"Ah..." In the dark room, on the bed, a young man with his head wrapped in gauze and slightly bleeding suddenly screamed and stood up. He opened his hazy eyes as if waking up from a nightmare, and his whole body was sore. It hurt, and his head ached even more. He stroked his head and looked at everything around him blankly, feeling very strange.
In front of the bed, a little girl who was dozing on the table slowly raised her head. When she saw the young man waking up, she was stunned for a moment. Then she woke up as if from a dream. She was overjoyed and jumped up.
"Brother Dalang is awake! Brother Dalang is awake!" Then a slightly childish cry of ecstasy broke through the silent courtyard, immediately causing a burst of hurried footsteps, like chickens and dogs jumping around. Three people suddenly rushed into the dormitory. A man and a woman grabbed his hand and kept asking him how he was doing.
"Just wake up! Just wake up!" A voice crying with joy kept coming from the young man's ears.
"A miracle! What a miracle!" At the same time, another trembling voice sounded in the young man's ears.
"Where am I?" The young man sat on the head of the bed, looking around blankly. He saw a middle-aged and strong man wearing a commoner's short shirt and gray robe holding his arm on the edge of the bed, with a happy face. Standing beside the bed A middle-aged woman wearing a narrow-sleeved dress and a wooden hairpin on her head was extremely happy, with tears of joy on her face. Next to the woman was a pretty little girl wearing a blue shirt and blue trousers with a bun. There was also a look of surprise on his face. An old man wearing a Gebu robe was carrying a medicine box, stroking his beard and standing there blankly. It was he who made the exclamation. The young man looked back and saw the cross on his body. There was some blood and dirt on the short-sleeved linen robe, and I couldn't help but feel stunned.
The reason why the young man was in a daze was because he found that he had completely changed and became unrecognizable. His height, body shape, and skin color were all different. As for whether his appearance had changed, he didn't know yet, but he felt that he seemed much younger, so The bed he was lying on and the house he was in didn't seem to be what they should be in modern times. Everything was weird. And he remembered that he had clearly fallen into a cliff, so why was he lying on this bed again?
"Didn't I fall into a cliff? Why am I lying here? Am I not dead yet?" the young man asked himself.
Slowly, the young man recalled what happened before he woke up: his real name was Leng Feng. When he was six years old, his parents died in a car accident and he became an orphan. He was adopted and raised by an orphanage. He was smart and studious, and he passed the exam with excellent results. I went to the University of Geosciences in Kyoto, majoring in archeology, and worked part-time. After graduation, I applied to work at the Hebei Institute of Archeology. I am an archaeological researcher. I am 26 years old. On June 16, 2022 AD On the morning of July 1, the sixth day of the fifth lunar month, he was following his colleagues at the Institute of Archeology to do archaeological research at the top of Xiaowutai Mountain in Zhangjiakou City, Hebei Province. In order to collect a specimen from the cliff, he volunteered to climb the cliff. Who knew? His feet slipped and he accidentally fell into the bottomless cliff shrouded in clouds and mist. He watched helplessly as the frightened faces and figures of his colleagues slowly shrank and disappeared in front of his eyes, until he completely lost consciousness...
Leng Feng felt as if he had just had a nightmare, but when he woke up he realized something was wrong!
The house in front of me is very gray and old. It is a wooden and tiled house with carved beams and painted roofs. It looks very old. The wooden windows, wooden tables and wooden chairs in the room are also a bit old and antique.
He was holding an oil lamp. The four people in front of him were all dressed in ancient costumes, wearing simple jackets and robes. Even he himself was wearing ancient clothes. He had injuries on his body, and the robes were stained with blood and soil. His head hurt a lot.
Wrapped in gauze. In addition to the many memories before he fell off the cliff, there was also a lot of other information in his mind.
"Where is this? Am I dead? How long have I been sleeping?" Leng Feng asked uneasily.
"This is home! You have been sleeping for two days and two nights!" the middle-aged man said anxiously, and then asked: "Don't you remember?" Then he quickly looked at the old doctor next to him.
The old doctor stepped forward knowingly, grabbed Leng Feng's wrist excitedly, and took his pulse. He found that his pulse was neither weak nor chaotic, and full of vitality. It was not as weak as a person who had just woken up from a serious injury.
The old doctor was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time. He just kept muttering to himself, "How strange! How strange!"
The person who had been in a coma for two days and two nights was already on the verge of death and could run out of gas at any moment. When the old doctor felt that there was nothing he could do to save him, this young man was able to wake up on his own, and his vital signs were still like this.
Wang Sheng didn't look like a seriously injured and dying person at all. How could he not be surprised? Even though he was well-informed and had healed countless people, he had never encountered such a strange thing!
"Dalang, what's wrong with you?" "Don't scare us!"
Leng Feng was in a daze when he heard urgent and excited words coming from his ears again. These words sounded strange, with the rising tone pronounced in a high (flat) tone, the falling tone falling in a low tone, and the rising tone rising and falling again, a bit like the Hebei dialect.
It's a bit like the Shandong dialect. Leng Feng was born in Xuzhou, Jiangsu Province during his lifetime, and there were many people from all over the world at the Kyoto University of Geosciences. He learned many local dialects from his classmates, and he could understand the dialects north of the Yangtze River.
"Doctor, how is the old man doing?" The middle-aged woman next to him looked at the old man and asked eagerly and worriedly.
"It's probably because the brain was injured, and the memory is slightly damaged, maybe a little amnesia. There should be no other problems! It's really strange, strange! Take your time to recover!" the old doctor said in confusion, stood up, and walked out from there.
He took out a few medicines from the medicine box, took the medical fee from the middle-aged woman, picked up the medicine box and walked out. The middle-aged man followed behind and sent him out.
"Da Lang? Is it me?" Leng Feng touched his aching head and asked in confusion.
"Yes, you are Da Lang, why don't you remember?" The middle-aged woman approached eagerly and asked worriedly. The surprise just now turned into worry.
"What's wrong with Brother Dalang? Do you still remember Xiao'e?" The little girl in Tsing Yi simply ran to Leng Feng, grabbed Leng Feng's arm, raised her little face, and asked playfully.
Leng Feng had no choice but to stretch out his hand and gently touch the little girl's shoulder, and said to the woman: "I am Da Lang? What is my name?".
"Your surname is Wu Zhi, and your nickname is Da Lang! Have you forgotten? I am your aunt!" The woman held Leng Feng's hand tightly, panicked, and burst into tears.
After sending the old doctor away, the middle-aged man who came back quickly approached and could not help but frowned, worried.
"Wu Zhi? Wu Dalang? Ah... Then I am neither...?" The words "traveled through time" almost blurted out, but luckily Leng Feng swallowed them back.
"I actually traveled through time?!" Shocked, Leng Feng didn't come back to his senses for a long time, and his heart was filled with panic.
"Then what time is it now? Where am I? What kind of place is this?" Leng Feng had a headache and was so surprised that he couldn't care less about shocking the world and simply asked.
"Today is the sixth day of May in the second year of Shaosheng's reign in the Song Dynasty. You are at home! This is Wujiana Village, Qinghe County, Enzhou, Hebei East Road! Have you lost your memory?" the middle-aged man responded quickly, with a worried look on his face.
"The second year of Shaosheng in the Song Dynasty? Isn't that the year 1095 of the Northern Song Dynasty? The sixth day of May? That should be June. Could it be that I have traveled to the end of the Northern Song Dynasty?" Leng Feng's heart was beating wildly and he was completely crazy.
"Then who is the emperor now?" He could only bite the bullet and continue to ask.
"The official is Zhao Xu! Why don't you remember?" The middle-aged man was even more worried, frowning and staring into his eyes.
"Official Zhao Xu? Who is it?" Leng Feng slowly asked himself in his heart. He studied archeology as a profession during his lifetime and was very familiar with history, especially the history of the Song, Ming and Qing Dynasties. He pondered for a moment,
Then he suddenly remembered: "Zhao Xu, isn't that Emperor Zhezong of the Northern Song Dynasty?"
In ancient times, emperors only had sacrificial titles after their death, such as "Taizu, Shenzong" and the like. The emperor did not have titles such as Song Taizu and Song Shenzong during his lifetime, and only people in the Song Dynasty would call the emperor an official!
"Song Zhezong Zhao Xu? What a fool! I really traveled to the Northern Song Dynasty, and it was in the second year of Shaosheng, that is, 1095 AD!" Leng Feng was horrified, and finally confirmed that not only did he not die after falling off the cliff,
Instead, by accident, he traveled back to the late Northern Song Dynasty, possessed a young man named Wu Zhi, and was reborn!
Leng Feng looked at his new body again and sat on the couch blankly. He was inexplicably happy and stunned at the same time. This was really a huge miracle!
"It's unbelievable, I actually traveled through time!" Although Leng Feng usually likes to read time-travel novels and time-travel dramas, he never thought that he would encounter such a situation. It was like a pie falling from the sky, among hundreds of millions of people...
It happened to hit him by luck, there is really no reason at all!
It can only be said that his life should not have been cut off. God pushed him into the abyss and at the same time gave him a door to rebirth. This is the greatest blessing among misfortunes!
Seeing his dumbfounded look, the three people in the room were helpless. The middle-aged woman and the little girl were quietly wiping their tears aside, secretly feeling sad.
Leng Feng slowly calmed down, and after thinking carefully, although his head still hurt, the extra things in his mind finally came together into a general idea, and bits and pieces of information about Wu Zhi gradually emerged in his mind.
In my mind: Wu Zhi, whose nickname is Dalang, has just been admitted as a scholar. He is seventeen years old. He has been very smart since he was a child, advocating literature and martial arts. He is a person from Wujiana Village, Qinghe County, Enzhou (Qinghe County), Hebei East Road, Song Dynasty.
His parents died young and he was raised by his second uncle's family. His second uncle was named Xiu, his aunt Qin's name was Fengniang, and they had a little daughter named Cui'e who was thirteen years old. Two days ago, Wu Zhi took the little girl with her.
E went to the back mountain to pick Ganoderma lucidum growing on an old tree. After climbing up the tree, she missed the mark and fell down from the tree. She was knocked unconscious and had been sleeping for two days and two nights. Wu Ershu Wu
The old doctor Xiu invited felt helpless after the diagnosis. He shook his head and sighed, which made the whole family of his second uncle worried about him and full of sorrow. Now that he was able to wake up, he finally saved his life.
"Wu Zhi, Wu Dalang, can't he be the guy selling cooking cakes? That's not right..." Leng Feng murmured to himself, his heart suddenly moved, and he carefully checked his whole body. In addition to his head, he still had a lot of pain, and there were some scratches on his body.
Apart from the mud, there seemed to be no other problems. So, Leng Feng quickly let go of Xiao'e, stood up from the bed, looked at himself carefully, and then looked at the second uncle of the Wu family, Wu Xiu, who was standing aside with a worried look on his face.
They found that he had a strong and slender figure, estimated to be about 1.72 meters tall (a seven-foot man in the Song Dynasty). Although his face was full of vicissitudes of life, his appearance was still dignified and handsome. Leng Feng and Wu Xiu stood side by side and compared each other before he discovered the clues.
, his height is a bit taller than the second uncle of the Wu family, because Leng Feng was only 1.8 meters tall before falling off the cliff. As an archaeological team member, he is still very keen and good at measuring a person's height. Although he can't see it
My appearance looks good, but judging from the appearance of my second uncle, I shouldn't be too bad, and my skin looks fair and fair, not that dark and ugly. I should be completely different from Wu Dalang who sells cooking cakes.
ah.
"Could it be that he has the same surname and given name?" Leng Feng finally came to his senses after being frightened and felt confident, only to find that Wu Xiu, Feng Niang and Xiao'e were looking at him in confusion, with concern beyond words.
Moved, he held Xiao'e in his arms, tightened, smiled softly and explained: "Second uncle! Auntie! Xiao'e! I'm fine! I guess I suffered a head injury and lost my memory. I was a little confused when I woke up.
, I’m fine now.” After saying that, he stretched his body to show that his body was fine.
When his second uncle Wu Xiu, his aunt Fengniang and his cousin Xiao'e heard what he said and saw his appearance, they relaxed their brows and felt the stone in their hearts fall to the ground.
"Brother Dalang was so scary just now!" Xiao'e came forward, pulled the lapel of Leng Feng's clothes, opened her crystal eyes, and returned to her playful childlike appearance.
The second uncle and aunt also smiled with relief, and slowly began to ask Leng Feng what other discomforts he had. After he answered one by one that it was nothing serious, they were completely relieved.
Leng Feng looked like he had lost his soul just now. It was so scary. Their surprise that he could wake up turned into panic. Leng Feng's explanation made them think that it was just temporary amnesia after he fell.
But little did they know that their little Wu Zhi was no longer the Xiao Wu Zhi they were familiar with before. Instead, he was replaced by a modern man named Leng Feng. His body was still there but his soul was not. Things had changed and people had changed!
Leng Feng smiled apologetically, but he didn't dare to tell the truth. Even if he had a thousand courages, he wouldn't dare to tell the truth. All this was too unbelievable! Even he himself couldn't believe it was true, let alone them. If it was revealed, they wouldn't.
If you don't believe it, you will think that he is insane and haunted by evil spirits.
They speak Hebei and Shandong Mandarin. Leng Feng learned many local dialects during his lifetime because he studied archeology. Xuzhou is also relatively close to Shandong, so the languages are similar, and everyone can understand what they say.
, can speak a little bit, but the accent is a little different. Although they felt that what Leng Feng said after waking up and his accent were a little different, after hearing his explanation, they were so happy that they had no doubts at all, nor did they.
I take it too seriously, as long as everything is fine, everything else is just a cloud.
At this time, Leng Feng realized that his stomach was "gurgling" and he had been sleeping for two days and two nights without eating or drinking. He was really hungry.
"Auntie, I'm hungry. Is there anything to eat?" Leng Feng asked Feng Niang with a smile while touching Xiao'e's head.
"Yes... yes...! You wait!" Feng Niang responded quickly, and then ran out happily.
After waiting for a while, she brought a plate of food in and put it on the table. On it were a large bowl of millet porridge and two plates of side dishes, plus a pair of chopsticks and a small spoon. It was not yet six o'clock in the morning (it was nine o'clock in the morning).
Between 11 o'clock), breakfast is also prepared at home.
Leng Feng stretched out his arms. Except for the pain in his head and some scratches on his body, he felt that there was no serious problem or discomfort elsewhere. So he let go of Xiao'e, walked to the table, sat down, picked up the chopsticks, and
Ignoring it, I ate it voraciously. After a while, I wiped away all the porridge and side dishes on the table, and then let out a long sigh of relief.
Wu Xiu, Feng Niang and Xiao'e also laughed easily when they saw how delicious Leng Feng's food was.
"Do you still want to eat?" Feng Niang asked with a smile.
"Don't eat, I'm full. Thank you, aunt! I'm going for a walk." Leng Feng bowed to Feng Niang and his second uncle, then took Xiao'e's hand and walked out slowly.
This is Leng Feng's natural reaction. Although he now occupies Wu Zhi's body and dominates Wu Zhi's thinking, Wu Zhi's movement habits have not disappeared with him. He has not forgotten the etiquette that the ancients should have, bowing to their elders.
Saluting is a common etiquette that should be followed in daily life. It is a habit. Moreover, after all, his current identity is "Wu Zhi", an ancient man, so he cannot be careless and lose etiquette.
Stepping out of the door and walking around, Leng Feng discovered that this was a small square courtyard surrounded by a bamboo fence. It was divided into two entrances. Opposite the bamboo door was the living room (front hall). The front door of the living room had a space about ten steps wide and two meters wide.
The layout of the ten-step-long Hengyuan is: front hall and back bedroom, connected by a ten-step corridor. There are also wing rooms and side rooms on both sides. There are about seven or eight rooms of different sizes, and the houses are almost formed into a "X" shape.
, the area is estimated to be more than one acre but less than two or two acres. The houses are almost made of bamboo and wood structures, with rammed earth floors, and the roofs are covered with rough tiles. The small courtyard is located on a low mountain surrounded by dense forests.
At the foot, there is a single house.
Outside the courtyard gate, there are some bamboo forests around, and there are houses vaguely hidden in the forest a dozen steps away. There is a stream running through the village fifty steps away from the door, with weeping willows planted on both sides of the stream.
In the moon, flowers and grass are blooming, and there are a few ducks playing in the creek. Across the creek is a green farmland. I don’t know what kind of crops are grown. At the end of the farmland is a hilly low mountain, with some sparse trees at the foot of the mountain.
The courtyard of the small courtyard is hidden in the dense forest, and there are shadows. Some people are walking in the distance, and you can even see the figure of a shepherd boy riding an ox. There is a bamboo and wooden bridge on the left hand side in front of the small courtyard connecting the two sides. The eyes are full of green and eye-catching.
Amidst the crowing of cocks and the barking of dogs, the whole village seemed particularly quiet and pleasant in the afternoon, creating a pastoral scene with picturesque mountains and rivers.
Xiao'e led the way in front of Leng Feng, with great interest. Sometimes she broke willow branches to tie her hat, sometimes she picked flowers and smelled them, sometimes she dipped her feet into the stream and played in the water. She jumped for joy in front of and behind him like a little lark, leading him slowly.
From the south of the village to the north of the village, and from the east to the west of the village, it took a long time for the two of them to walk around the entire village. Along the way, they met many families, and they were all surprised and said "Da Lang, Da Lang"
Called cordially, he had no choice but to nod and salute.
Based on Wu Zhi's previous consciousness, he generally had a clearer understanding of Wujiana Village. Most of the people in Wujiana Village have the surname Wu. There are about a hundred households and about four to five hundred people, most of whom are
He is engaged in farming. There is a private school in the west of the village, and all the children in the village study in this private school. The teacher is an old scholar named Wu Mingzhen, a migrant, in his fifties. There was another teacher a few years ago, that is
Wu Zhi's father, Wu Zhi, was originally a scholar. Unfortunately, he passed away due to illness nine years ago. His mother became depressed and became ill, and passed away a year later. The original place of the Wu family is not here. Their ancestors lived in Jinyang County.
He is a descendant of Yin Wuding and later moved to Kongsongzhuang in Qinghe County (today's Wujiana Village). From then on, he spread his branches and gradually became prosperous. Before the death of Wu Zhi's parents, he still had a little bit of land and his family was fairly well off.
Since his parents passed away and eight-year-old Wu Zhi was raised by his second uncle, the family began to decline gradually. In order to inherit his father's legacy of gaining fame and reviving the Wu family, the second uncle and his aunt have always gritted their teeth and insisted on sending Wu Zhi to study in a private school.
When he was young, Zhi was smart, advocating literature and martial arts, especially poetry and calligraphy. When he turned seventeen this year, he already had the status of a scholar, and was working hard towards the great cause of becoming a Jinshi. Unfortunately, he is now dead, and his body and soul are both gone.
Leng Feng took it as his own!
On the way back, when I passed by my house, I saw a small pier by the stream, with rows of stone steps extending into the stream. It was probably used as a place for washing and washing people's feet.
Leng Feng's heart moved and he walked quickly to the small dock by the stream. The stream was gurgling and the blue waves were sparkling in front of him. He found a place with calm water and stretched his head to look into the water. His reflection was reflected in the water.
His face in the water was straight and fair, with sword-shaped eyebrows and an eagle nose, which made him look very heroic! Leng Feng was stunned for a moment, and finally he was completely relieved. It turned out that Wu Dalang was quite handsome, and he was not the three-inch Ding Gu he had been thinking about in his heart.
Bark!
The stone fell in his heart, and Leng Feng slowly recovered from the shock and confusion when he just woke up, and completely relaxed himself. Although it was too unbelievable to travel to the Northern Song Dynasty, after all, he was given a new life. Although he occupied
Wu Zhi's body was a little sorry for him, but after all, it inherited his thoughts and memories, and it helped him gain a new life. It seems that things are not as bad as imagined!
When he returned home with Xiao'e, it was getting late. Leng Feng felt that his headache was getting tighter and he felt a little tired. After eating the healing soup prepared by Feng Niang, he also ate some egg porridge, so he said goodbye to Feng Niang and Xiao'e.
With a cry, under Feng Niang's concerned eyes, he returned to the dormitory and fell into a deep sleep.