Our Hometown

Chapter 11: Anti-Chinese and Qin

For Yunlang, Dazai is a kind of existence similar to Doraemon.

There is only one thing that is not so good. The things this guy brought are old, and all are old good things.

Yun Lang tried not to think about the origin of these things. He worried that once he understood it, Dazai might kill people.

The life in the mountains is rich, and the unremitting efforts of Yun Lang are inseparable.

Dried mushrooms, dried wild vegetables, bacon, spices, and even a half-ceramic plate on their table. This is when Yunlang accidentally found a little kaolin and tried to burn it in a wood kiln.

When kaolin was found, Dazai also said that the soil can be eaten ...

Yunlang knows that this kind of soil can be eaten, of course, but people who have eaten this kind of soil will eventually die. He also has a tragic name called Guanyin Soil.

Dazai was also excited and introduced Yunlang to some high-ranking people who had become the immortals by eating Guanyin soil. It was obvious that he was very envious.

Yunlang felt that if he wanted to kill Dazai in the future, he didn't have to poison it. It was enough to grind the kaolin into powder for him to eat.

Until now, Dazai exposed too many secrets in front of Yunlang, so much so that Yunlang can judge most of the facts with a simple summary.

However, he is not ready to go out to meet other people. This is a world different from his past. There are rules here. For the rules of survival here, Yun Lang is too strange. One is out of tune with everyone. People, in this era, being killed is a very bad result.

In the days when the mountains were closed by snow, sorting out the bamboo slips was actually a learning process.

There are piles of bamboo slips here, and every piece of bamboo slips is filled with text on the front and back.

It is very difficult to identify Yunlang. The fonts of Xiaozhuan are very similar. If you don't pay attention to it, you will see it wrong. If you miss a word, the result is that the reading order of the entire simple book is disordered.

There is no faster way to learn Xiao Zhuan characters in a bamboo slip all day long.

In fact, the contents recorded on the bamboo slips throughout the house are no more than a half-inch thick book.

Has too much information in it.

It is difficult to write on Jane Dou. According to Dazai, it used to be typed with a knife, which was even more difficult.

So, in order to spend less time to make the slip, the text on the slip was simplified as much as possible, and sometimes the simplification could not be understood by the author himself.

Is especially multi-purpose. This is a matter of opinion. Why do future generations have countless kinds of explanations for the knowledge passed down from ancient times? The most fundamental reason is poverty.

Dazai was very satisfied with Yun Lang's rigorous academic spirit, especially after reading the briefs that Yun Lang organized and classified according to the library classification, I found it very convenient to find the required records.

As Dazai of Daqin, he even asked Yun Lang to write this convenient classification method on the bamboo slip, so as to spread it around the world.

"On this method of classification, if the first emperor is still there, the old man will advise you to act as your majesty's value officer."

"How many official positions is this?"

"Liu Bai Dan!"

"Can you support the family?"

"The county magistrate of Daqin, one meter per bucket, half a liter of sauce, one dish of soup, one plate of meat, another hundred households of food, and five horses of different colors. Because it is His Majesty's immediate minister, there are many more opportunities to get rewards than others.

Good luck, there are even women from different countries who can marry. "

"If Da Qin is still here, how about you?"

Dazai's face was filled with light, saying one by one: "If the first emperor is still there, Dazai's house, waiting for idlers to enter."

Obviously, what Dazai said about waiting for idlers refers to Yunlang, who might be a lesser official.

Was obviously despised by too much slaughter, but ah, it is the same with broken down families, always talking about the glory of the ancestor.

"Who is the emperor outside now?"

"Pseudo Emperor Liu Che!"

"We want to fight against Han and restore Qin?" Yun Lang felt that Dazai wanted to overthrow the rule of Han Wudi. It would be very difficult for Han Xiandi to participate. As for Han Wudi-it was still forgotten.

Dazai was not crazy enough to forget, and sighed aloud: "Liu Cheng ’s father ’s ancestor Yuyin Mansion ’s surplus grain is piled up like a mountain, the old rice is not exhausted, and the new grain is here again. , Had to pile up in the open air.

In addition, this person has been smart since childhood, and he knows how to benefit the people easily, and the time and place are in harmony with others and he has no chance of success.

The timing is not good, we can only stay dormant, and wait for the weather, once the situation changes, we will rise up and reshape our great Qinjiangshan. "

Yun Lang nodded seriously, expressing his strong agreement with Dazai's opinion.

Knowing that they ca n’t do anything is generally a martyr, and he has no interest in acting as a martyr.

Recognition is sometimes a concrete manifestation of wise behavior, especially in the presence of Emperor Hanwu, Yun Lang thought it was a kind of pride and honor.

It was boring to talk about anti-Han Fuqin during the Emperor Hanwu period. The two naturally focused their attention on the cooked food.

The dinner that Yun Lang made today is rice and steamed bacon, served with dried vegetables, and garlic cloves. Chen Mi always has a whiff of smell. This thing Yun Lang did not eat less in the orphanage. I specially put a little salt in the steamed rice. Lard, after steaming the rice, the grains of rice are crystal clear and the fragrance of the rice is tangy.

One finger thick fat pork steamed crispy, a bite of fat spilled, lips and teeth fragrant, clear and blue lard poured on the hot rice with steamed dried vegetables with soft chews, although there are only two people , But ate the momentum of thousands of troops.

"Hoo ..." The two dropped their rice bowls at the same time, not because they were full, but because the rice in the clay pot was gone, the bowl was filled, and the dishes on the plate were gone.

"The old man is wrong, you should be your majesty's cook, rather than being more official."

"This is just a home cooking!"

"One dish is enough. When the old man came to the world, although Daqin had fallen, he had lived under the protection of his father since he was a child.

Carnivorous meat like today, but still the first in his life.

Alas, poor.

If it wasn't for the internal strife, you could live such a day. "

Yun Lang spread his hands and smiled: "I am used to eating with my own hands. At least, I was always living alone before I was hit by the sky."

"If you weren't looking at you eight feet tall, like my old Qin man, you would have been eaten by a tiger."

"It's getting smaller now."

"Know what, this is an alien image!"

Yun Lang smiled bitterly: "I was lonely since childhood. With the caravan wandering on the ground, others said that I am a Qin person. This is the first time I have returned to Xianyang ..."

Dazai glanced at Yun Lang with an extremely ironic look: "No need to make up."

"What I said is real."

"And when you say everything is true, this is barren mountains and wilderness, there are a lot of wolves, tigers and leopards outside, you can't go out anyway, is there really anything that matters."

"You still accept me if you don't believe me?"

Dazai Youyou sighed: "This is God's will ... you fell from the clear sky, are you a fairy?"

Yun Lang shook his head.

"Ghost?"

Yun Lang shook his head quickly.

"That's a person, a person who fell from the sky." Dazai finished speaking and went out without giving Yun Lang any chance to explain.

Yun Lang thought for a long time, but did not come up with a reasonable explanation. Telling the truth is more like a lie than a lie.

"Hey, I am a Qin person, this is nothing wrong!" Yun Lang shouted outside the door.

"This is enough!" Dazai's low voice came from the outside, and at the same time brought a cold wind, blowing the charcoal fire in the fire pond indefinitely.

The heavy snow in Guanzhong was heavy, and Yunlang had never seen such heavy snow in Guanzhong.

It is said that the snowflakes of Yanshan are as big as the snow, and the snow here is not small. The snow is layer by layer and accumulates layer by layer. When the snow is about to be flush with the window, Yunlang and Dazai have to go out. Shoveling snow.

The process of shoveling snow is simple, as long as the thick snow is pushed under the cliff next to it with a wooden board, it is successful.

In the process of shoveling snow, Yun Lang also picked up three frozen pheasants.

After the last pile of snow was pushed down the cliff by Yunlang, Dazai stood on the edge of the cliff, staring at Xianyang in a daze.

"Where should Xianyang be?" Yun Lang helped the tiger to wipe off the white snow on his head. It was very hard when pushing the snow just now. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"Torch burned by the Chu people."

"Xiang Yu?"

"It's him, Yun Lang. If you encounter descendants of Xiang Yu in the future, remember to kill them."

"Has been killed by Liu Bang already?"

"How could a Nuo Da family be destroyed so easily, they are dormant like us.

From now on, Xiang's children will be your enemies, can you agree? "

Yun Lang looked at the white world outside the cliff, and felt that it was unlikely that he would meet the children of the Xiang clan. He nodded and said: "When they see them, they will be killed. Killed on the street. "

Dazai hehe smiled and said: "Alright, anyway, if you don't kill him, they will kill you, you just do it."

The heavy snow fell for three consecutive days. In the process, Yun Lang pushed the snow with the tiger three times.

The snow is too heavy, and the pine forest not far away can always hear the squeak of the trunk being crushed by the snow.

Since Dazai discovered that the tiger can help Yunlang push the snow, he has not moved a finger, but he stands in the yard excitedly every day and looks at Xianyang after the snow is cleared. Changan direction seems to be the most attractive Even if people's big drama is about to be buried by heavy snow, they still can't enter the house.

It's a pity that this big play didn't take long to watch. Three days later, the heavy snow stopped, and there was no cloud in the sky. The red and gorgeous sun hung high in the sky, shining on this white world.

Dazai was so disappointed that he stood on the tall stone and threw his fists at the sky to roar: "God thief, why are you so patriotic?"

He roared loudly, with endless resentment, and the voice reverberated in the valley, startling an avalanche. In the white air, Yun Lang saw Dazai's blood-red eyes, almost trying to choose someone to eat.