It didn't take long before Zhu Guoxiang brought back a handful of herbs, threw them on the ground and said: "Crush them and apply them externally."
"What kind of grass is this?" Zhu Ming asked curiously.
Zhu Guoxiang introduced: "I don't know the scientific name of Plover Grass. It specializes in treating traumatic bleeding. In the past, medical conditions in rural areas were poor, so if you suffered a minor injury, you would collect your own medicine."
I found a relatively flat rock and used the leftover mineral water bottles to fetch water from the river to rinse the rocks.
Then he cut off a branch, cut it into a short stick with his sword, and pounded the plow grass on the rock.
Both father and son were covered with bruises from the fall, so they immediately took off their clothes and helped each other apply herbs externally.
After dressing the wound and putting on clothes, Ju Ming said: "If this is Xixiang County, then it probably does not belong to the Ming Dynasty or Qing Dynasty."
"Why?" Zhu Guoxiang asked humbly.
Ju Ming pointed to the land at his feet with his sword: "The terrain here is relatively flat, and it is next to a river. It can be easily cultivated into fertile farmland. Regardless of the Ming Dynasty or the Qing Dynasty, the Hanzhong mountainous area has been greatly developed. The situation here cannot be deserted."
They bumped into a hare on the way. Before the father and son could react, the hare jumped into the grass and disappeared.
Ju Ming pointed forward happily. He was not hungry now, but he was hungry for meat. He collected wild vegetables along the way. Although he could satisfy his hunger, his appetite had faded away.
"Weasel?" Zhu Ming couldn't confirm.
In the afternoon, the boat finally arrived, and it was a fleet.
Zhu Guoxiang frowned and said: "It doesn't sound like Hanzhong dialect, but a bit like Shaanxi dialect. I didn't understand it completely."
There is a man standing in front of the arrow, using a long bamboo pole to control the direction. Behind him, there are two men standing, also holding bamboo poles, helping the man in front to stabilize the direction.
The ancient people on the ship heard the sound and looked over, vaguely seeing two savages in strange clothes.
"Hey, stay calm..."
Honey dog, scientific name is yellow-throated marten.
On the river surface upstream, I saw logs one after another, half-fixed together in the shape of an arrow.
And, lack of salt!
Once you reach the Han River, you can meet living people, and maybe you can exchange for some supplies.
The deer blood was not wasted, and was put in another mineral water bottle. They were currently lacking in salt intake, and animal blood could replenish the salt.
I encountered more squirrels, but they were harder to catch than rabbits.
It's a good historical time-travel drama, but its style has changed to survival in the wilderness.
"I learned it myself after working in self-media." Zhu Ming explained casually.
Zhu Ming swung his sword to cut down several branches, trimmed off the excess branches and leaves, stood at several positions, and threw them towards the river with all his strength.
Ju Ming turned around and asked his father: "What are they talking about? I can't quite understand."
"That's downstream." Zhu Ming pointed to the left.
The little deer was almost dying and had been bitten on the neck. But it was still struggling, lying on its side and kicking its hooves wildly. The hunter avoided its attack range and pounced on it from behind and took a bite. Another one was hunting.
The victim took advantage of the moment when the fawn turned over in panic and bit it hard on its abdomen, tearing open a large hole in its abdomen and revealing its intestines.
The four brothers roared angrily for a while and had no choice but to leave angrily.
Ju Ming rushed over to check and saw four weasel-like animals cooperating to attack a small deer.
Immediately afterwards, several green deer sprang out and fled towards the hillside, screaming in panic.
"We have mineral water bottles!" Zhu Ming had an idea.
The two walked along the river bank until their legs almost broke, and the small river finally merged into the big river.
He collected fresh reed leaves and knitted them together to make a big ugly spoon.
Sit by the river and wait quietly for two or three hours.
Although the riverside was still full of thorns, it was at least much smoother, and the father and son were traveling faster.
"Fellow, there is someone here, there is someone here!" the father and son shouted, waving branches.
But after time travel, Ju Ming's eyesight improved significantly, and could even be said to be far superior to that of ordinary people. He shook his head and said: "Those three men's headscarves were wrapped very casually. The upper body was in a cardigan, and the lower body was in narrow-mouthed shorts. This kind of dress is indistinguishable.
No specific dynasty. Only one thing can be confirmed, it is definitely not the hairstyle of the Qing Dynasty."
The soles of the father and son's shoes were badly worn and they were expected to be scrapped after just a few days of walking.
…
"Yes, wait a moment." Zhu Ming agreed.
"Thanks, brother." Zhu Ming grinned.
The row of men floated past the middle of the river. Because of the distance, it stands to reason that it would be difficult to see clearly what they were wearing.
Zhu Guoxiang nodded and said, "That makes sense."
Travel through the sixth day.
Ju Ming was submissive in the face of the tiger, but punched hard in the face of the honey dogs. He rushed over with his sword, and the four honey dogs were so frightened that they immediately ran away. They ran away for a distance, then turned around and roared at Ju Ming, obviously condemning this shameless behavior.
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Zhu Guoxiang said: "It is a honey dog, very fierce. Although it is not big in size, it is very courageous and can even hunt wild boar. I also had it when I was a child, and the stew was quite good."
While roasting, Ju Ming used his sword to scrape off the fat from the deer skin and continuously smeared it on the venison. At the same time, he explained: "I have watched foreign wilderness survival programs. Even if humans can eat meat for a long time, if there is a lack of fat intake,
If you do, you will lose weight quickly. This oil cannot be wasted, but it is a pity that there is no container to refine the oil."
This is placing rafts and using water flow to transport wood.
After half a day, all the instant noodles were eaten, leaving only the food collected along the way.
"This river must be Hanshui!"
Ju Ming said excitedly: "I don't care if it's a honey dog or a honey pig, there's something to eat!"
Hearing the noise, the four honey dogs turned nervously and guarded the deer's body to confront Ju Ming.
"Fellow, fellow, stop and say something!" Zhu Ming shouted at the top of his voice.
Zhu Guoxiang said: "Look among the reeds, maybe you can find bird eggs."
"That's right!" Zhu Ming said happily.
I felt very uncomfortable in my stomach and was severely lacking in oil and water.
Ju Ming suddenly became energetic and accelerated the speed of chopping the plants.
"Let's rest for a while." Zhu Guoxiang was very tired. After living in the mountains for several days, his hair had turned into a rotten hen's nest and his beard was unkempt like a savage.
The father and son began to collect wild vegetables nearby and rested while waiting for the boat.
The three men transporting timber turned their heads and glanced a few times, replied vaguely, and then passed by their sight along the river.
When grilling meat, use a large spoon to carefully catch all the melted fat. Wait until the fat in the spoon solidifies, then scrape it off and put it into a mineral water bottle for storage.
Zhu Guoxiang asked again: "Which dynasty did the clothes of the three people just now look like?"
There are many bandits and water bandits in the Han River Basin, and ships do not dare to dock at will.
Zhu Guoxiang looked at his son in surprise: "You still need to learn these things in school?"
My mobile phone and power bank are all out of power!
I continued on my way hungry, and there was a large reed swamp ahead.
The father and son sat down to skin the deer carcass, then lit a fire and started grilling the delicious food.
Suddenly, there was a noise in the reeds, and more than a dozen birds suddenly flew up.
Ju Ming's historical knowledge came in handy and he immediately explained: "Hanzhong belongs to Sichuan in terms of language and culture. The population dropped sharply in the late Song Dynasty and the late Ming Dynasty, and there were two major waves of immigration. If Hanzhong is spoken like Shaanxi dialect, then
We have traveled to before the Yuan Dynasty. The Sichuan people at this time, including the Hanzhong people, spoke something similar to the Liangyi dialect, a branch of the Qin and Jin dialects. The modern Shaanxi dialect retains many characteristics of the ancient Qin and Jin dialects, so you
It sounds like Shaanxi dialect. From a linguistic point of view, these people speak the Bashu dialect. This Bashu dialect is the Sichuan dialect of the Song Dynasty and before, and is different from the Sichuan dialect of later generations."
Zhu Guoxiang said: "How about waiting a little longer?"
After a full meal, the leftover venison was made into barbecued meat, and half a bottle of solidified fat was obtained.
Except for one place where there is a backflow due to the terrain, the rest of the branches are floating in the same direction.
They attacked the deer while they were drinking water by the river, but at this time they were targeted by humans.
"There should be bamboo in the Qinling Mountains. Just wait until you encounter a bamboo forest. Bamboo tubes can be used as containers." Zhu Guoxiang said.
Then turning a blind eye, the fleet went down the river and gradually disappeared between the two mountains.
The father and son looked at each other, feeling that the ancients were too indifferent.
After a long time, Ju Ming said: "We should have traveled to the Song Dynasty."
"How to confirm?" Zhu Guoxiang asked.
Ju Ming explained: "There is a scholar standing on the bow of a boat, wearing a Dongpo scarf on his head. The Dongpo scarf originated in the late Tang Dynasty, matured in the Song Dynasty, and was still used in the Ming Dynasty. I saw
The shape of the Dongpo scarf is already mature, at least from the Song Dynasty. And based on the dialect used by men before, it can be determined to be before the Yuan Dynasty. Combining the above conditions, it is now either the Northern Song Dynasty or the Southern Song Dynasty."
(Because Lao Wang was so shocked when he opened the book, the signing system of Qidian was damaged yesterday, causing all authors on the site to be unable to sign contracts. The system has been repaired today and the signing has just been completed. Please feel free to eat.)
