This is a Guinness record, but this record is a bit uncomfortable!

When I thought about it, I also understood that not to mention ancient times, even modern transportation was developed, radio and television were spread all over China, and dialects did not eliminate dialects. If northerners first arrived in Jiangnan, if they met Cantonese, Hunan, and Suzhou, which one would be confused? Besides, this is a newcomer from the 21st century. When I came to this ancient era and place without knowing the age? Forget it, look at the girl's appearance and clothes, although it was very simple, she still looked like the Chinese costumes in her mind. As long as they were not foreign barbarians, they were still Chinese, and they could always understand the ideas and could not worry, so I would like to beg for food first!

Zhou Xing smiled and said word by word: "Listen—No—I understand, you—slow—slow—slow—slow—speak”

When the woman heard this, she was still confused. She thought for a while, and smiled apologetically and said, "﹩＊☆&!=﨨☆◎☆◎◎&☆!&☆!" Without waiting for Zhou Xing to answer, she turned around to take the bowl, brought the things from the clay pot to a bowl, took another spoon, put it in the bowl, and brought it to the bed.

Although Zhou Xing didn't understand what he said, he also knew that the girl wanted to give him food after seeing the girl's movements. He was relieved. As long as there was food, everything could be done slowly. Zhou Xing supported the bed with his hands, sat up, smiled at the girl, and took the bowl. The bowl was a large coarse porcelain bowl with millet and minced meat porridge inside, which was cooked thickly, and the meat was fragrant and the rice was even more intense. Zhou Xing swallowed heavily, picked up the spoon, and put it into his mouth in big mouth. Although the rice porridge was not very hot, it was still very hot. After one bowl, Zhou Xing was already sweating. Seeing that Zhou Xing was eating sweetly, the girl was very happy and turned around and served another bowl and handed it to Zhou Xing.

After Zhou Xing finished a bowl, his stomach felt much more comfortable. On the second night, he ate much more calmly. Occasionally, he looked at the woman, who was very beautiful, not tall, petite, and delicate. He was only 15 or 16 years old. He stood there and watched Zhou Xing eat. Although he was curious, he was also calm and composed. Zhou Xing praised in his heart: "It seems that ancient people were really mature than modern children. At this age, this calm and calm demeanor is really rare."

After the meal, Zhou Xing saw that the girl was still serving, so he quickly pointed her fingers and drew a big circle with his hands, which meant that he was full. The girl thought about it, and understood the meaning of getting to know each other. She smiled and took the bowl out to wash. When the girl came back, Zhou Xing pointed to the clay pot, then pointed to the girl, stretched out her thumb, and then followed the way on TV, clasped her fists and bowed to the girl. Although the girl didn't understand very much, she thought that she was praising the good cooking. She waved her hand and said to Zhou Xing: "Ru (蘒﹠﨏可﹟﹢ew＞￠～》." She turned around and walked out.

Zhou Xingkong sat in a very uncomfortable position, and lay down on his back. His mind was full of random thoughts. Not long after, footsteps outside sounded and the door opened, two people walked in. The first one was a middle-aged woman, wearing a wooden hairpin, dignified and calm, and the girl followed behind.

Zhou Xing was about to get up, and the woman quickly walked to the bed, reached out to stop her, looked at Zhou Xing's face carefully, and smiled, "Young Master, are you getting better?"

Zhou Xing was very relieved at first glance. Although the woman's tone was a little stiff, she spoke Chinese, with a bit of Sichuan Mandarin. Zhou Xing quickly replied: "Thank you, madam, I'm much better. Please ask my wife, where is this? Why am I here?"

The woman was very clear when she heard Zhou Xing's speech. Although she was a little different from the Chang'an Yayan language she said, she must have had some accent and replied with a smile: "Young Master, don't worry, let's talk slowly."

He pointed at the woman with his finger and smiled, "This is the little girl Rong'er. She's so rude. I'm sorry, my son. This place is a remote place. In the past ten years, there have been people gradually coming. They are all villagers in the nearby countryside. Apart from me, the village is all locals. They think it's useless, so they have never taught the child the silence. I don't want to meet the young master today, but it's abrupt."

It turned out that this was Xingyuan Prefecture on the West Road of Shannan. It was located in the ancient territory of Hanzhong. It was a major transportation route from Chang'an to Shu. Since Tianbao, although the territory of Guandong often fought between the vassal states in Hanzhong and the east and west rivers, and the northeast, were all undulating mountains and was not affected by war. It was the quietest territory of the Tang Dynasty, with a dense population. When Huang Chao attacked the world and captured Xijing, the two rivers and the south of Shannan began to have constant disputes. First, Wang Jian raised his troops to enter the river, and then fought with Zhou Maozhen for the south of Shannan. The original paradise turned into a land of blood and fire. The common people had no choice but to move from the prosperous land to the mountains to take refuge.

The terrain here is originally dense jungle and fertile land. Surrounded by three mountains, a stream flows through the middle, and along the stream, more than ten miles away, the Avenue of Xingyuan Mansion, many villagers walked up the river and fled here. Seeing the plains in the valley, the soil and water are convenient, which is convenient for land reclamation and farming, so they settled down. Over the past ten years, there were forty or fifty families, and the land they cultivated reached more than 500 acres. People in the village were self-sufficient, and some people who moved here were originally hunters from other places, so they still remained.

They hunted alive. In addition to eating the prey themselves, they were exchanged for the villagers' food. If there were too many, they carried the prey and went down the river. Although the road was difficult to walk, in two hours, they arrived at Shanwai Avenue and sold wild animals in the villages and towns to exchange for some must-have items such as salt. The night before yesterday, several hunters met Zhou Xing who fainted on the way back to the village. Although they had never known each other, the mountain people were simple and kind-hearted. They couldn't bear to see him die of cold and starvation in the wilderness, so they carried it back to treat him.

This middle-aged woman is an anomaly among the people here. She grew up in Chang'an and her mother's surname was Cui. She was originally a defeated branch of the Cui family in Qinghe. When she grew up, she was sent to the powerful and noble family and worked as a concubine for several years. When Emperor Xizong fled, the powerful and noble family followed her to Xingyuan. In the midst of the chaos, the powerful and noble family were killed by the riots. The people in the family fled in all directions. She was originally a concubine, but she escaped her life in the dark during the chaos. However, a woman and a family had no relatives and could run there, so she took the opportunity to find an honest family to marry.

Although Cui is a woman, she has been in a powerful family for a few years and has a lot of knowledge. She knows that in the troubled times, life is as low as a dog. She advised her husband's family early on, moved away from the towns and villages, and came to this remote place to find a way out. Speaking of this villa, it was the earliest time for Cui's husband's family to come. Her husband's surname is Zhou and is honest. Although she only has one daughter, there are several brothers of the church here together. Her household registration accounts for more than 30% of the villa, which is obviously the first household in the villa.

When Mrs. Cui asked about Zhou Xing's origin, Zhou Xing had no idea of ​​the origin of this physical body, and she dared not say that she had come here through time. It would be strange if she was not regarded as a demon, so she had to let go of her injuries and forget it. Mrs. Cui had seen Zhou Xing's clothes and items when she came, and she had long felt that Zhou Xing must have some origin. At this time, she saw Zhou Xing hesitantly and thought that Zhou Xing would have hidden something, so she did not go into it in depth. She said it and talked about local customs and culture, and then only comforted Zhou Xing to let him recover from his wounds with peace of mind.

Zhou Rong'er was standing aside, just smiling, listening to her mother and Zhou Xing's narration. Although she couldn't understand, she was still unhappy. Zhou Xing was moved to see that Mrs. Cui was dignified and generous, and her words were full of concern. She thought that when she woke up, she met such a person, which was a blessing in disgrace. She also understood the pain in her heart.

Seeing Zhou Xing gradually getting tired, Mrs. Cui knew that he had just woken up from his injuries and was weak, so she stood up and said goodbye, asked Zhou Xing to rest, and led her daughter to turn around.

Zhou Xing woke up again, but was woken up. It was dusk, and several young men were talking and laughing in the yard outside. Although they couldn't understand, they knew it was very happy. Among the male voices, there was a female voice, which sounded very familiar. I thought it was Zhou Rong'er. If Zhou Xing knew that Zhou Rong'er was telling those young people about the things that when they saw Zhou Xing at noon, they were crying when they saw Zhou Xing, eating, and talking strangely, they would probably be blushing with shame. Unfortunately, they were lucky. Anyway, they couldn't understand, so they lay quietly and pondered their own thoughts.

Occasionally someone came in. Seeing that Zhou Xing was awake, he knew that Zhou Xing couldn't understand what they said, so he didn't say it. He just smiled and took the application items, went out to continue working. Not long after, a smell of pork came in outside. Zhou Xing guessed that it was time to catch prey and be cooking supper.

Half an hour later, everyone lit Song Ming in the house, brought a pot of boiled meat in, put it in front of the bed, and someone brought a wine jar and bowl in front of Zhou Xing's bed. Zhou Rong was not included, thinking that she had already gone home. A tall young man cut a piece of meat with a knife, put it in a quick piece, and handed it to Zhou Xing. Zhou Xing thought to himself: It's all like this, don't be polite. Besides, others don't understand it, so it's better to save some spit. Take the quick piece and bite it without hesitation. I don't know what kind of wild food this meat is. Although it was just a little salt when cooking, it tasted very delicious. Zhou Xing finished eating a few bites and stretched his thumbs to everyone to praise.

The young man got a bowl of wine from the jar and handed it to Zhou Xing. Seeing that the wine was slightly yellow and not clear, Zhou Xing knew it was rice wine in the mountain village and it would not be too generous. He took it and dries it in one sip. The young men were also happy to see Zhou Xing being generous. The tall young man smiled and cut another piece of meat and handed it to Zhou Xing, then pointed to Zhou Xing's legs, pointed at the wine, waved his hand, indicating that there was an injury on his legs and could not drink too much. Everyone talked and laughed, and started to eat wine to get the meat. When Zhou Xing finished eating, he would give him another piece until Zhou Xing waved his hand and knew that he was full, so he ignored him.

A few people were here for more than an hour before they gradually dispersed, but the tall young man stayed. Although the young man had thick eyebrows and big eyes and a strong figure, he was very careful. He first served Zhou Xing to facilitate his service, and then sat in front of the bed, accompanying Zhou Xing while sorting out his own bow and arrow. The bow in the young man's hand was as thick as a child's arm, about five feet long, and there was no decoration on it, but it was polished and the bow string was not just wrapped with the glue of a wild beast. Zhou Xing

I have not studied ancient weapons, I have only heard of the names of divine arm bows, such as three stone bows and five stone bows. It means that the force used to start the work cannot be related to the bow in front of me. However, judging from the size and thickness of the bow, I guess the force is huge. The arrow in the young man's hand is nearly three feet long, and there is no arrowhead in front, but it is just sharpened by bamboo and sticking feathers behind it. Zhou Xing guessed that no matter how the young man shot, his arm strength alone was quite strong, and he could be called a hero.

It was late at night, and the young man asked Zhou Xing to sleep. He first brought a straw curtain from outside, spread it on the ground, extinguished Song Ming, lay on the straw curtain, and fell asleep by himself.

The next day, Zhou Xing woke up and saw the young man sleeping on the ground. He was very sad, but he couldn't say anything. Seeing that the young man was sleeping soundly, he didn't dare to move, for fear of waking up the young man.

Not long after, the young man woke up and saw Zhou Xing looking at him. He smiled silly, quickly got up, packed the straw curtains, and helped Zhou Xing to facilitate it. He asked Zhou Xing to sit on the bed, wet the cotton towel with water, and let Zhou Xing wipe his face. After washing himself, he heated up the remaining boiled meat yesterday, and the two of them ate it.

The young man pounded the herbs together, and then gently opened the wounded cloth strip on Zhou Xing's leg. Zhou Xing didn't feel too painful at this time. Looking at the wound, it was so big that it was a big blue-purple swollen. If you look carefully, it did not highlight the deformation. It seemed that the broken bone had been reduced, or it might have been just a bone crack and contusion, but the language was not clear, so you couldn't ask. The young man poured the medicine on the wounded cloth and carefully wrapped the splint tightly. When he saw the tie, Zhou Xing kept frowning. The young man smiled apologetically at Zhou Xing, and Zhou Xing waved his hands repeatedly, indicating that it was not hindered.

Seeing that it was getting late, the young man took a bow and arrow knife and went out. He thought he was going up the mountain to hunt again. Zhou Xing was alone at home, and he couldn't help but think about random thoughts. Sometimes he thought of his family and was sad. Sometimes he thought of traveling back to ancient times, and he couldn't help but feel a little excited and curious. He didn't know what would happen to him in the future. Will history record his own conclusions? Sometimes he thought of Zhou Ronger yesterday, who was so beautiful and calm, and Mrs. Cui was dignified and warm, and he was very grateful. He even thought that this young man not only saved his life, but also took care of him so enthusiastically. He would not forget his great kindness in the future.

I don't know how long it took, but the footsteps outside sounded. Mrs. Cui pushed the door and came in. Zhou Xing hurriedly sat up and asked the wife to sit down. Mrs. Cui was not polite. She knew that Zhou Xing was lonely alone and was afraid that Zhou Xing would be unable to think about it, so she accompanied Zhou Xing to talk about everything and occasionally deliberately brought one and a half of the dialect in this prescription. Zhou Xing followed the prescription and thought about the meaning of the dialect. If he really couldn't understand it, 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. He dared not say anything else, at least not, thank you, eat, eat, drink water, and remember them all.

At noon, Mrs. Cui went back and prepared the meal and asked Uncle Zhou to bring it over. Zhou Xing thought it would be Zhou Rong'er who brought the meal, but he learned a few dialects in the morning and could try to show off his skills in front of the beauty, but he saw that it was the uncle who came and had no chance, so he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

Uncle Zhou was not tall, a little hunched back, and a honest face. Many of his hair and beard were gray. He looked in his 50s, and he was more than ten years older than Mrs. Cui. Seeing Zhou Xing thanking him in dialect, he hurriedly said in dialect, "No, no."


Chapter completed!