One of the passers-by

When Xue Yan woke up, he felt weak, dizzy, staring, stuffy nose, and burning in his throat.The surrounding voices were noisy, the air was cloudy and humid, and there was a strong pungent smell of sweat.

The crowd was chattering and didn't know what they were talking about. They noticed that Xue Yan's eyelids were trembling, and someone shouted in dialect: "Quickly call Langzhong, he has woken up."

Xue Yan listened in a daze, only to feel that the man was speaking Shaanxi dialect, but it was a bit different.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that he was in a military tent.Surrounded by soldiers in bright armor, each with black faces, long beards, and rough skin.The only person dressed as a scribe is wrapped in a gauze head, wearing a light crimson gown with a round neck and a hip, and a leather belt around the waist.Through the gaps between the shadowy soldiers, Xue Yan could still see the yellow leather quiver hanging on the wall of the military tent, with a dozen feathered arrows stuck in the quiver, and a few longbows hanging beside it. There are spears, halberds and spears on display, and all the furnishings are exactly the same as the collection of cultural relics about Da Chu's early years in the National Museum...

It's just that the things here are more dilapidated, and there are more traces of people's use.

Xue Yan licked his dry lips with some discomfort. As a crew prop master who graduated from the history department, Xue Yan was very popular among major crews because of his superb skills, seriousness and responsibility, and his family background.That's why they can stand out when selecting qualified time-traveling workers at the Huaguo Film and Television Alliance Base.

As a history lover, Xue Yan is also willing to accept this task of traveling across Dachu to collect first-hand information.But he never expected that the Huaguo Film and Television Alliance Base would be so cheating, and dare to risk his life for a hype gimmick——

What a dog!

Xue Yan rolled his eyes, but he couldn't understand what the surrounding soldiers were talking to him.The translator was inside the bracelet, and he couldn't open the bracelet and take it out in front of so many people—he would have to be burned to death as a monster.

So the only thing Xue Yan can do is to lie quietly on the bed, brightly and sadly raise a 45-degree angle to look at the dirty roof of the military camp tent... Yes, let him be amazing in the future, shocking the world , now it's just one!indivual!listen!No!Understand!big!Chu!Version!general!Pass!talk!clatter!Township!Down!guy!

The military attendant who was called by the soldiers sat beside the low couch, took out a pulse pillow that looked more and more worn out from the old rattan box, and placed it under Xue Yan's right wrist with slight movements.Ning Shen examined carefully for about half a quarter, and then switched to his left hand to examine carefully.After half a day's pulse diagnosis, I put away a piece of equipment, stroked my beard tremblingly and said: "It's nothing serious, just concentrate on recuperating for three to five days, and then you can recover."

Hearing this, all the officers and soldiers expressed their thanks one after another, their expressions were pleasant and respectful, they didn't seem to be contemptuous because of the low rank of the military officer.

It's just because the doctor's surname is Sun and his name is Zhonghe. Although he came with the army in name and his official position is humble, he is an old man when His Majesty was hiding in his residence, and he is deeply trusted by His Majesty.

It is said that when His Majesty commanded the army to fight north and south, fought bloody battles, and was seriously injured several times, it was the old doctor who rejuvenated and rescued people from the hands of Hades.Later, when His Majesty ascended the throne, he bestowed the title of Doctor of Medicine on the old imperial physician.However, this person is upright by nature and doesn't like intrigue in the Imperial Medical Office, and he feels good at diagnosis and treatment of trauma, so he asks His Majesty to order him to join the army.

In the words of later generations, this old doctor is a typical person who refuses to accept his old age and always wants to use his spare heat.

His Majesty was entangled in helplessness, and it happened that Wei Qi, the heir of the Duke of Zhenguo, was promoted to General Yunhui from the third rank because of his accumulated military exploits, and was ordered to guard Youzhou.And Wei Qi is Empress Wei's nephew, so His Majesty simply sent this old doctor who was eager to fight to Zhen Guogong's mansion, and asked him to follow Wei Qi to the north to go to work.In this way, the old doctor's enthusiasm can be absorbed, and the queen can be appeased, so that she will not worry about her nephew's safety day and night.

This time, everyone brought Xue Yan who fell into the water back to the camp, and they wanted to call a doctor to come over for a diagnosis and treatment.Unexpectedly, when Sun Zhonghe heard about this when he was applying medicine to General Wei to heal his wounds, he laughed and said, "One thing doesn't bother two masters."After checking General Wei's pulse, he told General Wei to lie in bed for three days to avoid future troubles. Without saying a word, he bandaged General Wei and followed him with a rattan suitcase.

The fair-faced Wen, who was wearing a light crimson gown with a round neck and hips, stood up with a smile and went to the old doctor's side, cupped his hands and thanked him in a low voice.He also asked the old doctor if he could prescribe a prescription, so that he could get someone to fetch the medicine and boil it.

The old doctor waved his hand and said no need, pondered for a moment, then stroked his beard and said: "The young man is in a strong body and has strong veins. If he falls into the water and is frightened, he just needs to rest. Give him light food for the past few days. The best thing in the chestnut rice porridge is It’s better to put some ginger slices to get rid of the cold. As for the medicinal soup, you don’t need to take it, after all, the medicine is three-point poison.”

The world is settled, the people's livelihood can be recuperated, the national treasury is even more empty, and the army's supplies are also very tight. Even if Youzhou is an important city in the world, it can't get rid of this situation, so it's better to save as much as you can.

Besides, with the situation of this young man, it is not necessary to take medicine.

The white-skinned civil servant in light scarlet official robe thanked him again, personally sent the man out of the tent, and ordered the young soldiers guarding outside the tent to carry the rattan box on the old doctor's back to the original place.Only then did he turn around.

At that time, Xue Yan was completely awake, staring straight at the quant of the tent with wide-eyed eyes, who asked a question without answering a word, so frightened that everyone thought that this person fell into the water and was injured and became stupid.

Someone said worriedly: "Physician Sun said that there is no need to take medicine, but don't you be stupid looking at the situation? Why don't you discuss it with old lady Sun and give me two medicines?"

The white-faced scholar glared at the person who spoke angrily, and said, "Medicine is also mixed up? The old lady Sun is very skilled in medicine, and since he said no need to take medicine, he doesn't need to take medicine. If you dare to refute old doctor Sun's doctor's order , you go and tell him yourself!"

When the man heard this, he immediately fell silent.

The fair-complexioned civil servant in the fifth-grade light scarlet official robe turned around and came back, seeing Xue Yan lying on the couch with a dazed expression on his face, his eyes were fixed, he neither spoke nor responded.In fact, I was a little uncertain.After thinking for a while, he stepped forward with a smile, and asked with a gentle smile, "My lord, Xu You, is from Xingyang. He was appointed to sign the Hebei Road Marching Code. I don't know the name of Mr. Xiaolang. Where is he? What is the so-called Youzhou? Why did you fall into the water..."

When Xue Yan saw that Xu You was wearing a light crimson official robe, he knew that he was a fifth-rank official.Seeing that he spoke very slowly and softly, as if he was afraid that he would not understand, he knew that this person was as delicate as dust, and he probably guessed the predicament of his speech impediment, and felt a little bit in his heart. points of favor.

However, the embarrassment of the language barrier cannot be changed by slowing down the speaking speed.So Xue Yan, who didn't bring a translator, was still a duck listening to thunder, and his colleagues stared at each other with big eyes.

The white-faced scholar sat beside Xue Yan's bed, and in addition to Da Chu's official dialect, he also tried Turkic, Tubo, Goguryeo and Gaochang dialect one after another, and even spoke a few words in the remote and jerky Kunlun dialect. His eyes widened and he didn't respond at all.Then I understood that this kid probably came out of some deep mountain and old forest. He couldn't understand official Chinese, otherwise he would be dumb!

Xue Yan didn't know that the person on the opposite side had already defined himself as a "suspected mute". After thinking about it, he gesticulated according to some paintings collected in the National Museum of History: "I don't understand what you said. What, do you have pens and paper here?"

Seeing that Xue Yan was motionless in a daze, everyone thought that this person had been frightened into a fool.Seeing him regaining his composure, he suddenly gesticulates.So he cheered up and even guessed.

In the end, the thick-browed, dark-faced man who dragged Xue Yan out of the water had a flash of inspiration, and said, "Does he want a pen and paper?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and the white-faced scholar in a light crimson official robe immediately ordered the soldier to bring a pen, ink, paper and inkstone to Xue Yan.

Xue Yan picked up the brush and fiddled with it curiously. Of course he knew that this was the most important tool for the inheritance of Chinese civilization.It's a pity that he can't write brush characters—let alone brush characters, people on earth after 6000 years are used to using network terminals for cultural records and communication.With the rapid evolution of this kind of technology, it is rare to even be able to write with a pen.

If he hadn't majored in history at university, and then inherited his family's education as a prop master after graduation, how could he have such an old antique.

Xue Yan was complacent, then dipped the tip of the brush with ink, and wrote crookedly on the rough jute paper in the way of pen writing: "I am Xue Yan, I don't understand what you are saying. But I Can write."

A dozen or so big heads came together, and the air was suddenly cloudy and hot.Xue Yan wrinkled his nose in disgust and fanned the wind with his hands, motioning for everyone to disperse.He wrote on the paper again: "I don't know who you are, where is this place, and what dynasty is it now?"

Everyone looked at each other again.The white-faced scholar reached out to take the Langhao brush in Xue Yan's hand.I brought it over and dipped it in ink, and wrote on the paper in a smooth manner: "I, Xu You, is from Xingyang. He was appointed to the Hebei Road Marching Code. It is now June of the first year of Dachu. I don't know who the name of Mr. Xiaolang is, and where he is from." ? Who else is in the family? What is the so-called coming to Youzhou? Why did you fall off the cliff?"

Xue Yan blinked, and squatted in front of the table, looking excitedly at the handwriting left by the white-faced scholar.I thought to myself that these are all living antiques. If I can bring them back to future generations, I don’t know how much they will be worth——

Thinking of this, Xue Yan felt certain.Resisting some careful thoughts, he continued to write crookedly on the jute paper: "I am Xue Yan."

After finishing a few strokes, I saw that my crooked handwriting was placed together with the smooth and flowing handwriting of the white-faced scholar, which was really indecent.Then he cut through the words written by the white-faced scholar, out of sight and out of mind.

Seeing Xue Yan's rather childish behavior, everyone couldn't help but smile.Hearing Xue Yan's name, the white-faced scholar couldn't help repeating it twice, frowned and said lightly: "Why do I feel that Xue Yan's name is quite familiar, as if I've heard it somewhere before."

Everyone didn't pay attention at first, but after listening to the words of the white-faced scholar, they pondered Xue Yan's name in their hearts for a while, and they all said suspiciously: "So, it seems a little familiar..."

Only the thick-browed, black-faced man who dragged Xue Yan out of the water changed his expression drastically, thinking of the bracelet on Xue Yan's wrist, he blurted out, "Do you still remember the Dalangjun of Duke Wei's family—"

Before he finished a sentence, he seemed to be scruples about something, and forcibly swallowed the rest of the words.

Everyone was surprised when they heard this.After looking at each other for a while, suppressing the suspicion in my heart, I squatted down one after another and introduced myself to Xue Yan with a pen and paper, and inquired about Xue Yan's past in various ways.

Xue Yan couldn't understand everyone's words, so naturally he didn't know how the words that everyone was talking about had any effect on him.I just picked and answered everyone's questions.When asked about the origin of the bracelet, he just said casually, "I have worn it since I was a child, and it is not a valuable thing. It must have been left to me by my relatives."

When I bowed my head to write, I naturally didn't notice the scene where everyone was looking at each other, tacit understanding.