I was a fan in ancient times [Transmigration Book]

Han was probably concentrating on driving the carriage, and did not answer Han Yi, while Han Yi was trying to balance his body. He just sat up straight with difficulty, and then the carriage shook, and he hit Yan Zheng again.

Han Yi said angrily, "Why is this road so uneven!"

Yan Zheng had no choice but to hold his shoulders to help him balance his body and said, "Zhao's road is considered good."

Han Yi was wronged, he missed the cement road and asphalt road of later generations, he looked at Yan Zheng eagerly, and when Yan Zheng ascended the throne, maybe he could...

Yan Zheng was looked at by him, if other people looked at him like this, Yan Zheng knew that the other party must have something wrong.

But when it was changed to Han Yi, he looked at Han Yi's face, silently withdrew his thoughts and asked, "What's wrong?"

Of course it is not easy for Han Yi to ask him when you will become king. After all, his becoming king means the death of Qin Zijian. Although Qin Zijian left Yan Zheng behind, he is not sure what Yan Zheng's feelings for Qin Zijian are. After all, he is his father.

Han Yi shook his head and asked, "Why are you sitting so steadily?"

Yan Zheng looked at him meaningfully and said, "You don't have enough horses."

Han Yi: Autistic!

John was driving the car outside while listening to the two of them talking nonsense, and he admired them in his heart. The pursuers were still chasing them, and they were not afraid of being nervous at all, which was extraordinary.

Han stopped at the foot of the mountain near Wangcheng, jumped out of the car and said, "Please, both of you."

Han Yi followed Yan Zheng out and asked, "Get away?"

John said: "Just temporarily, they seem to be mobilizing cavalry. In this case, I can only send two people here, and then I will lure them away."

Han Yi was stunned, what do you mean, is this making the two of them desperate?

Yan Zheng reacted very quickly: "We didn't bring anything."

John immediately said: "Go straight north along this road, there is a wooden house, everything is ready to be put in it, you two cherish it!"

After he finished speaking, he jumped into the carriage, Han Yi thought for a while and threw the jade pendant that symbolized the status of Lord Chang'an to him and said, "If those people make things difficult for you, you can show him this jade pendant."

Yan Zheng also said: "Let's say that Mr. Chang'an was held hostage by me."

Han Yi:? ? ? ?Is this sentence unnecessary?

John was also taken aback, and then gave them a big gift and said, "Thank you for saving your lives!"

Han drove away, and Han Yi suddenly realized: "He didn't even prepare a horse for us."

Yan Zheng said: "King Zhao reacted so quickly, there may have been many barriers set up on the road, and riding a horse must take the main road, it's too obvious."

Han Yi thought about it too, he turned his head and looked at the mountain in front of him and said, "So we are going to climb the mountain now, so... where is the road?"

If summer can tell where the road is based on the gaps in the bushes, now... in the winter, there are wild grass and dead trees everywhere, and it is impossible to tell where the so-called road is.

Yan Zheng looked at it for a while and found it a bit difficult, thought for a while and said: "He just said that the wooden house is in the north, we should go north, it should be easy to find."

After all, there are no luxuriant bushes blocking it, so the wooden house should be more obvious.

Han Yi naturally listened to whatever he said. Now they are basically trying to survive in the wilderness. It depends too much on luck. At this time, they must listen to the son of luck.

Han Yi raised his leg and walked away. Yan Zheng just wanted to take a step, but saw Han Yi walking in the opposite direction, and asked inexplicably, "Where are you going?"

Han Yi turned his head, looked at Yan Zheng's face and then at himself - completely opposite.

If Yan Zheng's direction is correct, then he is going to the south now, that is to say, he probably won't see that wooden house in his whole life, and he can walk back to Wangcheng by the way.

Han Yi smiled awkwardly and said, "It was too bumpy just now, and I was a little dizzy."

Yan Zheng responded, "Let's go."

Han Yi learned to be honest this time, and obediently followed Yan Zheng all the way up the mountain.

However, he originally thought that he should be able to see the wooden house soon, but the two of them walked for almost a day without seeing it.

When it was getting dark, Yan Zheng couldn't help but stop, and Han Yi, who was following behind him, panted and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yan Zheng frowned and said, "There's no problem with the direction. The path we're walking should be the path someone has walked. Why... haven't seen it yet?"

Han Yi said: "Perhaps Han chose the most secluded place to build a wooden house."

Yan Zheng turned to look at him: "Hahn mentioned it to you?"

Han Yi shook his head: "No, I'm just guessing."

Yan Zheng wondered, "Then how do you know we're not going in the wrong direction?"

Han Yi said very naturally: "I believe in you, you will not lead in the wrong direction."

Yan Zheng didn't speak after hearing this. In fact, even he himself was shaken just now, wondering if he had taken the wrong direction. Now that Han Yi said this, he suddenly regained confidence.

He nodded and said, "Okay, let's continue... But, what are you carrying?"

When he came out, he saw Han Yi carrying a big package, which didn't look light.

Han Yi struggled to follow, and gasped as he walked, he said, "Yes...it's a...fur coat, and a little gold leaf."

So it doesn’t count that he didn’t bring anything to Han just now, at least he brought money, but the road from Wangcheng to the next city is not too short. Back then, it took a long time to travel by car when they came back from South Korea. The two of them Walking on legs, I'm afraid they may not arrive in a day, so they still need the supplies that John prepared for them.

Yan Zheng glanced at the gray fur coat Han Yi was wearing and said, "It should be handed over to Han before, and let him put it directly in the wooden house."

Han Yi said: "I just remembered, this coat is not mine."

Yan Zheng's ears moved: "It's not yours?"

Han Yi said: "This fur coat was a gift from General Meng Ao. Although I don't know what it's useful for, it's just in case."

Fur coats are considered a rare commodity in this era, especially wolf furs. This kind of creature that appears in groups, even the most experienced hunters have to hunt together, and every time they lose a few lives.

Yan Zheng didn't ask any more, he didn't know much about Meng Ao, most of what he heard was from Qin Zijian.

Meng Ao is not interested in anything other than leading troops to fight. He doesn't seem like someone who cares about strangers and offers fur coats as gifts.

Seeing Han Yi's ignorance, Yan Zheng decided not to talk about the specific situation until he saw Meng Ao. Anyway, first label this person as a key observation point.

Yan Zheng heard that Han Yi's panting became more and more rapid behind him, he turned his head and stretched out his hand and said, "Give it to me, it's too heavy, so you can't walk to the wooden house."

Han Yi originally wanted to be reserved, saying that he was physically fit, but after thinking about how far he had to go, he could only slow down the speed of the two of them, so he was not polite and directly moved The package was handed to Yan Zheng.

Then he saw Yan Zheng weigh the package and said, "Well, it's not too heavy."

Han Yi's face was full of excitement, and he wanted to ask, where is it not heavy?Obviously very heavy!

But he compared the figures of him and Yan Zheng, um, forget it.

Yan Zheng was about two years younger than him, but he turned out to be taller and stronger than him. He probably lived to be a dog for his two years.

In order to save their energy, the two of them didn't talk much along the way, Yan Zheng doubted his judgment countless times, but every time Han Yi said it was all right, and in the end he was too tired, so he only said three words: "I believe you. "

As time went by, Yan Zheng became more and more anxious. If he couldn't find it, he would be even harder to find it when it got dark.

There are too many dangers in the mountains in winter, the two of them may not be able to go out!

Yan Zheng felt a little regretful for a moment, he knew it earlier and walked directly to the next city along the foot of the mountain, which was better than searching aimlessly like this.

Just when he was regretting, Han Yi patted him on the back and said, "Isn't there?"

Yan Zheng looked up and saw the outline of the wooden house faintly exposed among the tree trunks, he was relieved: "It should be."

Han Yi smiled slightly: "I said you did not bring the wrong one."

Yan Zheng also smiled and said to himself, I am not that firm myself.

That wooden house was probably the hunter's foothold. It looked very dilapidated, but in fact... it was indeed quite dilapidated. It was only a single layer of wooden boards, which basically had zero protection against the cold, but it could provide shelter from the wind.

There are indeed some salutes in the wooden house, which are very simple, a few sets of clothes, and a lot of citizenship.

Although the control of identity is not very strict in this era, it is aimed at nobles, scholar-bureaucrats and scholars. The control of ordinary civilians is relatively strict, let alone slaves.

After all, farming still requires civilians. The more people there are, the more resources there are.

Therefore, the place of belonging of the people is generally relatively strict. Basically, they will stay in the place of birth all their lives, and they will not move unless they encounter major natural disasters.

The identities that Han prepared for Han Yi and Yan Zheng were not ordinary people, but corporals, who had the lowest official positions or titles.

This identity is very common in Zhao Guo's official position system, but it can guarantee that they will not suffer because of their identity.

Of course, it depends on the faces of the two of them and the fairness of their skin. No one would believe that they are ordinary people.

Although it is said that some nobles are naturally dark, the fair ones must be nobles. After all, even ordinary people are born with fair skin, but their living standards cannot improve, and they will remain the same in the end.

Han Yi glanced at it and found that clean water and food were prepared, and the seasoning... only salt, let alone vegetables. There is no way to eat here in this weather, but there is some dried meat.

He frowned and said, "These things... are not enough to support us to Qin."

There were too few supplies, and the rice and dried meat would probably be enough for the two of them for two or three days, but the problem was that no one could say how long it would take them to arrive in Qin.

But thinking about it again, even if he had prepared everything, he wouldn't be able to take it with him. Fortunately, he brought the money, otherwise he wouldn't know how to go along the way.

Yan Zheng looked at it and said: "He prepared a lot of things, but they didn't put them here. We need to go to Changyang first."

Han Yi said, "Did he prepare something in Changyang?"

Yan Zheng nodded: "That's right, let's rest for one night first, and leave for Changyang tomorrow."

Only then did Han Yi feel relieved. He took off his fur coat and spread it on the floor with a layer of cloth. Then he called Yan Zheng to sit down and said, "Let's get something to eat first."

Yan Zheng just lit the fire, and then he looked a little at a loss while holding the clay pot.

The reason why he said that his life is not very good is that compared to his identity, in fact, he is indeed a man who does not touch the spring water. He has never been in a Dalian kitchen since he was a child, let alone cook.

Han Yi silently took the clay pot in his hand, then put the pot on the fire, poured some water into it, turned his head and asked, "Can I cook some porridge?"

Yan Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and nodded immediately.

Then he saw Han Yi skillfully washing rice and cooking porridge. The only thing he could do was cut dry meat silently on the sidelines, using the green gold sword, which made him feel a little distressed.

Han Yi sprinkled the dried meat into the pot, and the thin slices of meat were set off crystal clear by the white rice soup.

When it was almost cooked, Han Yi took a spoon and filled it up for Yan Zheng to taste and asked, "How is it? Is it salty?"

Yan Zheng was a little dazed: "It has no taste, you didn't add salt."

Han Yi:? ? ? ? ?

Is dried meat tasteless?

Shocked, he took a sip by himself and found that it was really tasteless. After a while, he remembered that salt is a very important material in this era. Because the output is small, ordinary people can barely afford it. Preserved food should be Luxury belonging to the nobility.

So dried meat is really just dried meat.

Han Yi looked at the pitifully small amount of salt that Han had prepared for them, squeezed a little bit and threw it into the pot, just trying to get a taste.

Yan Zheng sat aside and watched him busy, feeling surprisingly calm.

The previous worries seemed to have disappeared, and even if the future was uncertain, it seemed that he would no longer be uneasy.

After eating a bowl of porridge, the previous cold and exhaustion was swept away. After a simple wash, the two of them lay down on their respective beds.

Han Yi was so tired that he said in a daze, "If I don't get up tomorrow morning, please ask Wang Sunzheng to call me."

Yan Zheng responded, and then said: "Mr. Chang'an may as well call me Ah Zheng, so as not to be exposed."

Han Yi, who was about to fall asleep, suddenly came to his senses, and it took a while before he said erratically, "Ah... Ah Zheng?"

Yan Zheng responded softly, and Han Yi clutched his chest and said, "The title of Mr. Chang'an...is unnecessary."

Yan Zheng suddenly chuckled: "Then what do I call you? Cousin?"

Han Yi: ...This stalk is hard to pass, right?