Once upon a time there was a mountain, a temple in the mountain, and an old monk in the temple...
Once upon a time there was a mountain, a village in the mountain, and Mahan Mountain in the village...
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Ma Hanshan lay quietly and lazily on the deck chair to bask in the sun. The spring sunshine was very warm and gentle, and he enjoyed it very much. This was something he repeated every day after his resurrection, and it was also the only thing he could do, because now
Mahan Mountain is no longer the original Mahan Mountain.
After half a month, he had to believe and accept the fact that he had traveled through time and space, and that he had transformed from an undercover cop in another time and space into the young leader of the Wagang Village in Guogai Mountain.
Can not go back.
It doesn't matter if he travels through time, but what makes him unhappy is why he is still doing his job.
In his previous life, he was an undercover agent and worked as a social eldest brother, but now he is dressed as a young bandit village leader. Damn, he is still doing his job.
Damn it, you can let me travel through time, but can I change my identity? Others who travel through time are either princes or young masters, and there will always be an awesome dad, but what about me? I don’t even have a dad.
Ma Hanshan's father, the leader of the village, took his brothers down the mountain to do "business" during the Lantern Festival and robbed a wealthy Hu man who was accidentally shot to death by an arrow. Therefore, he came across as a man without a father.
The feasting, feasting, cars, and beauties in the previous life are a bit worth remembering. However, the undercover life is like walking on thin ice every day... but it is not as free as it is now. The air here is really fresh... But..., at first glance, Ma Hanshan looked like a child playing.
A group of men training on the lawn continued to sigh secretly, they looked nothing like bandits, they were worse than gangsters.
He was also dissatisfied with the name and weakness of this body. Ma Hanshan, why the hell does it sound the same as Ma Hansan, the spy leader in the past life? He was just a bandit, why should he be a traitor and a spy?
The frail body of a spy.
"Young village leader, it's time to study." Qi Nanyue, who looked like a bamboo pole and was dressed as a scholar, walked over and said.
"If you don't read, how can you live up to how beautiful spring is?" Ma Hanshan said very simply. He raised his head and squinted at the bright sun and sang in a low voice, "Spring is not a day for reading. Summer is hot and it is good to sleep; there are mosquitoes in autumn and snow in winter.
, pack up the books to celebrate the New Year.”
Why are you thinking about celebrating the New Year? The New Year has just passed. Okay, Young Master, your father died on the Lantern Festival. Qi Nanyue cursed in his heart.
Ma Fugui was a great bandit. He understood that educated gangsters are more terrifying, so he hired Qin Nanyue as a teacher for Ma Hanshan not long after his death.
Damn it, a bandit who reads books about sages? It must be an anecdote no matter where in time and space, Ma Hanshan muttered in his heart.
Ma Hanshan said he didn't want to read it, and Qi Nanyue didn't say much and stood quietly beside him.
In the past half month, he would call me on time every day, and every day Mahanshan would give the same answer, and then he would stand aside quietly...
However, Qi Nanyue found that the young village master was different these days, because he found that the resurrected young village master occasionally showed a temperament, a temperament that a child who did not belong to the fourteenth family could have.
Little did he know that this fourteen-year-old body now contained a thirty-year-old soul.
"Young master, drink tea." Aniu brought tea on time. He was a follower who served Ma Hanshan in his daily life. He was never called the master of the village.
Ma Hanshan took the tea and took a sip, then lay down again and continued to enjoy the spring sunshine.
"Aniu, what's my father's name? What's my name, and where is this place?" When Aniu was about to leave, Ma Hanshan spoke.
"The name of the old village owner is taboo wealth, and the young master's name is Hanshan. This is Guogai Mountain Wagon Village. Young Master, didn't you ask when you just woke up?" A Niu was surprised that the young master actually talked more today, but he
I am also worried that the young master is mentally ill. These questions... I asked him the day he was resurrected.
Ma Hanshan decided to live well in this time and space. If he wanted to live well, he had to know more.
"Oh, then what kind of country are we...that is, what dynasty we are in now...what is the name of the state capital closest to the village..." Ma Hanshan asked again.
"Master...you...are you okay...we are from Dasong country. I heard from my husband that it is the fifth year of Dasong Guangning. The state closest to the village is Tangzhou, which has been occupied by Donghu. What government...I
...I don't know anymore...Master, Mr. Qi, you...you tell the master." A Niu was very worried, why the master didn't remember anything.
The Song Dynasty? This is actually the Song Dynasty? Is there any shame?
Ma Hanshan cursed God again in his heart, Damn it, why do other people in time travel have the memory of the original owner of the body, and why is it gone when it’s my turn? It’s so unfair.
Qi Nanyue, who was standing nearby, turned his head and took a deep look at Mahanshan, and then said slowly: "Wagang Village was originally a large place for firing tile jars. It was abandoned after Donghu invaded the south. Five years ago, the leader of the village led everyone
The grass falls here..."
"The nearest state from here is Tangzhou, fifty miles to the northwest, and the nearest government is Xiangfan, two hundred miles to the south. However, Tangzhou is not under the jurisdiction of Dasong. Since the first year of Guangning, Dasong and Donghu signed a peace treaty.
"The north of Huaidu belongs to Donghu, and the south belongs to Dasong. Guogai Mountain is right on the dividing line, so sometimes it belongs to Dasong and sometimes it belongs to Donghu. It's very confusing..."
In his previous life, Ma Hanshan grew up in a family of doctors, but he did not become a doctor but became a police officer. He was selected to be an undercover agent before he graduated. Therefore, he knew a little about pharmacology, weapons, etc., but his history and geography were not satisfactory.
He didn't know if there was Tangzhou in the history of his previous life, but he knew that there was Xiangfan.
"Xiangfan Mansion? Then is there Lin'an, is there Yangzhou, is there Kaifeng Mansion, is there Bao Qingtian..." Ma Hanshan was excited. It turned out to be the Song Dynasty, the richest, most enterprising but nonsense Song Dynasty.
"There is Lin'an, which is the current Kyoto of Dasong. I have never heard of Yangzhou. There is also Kaifeng Prefecture, but who is Bao Qingtian?" Qi Nanyue was very confused.
Um, how could this be? How could there be no Bao Qingtian in the Song Dynasty?
"Didn't you say that this is the Great Song Dynasty? How could the Great Song Dynasty not have Bao Qingtian?" Ma Hanshan sat up and glared at Qi Nanyue and said fiercely.
If it was the Song Dynasty, he knew some history, and the Song Dynasty was the most open dynasty in the history of feudal society. As a time traveler, he was unwilling to travel to those dynasties where people could not go to the streets even at night, like the Tang Dynasty's folk-style management.
A daily curfew is like going to jail.
"Yes, it is a great ode, a great ode..." Qi Nanyue frowned and said, like A Niu, he is very worried about Ma Hanshan. He is not hysterical, but mad.
"Great Ode, Ode of Ode, damn, what kind of time and space is this? God, you are kidding me..." Ma Hanshan fell down and murmured sadly to himself.
"Young Master...Young Master..." Aniu shook Ma Hanshan, who had been muttering to himself. The Young Master's brain is really sick. Why is he acting like a fool?
"Sir, I want a map, a history book, a newspaper..." Ma Hanshan recovered from the fool mode
"What is a map? What is a newspaper?" Qi Nanyue frowned. He was indeed crazy and was talking nonsense.
"A map is... a map, and a newspaper is... Di Bao... Do you have one?" Ma Hanshan tried hard to recall the terms used by the ancients.
"Oh, there is one on the map mountain. The newspaper... the newspaper... I have to go down the mountain to look for it, but it's not easy to find..." Shao Zhai mainly reads books and newspapers? It's great, Qi Nanyue is in a good mood, and the Shao Zhai Master is not crazy.
"Go and find as many as you can. There are also history books. Find everything you can find for me." Of course Ma Hanshan understood that this was a den of bandits, and it would be good to have two books for enlightenment.
Qi Nanyue responded and happily went to find newspapers, maps and history books.
Just as Qi Nanyue's footsteps faded away, there were footsteps approaching from far away, and then there was a sound like the master of the hall turning into a dragon and breaking a gong.
"Young village leader, please lead all the brothers to worship heaven." Shi Hualong stood in front and said with clasped fists and a bow. He had repeated these words and actions for seven days.
"As I said, I won't get involved in this kind of thing. He's just a child." Ma Hanshan waved his hand lazily.
"Young Village Master, the village was built by the old Village Master. Now that the Old Village Master is gone, Young Village Master, you have the unshirkable responsibility to carry on the Village Master's legacy." Shi Hualong's body bent even lower.
A legacy? What legacy does a bandit have? Do you want to be the most powerful bandit in the world? Ma Hanshan cursed in his heart.
The son inherited his father's legacy, and the people in the village hoped that he would carry the flag. But Ma Hanshan looked down upon this broken village. Humph, there were only a hundred or so people in the village, but in his previous life, I was the leader of a large group with more than 10,000 brothers.
"You can just find someone to do it." Although he is just a thief, he is still a leader after all. He believes that there must be someone who wants to do it.
"The village owner was established by the old village owner. Only the young village owner is qualified to take over the Wagang Village, so I ask the young village owner to take over as the village leader as soon as possible to avoid chaos." Shi Hualong bowed and invited again.
"Please ask the master of Shaozhai to sacrifice to heaven and succeed to the throne." A group of big men following Shi Hualong knelt down and shouted that they must let the master of Shaozhai succeed to the throne no matter what today.
Damn it, is it thundering...Ma Hanshan was so startled that he jumped up.
Oops, why did you kneel down? Are you so polite? Isn't that bad? I'm just a child...Okay...I'm so sincere...
"What's your name? Tell me how many people, horses and supplies there are in the village." Ma Hanshan thought for a moment, looked at Shi Hualong and said that he had to first understand the specific situation of the village.
"I report to the master of Shao Village, my subordinate, Master Hualong of Fengzi Tangtang. As far as I know, there are eighty, twenty, and ten women in the village, a total of one hundred and ten people. I don't know how much food and grass there is, but I don't know.
You have to ask Mr. Yu.
"You want me to take over Shanzhai, but other people may not think so too." In his previous life, Ma Hanshan was a social eldest brother. He could tell at a glance that Shanzhai had been divided into two factions. Otherwise, why didn't the general manager come to invite him?
Shi Hualong said with a cold face: "All brothers hope that the young master of the village will take over the village. I will go and ask them to come here to respectfully invite you."
"No need, tell them that when Mr. Qi returns to the mountain, I will lead everyone to worship heaven." Ma Hanshan waved his hand and said.
If you can't go back, then you can become a bandit. Anyway, in your previous life, you were a big shot in society, and being a bandit leader is just your "professional" job.
Two days later, Qi Nanyue returned to the mountain with a load of maps and books. Shi Hualong and others, who had been impatient for a long time, immediately held the enthronement ceremony of Mahan Mountain...wrong, it was a succession ceremony.
The large cauldron incense burner, the three animal sacrifices, and the ritual of worshiping the heaven in the village are very strong. The memorial text written by Qi Nanyue is also very passionate and emotional. Ma Hanshan leads all the village members to worship the heaven and the earth, worship the mountain god, Guan Gong, and the founder of the village... this
Time and space are also related to the second brother...
After the ceremony was completed, all the members shouted three times to the leader of the village, "Mighty and Prosperous." Ma Hanshan smiled and pressed his hands, and was about to announce that tonight's banquet would be a feast without getting drunk, when suddenly the alarm bell in the whistle tower of the village rang...
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