Chapter 1 Back to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty

Today, Jia Rong returned to his place of residence after work from the company as usual. Jia Rong was a company security guard. He was 22 years old. He had just retired from the army and became the company's security guard after being introduced by someone.

He lives a cycle of life every day. He is boring and often scolded by his boss. As a veteran, it is not easy to have such a job. Although he often laments that life is not ambitious, all he can do is sigh.

In the 21st century, where college students are everywhere, the difficulty of finding a job can be imagined.

Suddenly, he found that the surrounding environment was not right. There was no old woman who used to sell fruit nearby, and the old beggar in front of the dormitory building also disappeared. Everything was so quiet and full of strangeness...

The road ahead became weeded, revealing a sense of desolation.

He looked up and looked forward and saw an old man waving his hoe to plough the land in the distance.

Jia Rong looked at the surrounding environment as he walked. For about a quarter of an hour, he came to the old man and looked at his thin and thin figure, as if a gust of wind could blow him down. What's more strange is that he was wearing clothes that were incompatible with modern personality.

He is used to all kinds of fashionable and strange clothes in modern times. He also feels that it is not strange. He just thinks that an old man wears so strangely, but Jia Rong doesn't think much about it.

Jia Rong respectfully asked the old man, "Old uncle, where is this?"

The old man kept looking at Jia Rong with his turbid and wise eyes, and his surprise flashed away. He said for a long time, "I don't know where the prince comes from? Where are you going?"

Jia Rong listened to his tone like reading classical Chinese and felt very awkward.

But Jia Rong still understood the old man's words, but he did not answer the old man's questions. The habit he had developed for many years told him that he should not tell the strange old man where he came from. Jia Rong continued to ask, "Old uncle, where is this?"

The old man did not ask, but still looked at Jia Rong with strange eyes and said, "Sir, this is Hechi County, Wuwei County, Xiliang. I don't know what you have?"

Jia Rong scratched his head and showed a confused expression. He didn't know why he came here. He clearly remembered that he was walking to the dormitory. How could he come to Xiliang? Besides, there is no Xiliang near where he lives, and the old man doesn't seem to be lying.

Look at the old man's clothes, wearing a coarse cloth robe, and I don't know what kind of thing he is wearing on his head. At first, I didn't think much about it. As soon as I contacted the old man's words, plus the old man's clothes.

"Did you travel through time by yourself?" But Jia Rong couldn't accept such a strange thing and asked tentatively, "I don't know which crew you are from?" The old man showed confused eyes: "I don't know what the so-called shooting crew is? The little old man has never heard of it!"

Jia Rong asked, "So what year is it?"

The old man said without thinking, "Light and five years."

Light and? Five years of light? What do you mean? At this moment, Jia Rong realized that he had really traveled through time, and such an oolong thing happened to him.

So Jia Rong asked in the old man's tone, "I don't know what dynasty it is now?"

The old man looked at Jia Rong puzzledly and said, "Big man."

Dahan Guanghe five years? After thinking about it carefully, Jia Rong had a big head for a while and knew that he had come to the Han Dynasty, and it was the most chaotic era in ancient times.

The fifth year of Guanghe is 182 A.D. and 182 A.D. It is only two years away from the Yellow Turban Rebellion in history. Is it God playing tricks on himself?

Thinking of the novels I read in the past, the protagonist traveled to ancient times, the tiger's body was shocked, the followers gathered, and the famous ministers and generals flocked to him.

In the eyes of my heart, Jia Rong is a hundred people who don't want to come to this era. He would rather be a Taiping dog than a chaotic person. Even in the future world, Jia Rong is just a little security guard who can only make a living.

Jia Rong usually likes to play games such as the Three Kingdoms. He is very proficient in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms and the heroes of the Three Kingdoms. He has even read the Romance of the Three Kingdoms several times, and he is also familiar with the Three Kingdoms. But if you are familiar with it, even if you know history, it is possible that the records in history books are untrue. What's more, I'm still the little butterfly that changed history.

Jia Rong thought for a moment and said, "Uncle, my entourage and I got lost on the way to visit our relatives and begged my uncle to take me in for a few days." The most urgent thing is to find a place to live.

The old man showed his original look, "I don't know the prince's name?"

Jia Rong said, "I'm sorry, my surname is Jia."

The old man looked at Jia Rong again and felt that although he was dressed strangely, his hairstyle was more nonsensical, and what he said was strange, but he was also a talented person, not like a bad person, so he nodded and agreed to Jia Rong's request.

The ancients were hospitable, and Jia Rong breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words.

Jia Rong arched his hand and asked, "Thank you, uncle! Don't you know my uncle's name?"

The old man waved his hand and said, "It's just a hand. You don't have to worry about it. The little old man's surname is Li Mingwang. It's getting late. Let's go back early. Old Li walked in front of him, and Jia Rong followed him, bowing his head and thinking.

I had nothing to say all the way to Mr. Li's residence. The village looked very dilapid and sparsely lived in several families. Several children were playing in front of the village and saw the old man Li saying hello: Grandpa is good. They live in houses built with thatched grass, as if a gust of wind can blow it. There is a thin horse tied in front of the old man's door, with a stone pier, which is simple but neat. The old man said, "The humble house is simple, and I'm neglecting you."

Jia Rong hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I'm already embarrassed to disturb my uncle. Why do you neglect me? I'm very casual and not so particular about it."

Old Li smiled and said nothing.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw an old woman in the same coarse linen clothes busy living in the room and raised her head when she heard the sound of walking. Seeing Jia Rong behind Old Li, he asked with a questioning look, "Is he?"

Old Li said: The young man lost his family visit. I met him at the edge of the field, so I brought him back.

The old woman nodded and said, "Mr. Please sit down. I'll pour water."

Jia Rong hurriedly said, "Thank you, aunt."

The old woman scratched her head and said, "Old aunt? What is it?"

Jia Rong was speechlessly speechlessly for a moment and said, "The "old aunt" is the name for the elderly woman in my hometown."

The old woman shook her head and nodded again. She seemed to understand, but she didn't say anything and went to pour water.

At this time, Jia Rong had time to look at a square table in the house. The erosion of the years made it potholed; a few simple benches. Although the sparrow is small, it also has all the internal organs. The room is also divided into three rooms. Although it is dilapidated, it is very neat, showing the simplicity of the villagers

At this time, a girl came out of the next house. She was twenty-eight years old, with beautiful eyebrows and good figure. It was hard to imagine such a beautiful girl in such a poor village. Jia Rong looked at her distractedly. At this time, the old man pointed to Jia Rong and said, "This is Mr. Jia." He said to the girl, "This is my daughter. Just call her Xiuer."

The girl saluted and said, "Mr. Jia."

Jia Rong arched his hand and said, "Miss Xiuer, you're welcome. I'm older than you. Just call me Brother Jia. Jia Rong didn't know what the ancient rules were, so he said it casually.

Xiao Cui blushed and said, "Brother Jia."

Jia Rong saw Xiuer's expression and asked, "Xiuer, are you uncomfortable? Why is your face so red?"

Xiuer hesitated and didn't say why.

After a while, the old woman came from the kitchen with a bowl of tea. Seeing Jia Rong still standing in the house, she hurriedly said, "Sir, please sit down. The family is poor and there is nothing to entertain the prince. I hope you won't be surprised."

Jia Rong hurriedly said, "Auntie is so polite."

At this time, the old woman looked at Old Li and asked, "What's for dinner tonight?"

Old Li looked at Jia Rong and said, "It's not easy to have a guest at home. Kill the chicken at home."

The old woman's mouth moved, but she didn't say anything.

Jia Rong, who is good at observing words and colors, hurriedly said, "No, I've been running all the way. I just want to eat something light, not so troublesome. Just make some of the food you usually eat. I'm not picky about food.

Old Li did not object. He nodded and motioned to the old woman to cook.

Old man Li looked at Jia Rong's clothes and said, "The prince's clothes are out of line with ours. In order to avoid the trouble of going out, I'll find my clothes when I was young to wear with the prince."

Jia Rong nodded and said, "Well, okay, it's still my uncle's thoughtful."

After a while, Xiuer took out a dress of old man Li when he was young from the next room.

Jia Rong went inside and changed into Mr. Li's clothes and then came to the guest hall. Mr. Li took a look and said, "Yes, it's just that there is something wrong with your hair. It's short and looks very awkward."

There is no need for Mr. Li to say that Jia Rong himself realized it, because Mr. Li's daughter Xiuer came out of the house and kept staring at his head as if there was a monkey on it.

Since he has returned to ancient times, Jia Rong is also ready to accumulate hair and adapt to the living habits of ancient times. The natural selection is the survival of the fittest!

I sat in the house with Mr. Li for a while and talked about the old man's life and the current situation in Xiliang.

Although Old Li's answer is very one-sided and simple, Jia Rong can still feel the current situation of Xiliang from her lines, which is a word - "ranic"!

In about a quarter of an hour, dinner is ready. Two self-grown vegetables, four bowls of porridge, and a few steamed buns. It made Jia Rong feel the simple rural life.

To be honest, Jia Rong didn't have enough dinner, but she was embarrassed to eat more. She lied that she had a small amount of food. In fact, she was famous for having a large amount of food.

After dinner, Jia Rong came to the next room with Old Li to rest.

Lying on **, thinking about what happened today, Jia Rong had a feeling like in a dream.

How did I come to ancient times? How should I live in the future? What will happen to my future? A series of problems constantly haunt Jia Rong.

Now it is 182 A.D., only two years after the Yellow Turban Uprising. What will happen to me in these two years?

Although he is a time traveler and has a certain advantage, he is also a three-no person (no right, no money and no reputation). Jia Rong is a person who can do whatever he wants. After thinking about it for a while, he doesn't think about it.

Since it comes, it's safe. There's no need to think about those things that you can't figure out. With this thought, Jia Rong fell asleep peacefully.

In the dream, Jia Rong dreamed that he was like the time-travel protagonist of many novels, Wang Ba was angry, submitted to the four directions, woke up to the power of the world, and lay drunk on the knees of the beauty...