The Nexus of Time and Space in Marvel

The name of the village is Hejiatun. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers. Judging from the surface environment, it is very good. However, every time there is a flood, there are always floods rushing through the dam. Therefore, local residents do not want to live here, but it makes it easier for outsiders to live there. The old He family.

It has been a hundred years since the old He family moved here. The ancestor of the first generation was named He Bingfu. He was a corps commander under Master Yongle. During the Southern Expedition, he was injured and could not join the army, so he stayed at the home of a local farmer.

After the war ended, he had no time to return to his hometown, so he had to settle down there and become the first generation ancestor of Hejia Village.

After more than a hundred years of development, the He family has been passed down for more than nine generations, with a population of more than 500 people.

There are about twenty people in the room where Wang Fang lives. In addition to the grandparents above, there are also four uncles. As for the room where he lives, after inquiring along the way, he finally understands the general idea.

My own room was a special case in the family. Due to my fierce temper, no one came to propose marriage to my mother, so she only hired a son-in-law, my father Zhang.

Wang Fang always found it strange to call his father Zhang, but he also knew that the reason was related to folk customs.

For example, if your grandmother is named He Zhou, your third aunt He Yang, etc., once you get married, you will use your husband's surname before your surname. My name is He Lian'er.

Wang Fang was very curious about this mother whom he had only met once. However, when he woke up, his mother had already left and there was no time to get to know her carefully.

It is said that my mother worked as a wet nurse in a wealthy family, which was a good job.

When talking about mother, Wang Fang's fourth brother, the little guy named Goudan, was always envious. It seemed that he wished he could replace her with his own mother.

Regarding the topic of his mother, Wang Fang did not dare to say more because he did not understand it. Several friends walked together to catch chickens and chase dogs. They walked for half an hour for a distance of just one mile.

This is a small ditch half a person wide. It is not a normal stream, but a ditch specially dug by farmers for irrigation. The water in the ditch is about half a meter deep, so it is not dangerous for a small child to enter it.

Although midsummer has passed, the weather is still hot. After a day of exposure, the water in the creek is warm and comfortable.

The little clay dolls next to them took off their clothes one by one, carefully wrapped their clothes, and placed them on the big rocks in the distance. These were considered valuable possessions. Once they were dirty, they would be beaten when they returned home.

They ran to the ditch with bare feet, plunged in hard, and most of them got stuck in the mud. They laughed and smeared mud on each other's bodies, and the clear water soon turned dim.

Wang Fang was too lazy to mess around with these little guys. He just tested the water temperature and stood far away.

Looking up and looking around, there are several fires dotted in the village not far away. The villagers are sitting together, chatting or playing chess. There are also more than ten women, large and small, embroidering various kinds of things together. of cloth.

He raised his head and looked up at the sky, where the stars were shining brightly, seemingly hanging above his head. He subconsciously raised his hand to touch it, as if he could reach out and grab it.

Now is the Ming Dynasty among the people, an era without industrial pollution and chemical fertilizers.

Staring at the sky above his head, the galaxies are magnificent and colorful. He is separated from the small mud house and standing in the pure wilderness without a trace of pollution. Wang Fang truly feels that he has traveled through time and space to this refreshing era.

"crack"

A ball of mud hit Wang Fang.

"Stinky Erzhu, don't bully my brother."

He Goudan roared angrily, and the two of them fought each other.

Wang Fang's brows turned blue when he looked at the mud balls dripping with water on his body. If he remembered correctly, this was his only clothing.

He raised his head and glanced at the little children who were soaking in the mud in the ditch, wondering if he would have to go out naked like them tomorrow.

"No, absolutely not."

He shuddered, turned around and ran away.

"Look, you beat my brother away."

"Oh, you little fool, you don't want to play anymore."

Wang Fang was too lazy to think about the flapping and fighting behind him, and continued to follow the field ridge, looking at each scene.

The paddy fields here resemble the rice fields of later generations, but are much sparser. After the sparse rice fields are harvested, foot-high rice stubbles are left standing straight in the ground.

Next to it are dozens of large and small stacks of rice straw. After drying, these can be used to make beds, light fires, and even if the roof leaks, they can also temporarily protect against wind and rain.

As I walked, I inadvertently reached the end of the field. This was a mountainous area, and it was also the mountainous area where I disappeared a few days ago.

At this moment, Wang Fang's mind has completely integrated into Tiedan's identity. After all, it is a body that is completely controlled by him, leaving no trace of Tiedan.

He raised his palms to pluck the branches in front of him, trying to break off a handy stick, but heard a loud noise behind him.

"Look, look, I'm right, I lost my soul, and I came here to find it."

Recently, Wang Fang was disgusted with the topic of souls. He shuddered when he heard it. When he turned around, he saw more than a dozen figures under the densely packed torches.

Among them is the figure of his second uncle and fourth uncle.

"A five-year-old kid who keeps running into the woods with nothing to do is either losing his soul or something.

This kid must have known that his soul was lost in this wilderness, so he kept running here. "

The goddess in red clothes was talking nonchalantly, and the mother, who always had a fiery temper, shivered in fear: "That's not right, my child has never been here before."

Seeing that the host didn't believe it, the goddess said even more fiercely: "The child has never been here. Maybe you have been here when you were pregnant with the child, or his father has been here. This child was not stupid on the first day. There are hundreds of people in the village, big and small." There is a child, I don’t know who became stupid and when. Look, the child’s father must have been here and lost the child’s soul.

Let me tell you, this child's soul is not a person's business. Think about it, a woman can only have a child if she has a man. What does this mean? It means that the child's soul is brought by the man."

The goddess kept talking nonstop, and the surrounding villagers looked at her with awe.

Seeing that everyone had been persuaded by the goddess, a charming voice sounded: "Why has the soul lost its soul? I see, this child is born to be stupid. Even if he finds the soul, he will not get better."

"Third aunt, I think it's better not to treat this stupid disease. I've spent so much money on it and it won't get better."

Third Aunt He Yang opened her mouth with a smile and looked at her with deep contempt.

"Go to hell with your mother. You don't have to worry about our Lao He family's affairs. If you have any bad habits, go back to your mother's house and commit them. Don't dirty the facade of our Lao He family."

The mother, He Lian'er, rushed over with a cry. Even though her temper had improved a lot over the years, she did not allow others to talk about her child. The two of them were fighting each other, swearing and swearing constantly.

The nearby tribesmen wanted to stop him, but because of his status as a man, they did not dare to intervene.

Wang Fang watched the fight with great interest and stepped forward to help from time to time. Being a child had its own advantages. At least he didn't have to pay attention to the issue of men and women watching.

"Okay, stop arguing, we'll talk about this later."

The second uncle yelled, and said to the goddess with a livid face: "Please prepare for the ritual. I will discuss it when I get home."

There was already a hint of evasion in these words. The goddess was a little anxious and pulled the second uncle's sleeves and said: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious. From the second uncle's family, you go back and talk carefully. There is no need for large-scale rituals, just medium-sized ones. I Seeing how quickly this child moves, I guess he will be fine in a day and a half." See more prestige official account: hhxs665