Chapter 1 A.D. 1042
Somewhere in the south of the Yangtze River - Song Amusement City.
One morning in midsummer.
Zhao Ze, a cleaner, a repairman and an electrician, swaggered out of the city gate with a bucket hat, a fishing net, and a slipper. He came to the moat and looked at the coke bottles, packaging paper, cans, plush toys, bamboo chopsticks floating on the water...
These indispensable things in the moat almost every day, sighed numbly, and then rowed the boat and began the routine cleaning work.
The moat is 30 meters wide and two meters deep. Because the bottom of the water has been full of water grass for a long time, coupled with deposited mud, the water depth is less than one and a half meters. Despite this, Zhao Ze will not be stupid enough to risk his life to jump into the water to carry forward the spirit of the iron man, unless there are good things in the water, but such things are not often encountered, every At most once or twice a month.
The calendar just turned over a page yesterday. In this way, good luck is coming again.
Zhao Ze rowed his boat to the middle of the river. While fishing for the floating objects on the water, he slowly approached the suspension bridge connecting the city gate. After putting down the fishing net, he picked up the bamboo pole and went into the water. He slowly separated the water grass near the suspension bridge. He stared at the water with his eyes and said in his heart that he hoped that the Buddha would bless and Taishang Laojun would show his spirit. If you are lucky, you have to pick up a watch.
In this way, he can get together and go hiking with his girlfriend.
Maybe he got up too early, or maybe it was not a good time yet. Zhao Ze didn't find it after fishing for a long time. After losing his loss, he was about to turn the bow and return to the shore. Inadvertently, the afterglow of his eyes swept into the water not far from the suspension bridge. Something was shining.
The wooden boat slowly approached the glowing place. Judging from the water, the glowing thing should be hanging on the water grass, and it is estimated that it is one meter more away from the water surface.
Before leaning around to find something in the water, Zhao Ze looked around and saw that there was no one. Then he lay on the port of the boat at ease, stretched out a hand to immerse himself in the water, and desperately reached the thing. However, after several attempts, Zhao Ze found that it was always a little worse. If he hadn't been worried about falling into the water, he would have really got it.
Thinking about this, Zhao Ze was cruel, held his breath, plunged half of his body into the water along the port of the boat, and grabbed the glowing thing...
Unexpectedly, the force was too strong, and the whole person slipped into the water.
...
The taste of water in the moat is not as good as that of spring water. Zhao Ze didn't wait to see it clearly after catching it, so he kept swimming to the water for a moment.
According to common sense, Zhao Ze should have surfaced the water at this time, but he was still at the bottom of the water after swimming for a long time...
Time flowed through his fingers minute by second. Zhao Ze became more and more panicked and tried his best to row the water. He didn't want to die here cowardly. Even if he had to die, he had to die in his wife's arms, but he will eventually die. Sooner or later, it's just horizontal and vertically. The place will not be chosen by you.
...
There is wind in my ears and water around me. The sky is above, the earth is below, and Zhao Ze is in the middle.
Where is this? If we look down from the air, we can be sure that he is still on the earth, the blue planet that everyone is familiar with in the universe.
Then let's keep pushing the lens forward and moving in again until the focal length is aimed at a corner of an ancient country, an inconspicuous town - Taocheng Town.
Zhao Ze clearly remembers that when he was struggling on his death, there was a flash in front of him, just a flash, just a flash in an instant. He came here lightly, a strange and a little familiar place. Although the people around him looked like Han people and spoken Chinese, they were more or less heard in his ears. It's awkward. And those people are also awkward to wear local clothes, short robes, jackets, jackets, shirts, clips, and a grain bag tied around their waist - in fact, it is not a grain bag, that is called a belt, the standard dress of ordinary people in that era.
If Zhao Ze hadn't worked in Amusement City, he really wouldn't have recognized these clothes.
But all this happened too suddenly and too fast. It was in the water just now, and now it will be on land. Zhao Ze's head can't turn around for a while.
"Am I dreaming?" Zhao Ze slapped himself in the face.
"Wake up, wake up..."
The more slap in the face, the louder it is. I really think that I'm in a dream, but as for whether to put this down in the dream or not, when Zhao Ze slapped himself in the face, it would be strange that pedestrians who come and go didn't treat Zhao Ze as a psychopath if he was not in the alley on the corner of the street.
The face was a little numb, and the corners of the mouth were bleeding. Everything in front of him was unreal, but it was real.
"Damn, I'm so sleepy that I can't get out. Is it retribution?"
Thinking of this, Zhao Ze remembered that he was often nightmaresed when he was a child. Is it the same this time? As soon as he remembered this, Zhao Ze's heart was cold, and his eyes suddenly lost their luster.
Being nightmared can be big or small. It's nothing if it's small. After a while, the body will naturally regain consciousness. But if it's big, it's not easy to say. It's serious like Zhao Ze at present. He doesn't even know that he has 'dead' once.
"I said, this little brother, little brother..."
A strange voice came from behind him, which temporarily brought Zhao Ze's brain back to the world. He turned around and found a ragged man sitting on the ground cross-legged, with his back against a green brick wall and a broken bowl in front of him.
"You call me little brother?" Zhao Ze looked at the man puzzledly and guessed that the eighth floor was a beggar, otherwise he would not be unkempt and untily dressed.
"Yes, I'm calling you," the beggar replied.
"What's the matter with me? I don't have money to give it to you." Zhao Ze subconsciously wiped his nose and took a step back. The smell of the beggar made him uncomfortable.
"Small... Brother, you... You are a newcomer. There is a saying that the land is good. There are rules and family laws. Although my old Liu can't read, he also knows that he should not take advantage of the danger of others. Although you came half an hour earlier than me, the Guanyin Temple in Taocheng Town is my Lao Liu's territory. You may not know this. I don't blame you, but don't disturb my business. Ah, you big living man crossed his waist to that pinch, and he was still muttering. The lady, lady and maid who came here were scared away by you. What do you think you should do?" The beggar said to Zhao Ze with his eyes.
"What's that? What's disturbing your business? The road is so wide. It's my freedom for me to stand. You can't care." Zhao Ze, who was already upset, immediately roared when he heard the beggar's voice so rude.
"Ah, grandpa, I praise you before I call you the little brother. You don't pee and take care of yourself. What kind of virtue do you dare to yell at Master Liu..." The old beggar was also the owner of the fire. In anger, he smashed the broken bowl to support his family.
After Zhao Ze roared, he was looking elsewhere. He didn't notice that the old beggar would react so much, let alone someone would throw things at him.
The broken bowl flew up, 'Bing...' It hit Zhao Ze's head, and a faint feeling of weakness spread all over his body in an instant. Zhao Ze shook it twice and almost fell down. With his hand, his back of his head was swollen and cut a cut. The blood flowed to his neck and his back was wet.
"Ah, you are immortal, I'll fight with you." Zhao Ze suddenly became furious and rushed to the old beggar who had just got up from the ground.
In the blink of an eye, an old man, a young man and two beggars fought together.
Zhao Ze pulled the old beggar's hair, and the old beggar hugged Zhao Ze's thigh. The two of them punched me and fought hard in the alley next to the Guanyin Temple.
As the saying goes: boxing is afraid of being young and strong, and punching the master to death.
Even if the old beggar used to be the master of the beggar gang, after all, he was unforgiving and old and weak, not to mention that he was originally a piece of cloth. The first opportunity was occupied by others, and he was dragged on the ground by Zhao Ze for seven or eight rounds. His strength had long been exhausted. The old beggar thought in his heart that he could not pick up anything if he fought again. Yi, it's better to beg for mercy as soon as possible and return the secret people's things by the way. Maybe there is room for peace and handshake.
Thinking of the old beggar begging for mercy with a crying voice, he said, "Little brother, don't fight, brother, spare my life. From today on, this is your territory in Guanyin Temple. And when the little brother was asleep before, I touched a handkerchief from the little brother's hand. Now the thing is returned to the original owner. Please spare my life..."
After a fist, Zhao Ze's anger was about to subside. After pushing the old beggar away, he stared at him and wanted to know what else he was going to play.
The old beggar's hair was torn off, his face was swollen, and his teeth moved, but it's nothing. It's just a home-cooked meal. After a little tidying out, the old beggar took out a handkerchief from his arms. It looked extremely thin, and it was even smooth and greasy. Even the silk was not less than one-thousandth. After a few times, he reluctantly handed it to Zhao Ze.
"This is yours, isn't it? Give it back to you. Please forgive the little one." The old beggar handed over the handkerchief to Zhao Ze and flashed to the side of the road.
Zhao Ze took the handkerchief doubtfully and thought to himself, "My handkerchief? When did I wear a handkerchief... Is it? This touch, this texture, so familiar"
The moment his finger touched the handkerchief, Zhao Ze quickly spelled out a picture after entering the water in his head. At this time, he suddenly woke up, "Is this the glowing thing in the water?"
Zhao Ze still didn't believe it. He thought how could a rotten handkerchief shine? Was it dropped by the old guy? He glanced at the old beggar angrily and then at the handkerchief. There was nothing on it, but the strange thing happened the moment his finger touched the handkerchief.
A line of clear handwriting suddenly appeared on the originally empty handkerchief. Zhao Ze was surprised and hurriedly flashed under the old tree to look at it. He couldn't help but be frightened.
In the scorching sun, there was a sound next to the Guanyin Temple, and everything around him seemed to be unable to interfere with Zhao Ze. At this moment, he was completely immersed in reading through the words on the handkerchief.
Zhao Ze frowned slightly, and then gradually smiled. After three or five times, he finished reading the handkerchief and put it in his arms.
Although the old beggar was illiterate, he also knew what had just happened. He stood three steps away from Zhao Ze in surprise, beating a drum in his heart and ready to escape at any time.
"Oh... God's will makes fun of people!" Zhao Ze took a long breath.
To ask Zhao Ze why he said such a sentence, there is a reason. It turned out that a hyperspace transmission test in parallel space was being carried out in a highly confidential underground base in the western desert. The object of the test was the luminous handkerchief that could detect the surrounding environment.
The original plan coordinates were set in the mountain near the amusement city where Zhao Ze worked. Unexpectedly, there was a little deviation and fell into the moat. Next, it was held in Zhao Ze's hand. Next, the matter was even bigger. The scientists in the base almost had a cerebral hemorrhage.
That is, after the handkerchief fell into the moat, the supercomputer automatically adjusted the spatial coordinates and accidentally sent Zhao Ze to the Northern Song Dynasty in 1042, that is, the second year of the Qing calendar. At that time, the emperor was Zhao Zhen of Renzong.
Zhao Ze is lucky, but he can't be lucky to live in the present. He can only be lucky to live in the past.
The handkerchief was the only channel for Zhao Ze to communicate with his era. After reading it, the handwriting on it disappeared, but he finally had a little heart about what was going to happen in the future.
There is a point that Zhao Ze is very clear that his situation is dangerous and safe. It sounds like the contradiction is actually true.
Judging from the information displayed on the handkerchief, he was the only person who returned to ancient times in the experimental project. In order not to affect the course of history, the first task Zhao Ze got was to stand by in place and wait for instructions from his superiors.
Nevertheless, Zhao Ze is not a fool.
In order to live well, Zhao Ze secretly made up his mind that he must let go of the burden, emancipate his mind, seek truth from facts, and live the second half of his life with an optimistic attitude.