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0004【Maybe Song Dynasty】

It took not much time, Zhu Guoxiang brought back a handful of herbs and threw them on the ground and said, "Make it and apply it externally."

"What kind of grass is this?" Zhu Ming asked curiously.

Zhu Guoxiang introduced: "I don't know what the scientific name of Pleata is. It is specialized in treating trauma and bleeding. In the past, the medical conditions in rural areas were poor, and I took my own medicine when I suffered minor injuries."

Find a relatively flat rock, use the remaining mineral water bottle to fetch water from the river to rinse the stones.

He cut off another branch, took the sword and cut it into a short stick, and placed the plowhead grass on the rock and mashed it.

Both the father and son fell and were covered in bruises. They immediately took off their clothes and helped each other apply herbs.

After applying the wound and putting on clothes, Zhu Ming said: "If this is Xixiang County, most of them do not belong to the Ming and Qing dynasties."

"Why?" Zhu Guoxiang humbly asked for advice.

Zhu Ming pointed his sword at the land under his feet: "The terrain here is relatively flat, and it is next to a river, so it is easy to reclaim it into fertile land. Whether in the Ming or Qing dynasties, the mountainous areas of Hanzhong were developed, and the situation here cannot be deserted."

Zhu Guoxiang nodded and said, "It makes sense."

Zhu Ming waved his sword and cut off a few branches, cut off the excess branches and leaves, stood in several positions, and threw them towards the river.

Except for one place where it flows back due to the terrain, the other branches float in the same direction.

"Then is downstream." Zhu Ming pointed to the left.

Although the river was still covered with thorns, it was at least much flatter, and the father and son were moving faster.

Half a day later, after eating instant noodles, only the food collected along the way was left.

The stomach is very uncomfortable and the oil and water are severely lacking.

A hare ran into the middle of the way. Before the father and son could react, the rabbit jumped into the grass and disappeared.

I encountered more squirrels, but they were harder to catch than rabbits.

I continued on my way while hungry, and a large area of ​​reed marsh appeared in front of me.

Zhu Guoxiang said: "Look in the reeds and you may find bird eggs."

Zhu Ming suddenly felt energetic and accelerated his speed to chop plants.

Suddenly, a sound came from the reed marsh, and more than ten birds flew up suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, a few green deer rushed out and fled to the hillside in panic and roar.

Zhu Ming rushed over to check and saw four weasel-like animals cooperating to siege a deer.

The deer was almost out of reach, and it was bitten on its neck. But it was still struggling, lying on its side and kicking around with four hooves. The hunter bypassed the attack range and suddenly jumped up from behind to bite. The other hunter took advantage of the moment when the deer was panicked and turned over, and even tore a big hole in its abdomen, revealing the intestines inside.

"Weasel?" Zhu Ming could not confirm.

Zhu Guoxiang said: "It's a honey dog, very fierce. Although it's not big, it's very brave, and it can even hunt wild boars. I ate it when I was a child, and the stew is pretty good."

Zhu Ming said excitedly: "I don't care whether it's a honey dog ​​or a honey pig, there's something to eat!"

Honey dog, scientific name yellow-throated mink.

They attacked while the deer was drinking water by the river, but were targeted by humans at this time.

Hearing the movement, the four honey dogs turned around nervously, guarding the deer's body to confront Zhu Ming.

Zhu Ming faced the tiger with a timid, but he punched hard in the face of the honey dog. He rushed over with his sword. The four honey dogs were so scared that they fled immediately, escaped for a while, and turned around and roared at Zhu Ming, obviously condemning this shameless behavior.

"Thank you, brother." Zhu Ming grinned.

The four brothers roared for a while, and had no choice but to leave in disappointment.

The father and son sat down and peeled the deer corpse, set fire to start grilling delicious food.

While baking, Zhu Ming used his sword to scrape off the fat from the deer skin and constantly applied it to the venison. He also explained: "I have watched the wilderness survival program abroad. Even if humans can eat meat for a long time, their weight will drop rapidly if they lack fat intake. This oil cannot be wasted, but unfortunately there is no container for refining oil."

"There should be bamboo in the Qinling Mountains. It will be great when you encounter a bamboo forest. The bamboo tube can be used as a container." Zhu Guoxiang said.

"We have mineral water bottles!" Zhu Ming had an idea.

He went to collect fresh reed leaves, woven them together, and made them into an ugly big spoon.

When barbecue meat, all the melted and fallen oils are carefully caught with a large spoon. Wait until the oils in the spoon solidify, then scrape them down and put them in a mineral water bottle to store.

The rest of the venison meat was made into jerky meat and half a bottle of solidified fat was obtained.

Deer blood was not wasted, so they were filled with another mineral water bottle. They now lack salt intake, and animal blood can replenish salt.

The great historical time-travel drama has become a wilderness to survive.

...

The sixth day of travel.

The father and son have severely worn soles, so they will probably be scrapped after walking for a few more days.

The phone and the power bank are all out of power!

The two of them walked along the river bank so hard that their legs were almost broken, and the small river finally flowed into the river.

"This river must be Han River!"

Zhu Ming happily pointed ahead. He was not hungry now, but he just wanted to eat meat. He collected wild vegetables along the way. Although he could satisfy his hunger, his mouth had faded away.

And, salt deficiency!

When you arrive at the Han River, you will meet living people and maybe you will get some supplies.

"Let's rest for a while." Zhu Guoxiang was so tired. After a few days of life in the mountains, his hair had become a rotten chicken coop and his beard was like a savage.

Sitting by the river, waiting for two or three hours.

"Hi, let's do it steadily..."

I saw that the upper river surface, pieces of logs were half fixed together in an arrow shape.

A man stood in front of the arrow, controlling the direction with a long bamboo pole. Two men stood behind him, holding bamboo pole, helping the person ahead stabilize the direction.

This is laying down wood rafts and using water flow to transport wood.

"Membersman, fellow villagers, stop and say something!" Zhu Ming shouted loudly.

The three men who transported wood turned their heads and glanced a few times, replied a few vaguely, and passed through their sight along the river.

Zhu Ming turned around and asked his father: "What are they talking about? I don't understand very well."

Zhu Guoxiang frowned and said, "It doesn't sound like Hanzhong dialect, but it's a bit like the northern Shaanxi dialect, and I don't fully understand it."

"That's right!" Zhu Mingxi said.

Zhu Ming's historical knowledge came in handy and immediately explained: "Hanzhong belongs to Sichuan in terms of language and culture. The population of Hanzhong was sharply reduced in the late Song and Ming dynasties, and there were two major immigration waves. If Hanzhong dialect spoke like Shaanxi dialect, then we traveled to before the Yuan Dynasty. At this time, Sichuan people, including Hanzhong people, spoke some similar to the Liangyi dialect, a branch of the Qin and Jin dialect. Modern Shaanxi dialect retains many characteristics of ancient Qin and Jin dialects, so you sound like Shaanxi dialect. From a linguistic perspective, these people spoke Bashu dialect. This Bashu dialect is a Sichuan dialect from the Song Dynasty and before, which is different from the Sichuan dialect in later generations."

Zhu Guoxiang looked at his son in surprise: "You still have to learn these things in school?"

"After becoming a self-media, I learned it myself." Zhu Ming explained casually.

Zhu Guoxiang asked again: "What dynasty do those three people wear just now look like?"

The scattered man floated through the middle of the river. Because the distance was far, it was not clear what clothes he was wearing.

But after traveling through time, Zhu Ming's vision improved significantly, even far beyond ordinary people. He shook his head and said, "Those three men had their headscarfs wrapped around casually. They had a double-breasted shirt on the upper body and narrow-mouthed shorts on the lower body. This kind of outfit cannot tell the specific dynasty. Only one thing can be confirmed, it is definitely not the hairstyle of the Qing Dynasty."

Zhu Guoxiang said: "How about you wait?"

"Yes, wait a little longer." Zhu Ming agreed.

The father and son began to collect wild vegetables nearby, and waited for the boat while resting.

It was afternoon that the ship finally arrived, and it was a fleet.

"Membersman, there are people here, there are people here!" The father and son shouted, waving the branches.

The ancient people on the boat heard the sound and saw two strange savages.

Then he ignored it and the fleet went downstream and gradually disappeared between the two mountains.

There are many robbers and water bandits in the Han River Basin, but the ships just dare not dock at will.

The father and son looked at each other, both of whom felt that the ancients were too cold.

After a long time, Zhu Ming said: "We should have traveled to the Song Dynasty."

"How did you confirm it?" Zhu Guoxiang asked.

Zhu Ming explained: "There is a boat with a scholar standing on the bow, and the Dongpo scarf on his head is wearing a Dongpo scarf. The Dongpo scarf originated from the late Tang Dynasty and matured in the Song Dynasty, and was still in use in the Ming Dynasty. The Dongpo scarf I saw is already mature in shape, at least in the Song Dynasty. According to the dialect of men before, it can be confirmed that it was before the Yuan Dynasty. Combined with the above conditions, it is either the Northern Song Dynasty or the Southern Song Dynasty."
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