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Zhao State, Handan.

Handan has always been a prosperous place. There are people coming and going on the quaint avenues, or the nobles rushing to the banquet in chariots, or the merchants who go to Beishi to buy and sell goods, or those who buy household supplies for their masters. Slaves and stewards, this world-famous capital exudes its unique charm and strong vitality, and it does not see the danger of the lonely city that made everyone in the city go crazy and desperate five years ago.

Yes, just five years ago, that is, in the 56th year of King Zhou Nan, Wang Ling, the fifth doctor of Qin State, led an army of 20 troops to attack Zhao and directly attacked Handan, the capital of Zhao.

Handan was besieged for two full years, until everyone ran out of ammunition and food, and had nowhere to go. Everyone silently hid the memories of those two years, just like time covered up the bloodstains on the moss in Handan. A period of bloody days will gradually fade in the dream.

But this does not mean that the Zhao people really forgot the pain that the Qin people brought them.

"catch him!"

"He ran away again!"

"Right, go to the right to block him!"

On the avenue, a group of half-grown children were chasing the embarrassed child in front of them. The adults around seemed to be used to this kind of scene. They avoided the child being chased intentionally or unintentionally, and put the child in an open space. They can hide everywhere, but they can only be surrounded, played and chased by the children behind them as mice.

Zhao Zheng ran and avoided in vain, and could only rest under the cover of the adult's robe, but this was only temporary.

what to do?Zhao Zheng didn't even dare to think about how he would be treated if he was caught up.

creak~

An ordinary wooden door was quietly opened a little bit.

Zhao Zheng was attracted by the sound of the wooden door opening, so he was a little distracted and looked at the door.

The strange thing is that after the door was opened a crack, there was no movement, no one came out, and it was just concealed like that, as if inviting the child who had nowhere to go on the street to come in to avoid the chase outside.

Zhao Zheng wiped his sweat and felt that he had been hallucinating from being heated under the scorching sun. How could he think of entering someone else's house without the owner's permission?He has not yet fallen to this level.

However, at the last moment when he turned his head, he saw the eyes in the crack of the door, which belonged to a pair of children's eyes, black and white, reflecting his embarrassment.

Zhao Zheng gritted his teeth, turned his head and rushed towards the crowd, using the shadows of many people to break into the undefended house.

The interior of the house is simple and clear. A large area of ​​sunlight shines through the windows on the table with various tools. Straw mats are placed squarely in the corner of the room. On the other side of the room, there is a wooden table that is as tall as a person. (cabinets), and a door leading to the tiny kitchen.

Zhao Zheng, who broke into the house, was about to cry. There was no way to hide anyone here, so he turned his head helplessly and wanted to go back outside. There was still a possibility of escape outside the house. found.

Those who chased him were all the nobles of Zhao State, and it was still right to search the house of a commoner.

But the door leading to the outdoors, just like it opened inexplicably, then closed again quietly, and the instigator was the owner of the house—a child about five years old.

"You..." What do you want? !

However, before Zhao Zheng could question him, the child had already removed the tall trellis in the corner of the room, and suddenly there was a square space behind the trellis, which was big enough for a child to hide in it.

"You hide here."

The child who was two years younger than him looked innocently at the uninvited guest who broke into other people's houses, and made Zhao Zheng swallow his questioning words.

The uninvited guest seemed to want to say something, but the loud noise outside did not give him any extra time. The seven-year-old hid in the space that was more than enough for him, and was covered by the tree.

On the contrary, the dark environment gave him a sense of security. Even if the group of bullies were only separated from him by a board, Zhao Zheng felt an indescribable sense of security.

After the sound disappeared, the two children waited for a while at the same time, and then moved the tree away after making sure that the danger was far away.

Zhao Zheng stepped out of the shadows and squinted his eyes. He was no longer in the embarrassment he had before. His thin body showed that his living conditions were not good, but there was no timidity or depression in his eyes. But at this moment when he looked at When looking at the child standing in front of him, Zhao Zheng's eyes were full of strangeness and curiosity.

But in the end, he straightened his clothes and bowed his hands to the child in front of him: "I'm Zhao Zheng, thank you for your help."

Zhao Zheng.

The five-year-old child silently recited this seemingly ordinary name in his heart for a while, but a smile appeared in his eyes, and then imitated Zhao Zheng, and returned the salute decently: "My name is fighting, Mr. Zhao!" You don't need to be too polite."

It seems very funny that two half-old children imitate adults to bow to each other, but these two little guys obviously don't think so.

Although Zhao Zheng was down and out, he was still an aristocrat. In addition to the precocity of ancient children, naturally he would not feel that there was anything wrong with it, and the other child, Dou, had a mature soul living in his body, making him really like a child. Ignorance and ignorance are what really embarrass him.

That's right, Dou is not an ordinary child, his soul comes from the modern age after 2000, and when this carpenter has no right to have a surname at all, he secretly gave himself a surname: Mo.

On the one hand, it’s because according to his mother, he got his name from a carpenter’s tool: the ink fountain—an ink string used to draw straight lines; Son, just use the surname Mo.

In fact, Mo Dou has always suspected that his father is the Mo family, otherwise how could it be such a coincidence?

For this time travel, Mo Dou is grateful. In his previous life, Lobster's cancer suddenly caught him by surprise, and he watched his body gradually wither, but time travel gave him a second life.

Although there is no cotton, no rice, no toilet, no iron pot, no TV, no mobile phone, no internet... Wait, this is tentative, because, as a time traveler, how can there be no golden finger?

Dou's golden fingers are still very powerful: Baidu, 360, Google... In short, they are all search engines that modern people know.

Relying on the advantage of being almost omniscient, Mo Dou was able to deduce bit by bit the era he lived in: the Warring States Period, even though he could not get much information as a commoner.

A dynasty full of blood and fire, a node of the end and beginning of an era.

The above is a bit of a literary statement. If you want to be more straightforward, it is an era in which people will die (emphasize) people, and an era in which many people will die (emphasize)!

Especially civilians, and of course slaves died even more tragically.

Mo Dou is lucky, although he has to face various dangers, such as disease, famine, and corvée... Although the road ahead is a bit bleak, Mo Dou still has the confidence to survive... right?

But Mo Dou's goal is not only to survive in this era, he also has another goal: to rescue his mother, Gui.

Oh, please don't be too imaginative, there are no conspiracies and tricks in the palace, and they are not that complicated.

Mo Dou's father was a carpenter, and he designed a secret room in the house with great foresight. It was this secret room that allowed a pregnant mother to survive the siege of Handan, but Mo Dou's father died in the siege of Handan. That year, in order to protect his wife and children.

Losing the head of the family, Gui could only support the family by himself, and then fell in love with a certain nobleman: the flowing water was gurgling, the clothes were being tampered with, Dongxi had a daughter, she was charmingly smiling, and her eyes were looking forward to.You have ridden a horse, fortunately to see this scene, happy to be a beautiful woman.

At that time, Mo Dou was three years old. At that time, Mo Dou was like a child in kindergarten waiting for his mother to come home. He spent the whole day with no results. In the end, Mo Dou could only grit his teeth and force himself to adapt to this strange era.

Three months later, Mo Dou finally saw Gui who had sneaked out.

Mo Dou, whose hand is not as long as a finger of an adult, is pinching the jewelry that his mother stuffed him. Mo Dou promised his mother: "Mother, please rest assured, I will take care of myself."

"It's so good, my son has always made my mother feel at ease, and my mother believes in you."

Gui gently touched Mo Dou's face, and Mo Dou rubbed Gui's palm, secretly making up his mind.

It's just the nobles of Zhao State. If Qin State's ink fountain is really nothing to do, but now it is Zhao State at the end of the Warring States Period. In Handan, there is an eternal emperor in his childhood: Qin Shihuang.

And now, the emperor was standing in front of Mo Dou, even though his name wasn't even Ying Zheng.

Feeling that I have witnessed history, it feels so wonderful, Mo Dou silently looked at it, lamenting the magic of history.

"Douzhi helps each other, politics is kept in mind, and what comes will be repaid to fight."

"Don't use it, just do it now."

"what?"

Zhao Zheng looked bewildered, while Mo Dou was serious.

Zhao Zhenglue was entangled: "There is nothing long in the political body, and I am afraid that there will be nothing to repay."

Mo Dou's eyes sparkled: "Is Mr. Zhao literate? Can you teach it to Dou?"