Li Shan now. My mind was spinning. If the people in the room weren't joking with me, I might have really traveled through time. Whether it is time travel or not, let’s put it aside for now. Let’s get rid of the doctor in front of us first.
I said, "Yes, I'm calling a doctor. Doctor, doctor, heal lives, save lives and heal the wounded."
Saihua Tuo clicked his tongue and said in surprise: "Hey, look, we still need you new students, even if you are literate. The Qing Dynasty still has to rely on you. Come on, take this prescription, tomorrow morning, don't forget to take the medicine, I should probably do it too Come on, don’t forget to pay the bill at the counter.”
As Saihua Tuo was talking, he packed up the medical tools and got up and walked outside while he was talking.
Everyone hurriedly stood up to see each other off, saying thanks and promising to pay the bill at the counter the next day.
After sending Sai Huatuo away, I quickly struggled to get up, turned around and took a look, and I had a clear view of a room of 20 to 30 square meters. When I walked outside the door, I saw a square courtyard. The main room in the middle faced north and south, and there were wing rooms on both sides. The east wing room I just lived in was the east wing room.
Back inside the house, there are two or three windows, a doorway, a stove on the ground in the center of the house, which is burning brightly, an Eight Immortals table by the window, and two bow chairs. There are teacups, teapots, cups and saucers on the table.
I hurriedly walked to the table and grabbed a plate in my hand. Turning over the plate and looking at the signature, I saw four small characters in traditional Chinese: "Big and Small Liu Zhi"
Big and small Liu? Traditional Chinese characters? I put down the plate, then lifted up a teapot and turned it over to check: "Made in the Guangxu Year of the Qing Dynasty"
Guangxu? I put down the teapot and looked at the remaining cups and saucers one by one.
The Da Liu system, the Guangxu system of the Qing Dynasty, the Songhe Pavilion system, the Huaping Tang system...
"Xuantong Year of the Qing Dynasty", suddenly a brand new porcelain bowl fell into my hands. The Xuantong Year of the Qing Dynasty was clearly written on this porcelain bowl.
"Xuantong year? Isn't this the last emperor of the Qing Dynasty? Is this, this, is this really the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China?"
I held the porcelain bowl and looked shocked.
Could it be that I really traveled through time?
Traveling to the late Qing Dynasty has basically become a fact. In the past few days, in addition to recuperating, I have been wandering around the area. I have already inquired about the situation here. It is now the first year of Xuantong, 1909 in the Western calendar. As he spoke, the Wuchang Uprising broke out, completely burying the decadent feudal old China.
This small county town, said to be a county town, is actually only equivalent to a larger village in the 21st century. In this county, the area close to the center is fine, but the households near the edge are quite poor.
Outside the county seat, people's livelihood is even worse. The bankers close to the county seat are okay, but further away, there are traces of weeds everywhere, and no one is farming at all. On the official road not far away, there are also sallow and skinny victims migrating. They are wrapped in thick cotton jackets and walking on the official road about three meters wide. Occasionally, some carriages and mules pass by.
Touching a brand new scar on his forehead, the skin was slightly bulging, although it was already scarred. But there was still a slight pain when I pressed it a little, reminding me that it was unmistakable. This was the end of the Qing Dynasty. The Wuchang Uprising would break out two years later, followed by the Republic of China.
Looking at the deserted scenes on the fields and the sparsely migrating people on the official roads, I felt heavy in my heart.
The early years of the Republic of China were not a good year. People's livelihood in the country was in decline, warlords were at war, and people's lives were like grass. There are powerful ships and powerful guns outside, and they are watching eagerly, and if they do anything wrong, they will rush up to eat blood and flesh. It’s really difficult for China at this time.
"It's really not a good year. What are you going to do when you travel to this place..." I muttered to myself.
"Brother Shan, Brother Shan, Brother Yuzhi is here, Brother Yuzhi is here..." A young man in the distance ran towards me with a runny nose and bubbles.
This half-year-old child is also a child from the county town. His surname is also Li, and his name is Li Xiaohai. I was beaten during a parade in the city before, and it was Xiao Hai who traveled 10 miles back and forth to inform me. Following Xiaohai was a familiar figure.
Zhao Yuzhi is his classmate and a member of the National Salvation Congress like himself.
"Yuzhi, why are you here?"
Zhao Yuzhi: "Brother Shan, I'm here to see you. Oh, my brother, what are you talking about? Your injury hasn't healed yet, why did you come out to have a blast? Go back quickly, Tianlang and the others are all here to see you. Yes, it’s at your house.”
"It's okay, it's okay, Tianlang is here too, how many of them are here?" I asked as I walked back.
Not long after, the three of them walked to the door of the house. Before they entered the yard, they heard someone inside shouting: "Sun Chuanhu is a traitor, we must plead for the people..."
When he walked into the yard, he saw a group of people about the same age and appearance arguing about something.
"Lao Shan, are you okay? Oh, let the brothers take a look." When one person saw me coming in, he immediately came up to me and stared at my head with a pair of big eyes. The rest of the people also gathered together to take a look.
One guy looked at it and exclaimed: "This forehead is so hard."
I was so worried when everyone looked at me: "What are you guys so crazy about? Didn't you just get hit on the forehead with the butt of a gun? What are you looking at around me? Hey, what are you doing?" I swatted away someone who was reaching out. The hand on my head is a little angry.
At this time, a man walked out of the room. He was handsome and wearing a new suit, which made him stand out among the crowd. He is Bai Lang, the president of the National Salvation Association, and his father is a well-known wealthy businessman.
"Brother Shan, you're fine. Are you still hurting now?" Bai Tianlang asked.
"Tianlang, the pain doesn't hurt anymore. It's a minor injury. Let's go into the room and talk. Tianlang, why are you all here today?" I said as I greeted everyone into the room. When they got to the room, they asked the students to make tea, pour water, and drink by themselves.
Bai Tianlang cleared his throat and said, "Brother Shan, we are here today. First, we want to see you and see how you are doing. The other is to inform you to see Jidong for the last time tomorrow..."
My heart skipped a beat: "What's wrong with Jidong?" My voice couldn't help but rise a few degrees. Sun Jidong was a student who went to school in the city with him, and was also one of the few closest brothers he had.
The atmosphere in the room became heavy for a moment, and no one spoke. A voice came from one of the corners: "Jidong was with you that day, and he was also beaten with a gun butt. But his condition was more serious than yours, and he couldn't be cured. He survived at home for a few days, and died the day before yesterday..."
When I heard that my friend had been killed, I felt a surge of anger in my heart. Although I am from the future, I am also affected by this anger coming from my blood.
"The big traitor Sun Chuanhu, even if I die, I will definitely support you!"
