Dragon map of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 1 Survival is a big deal
Han, Zhongping four years.

cold winter.

This is the weather in the twelfth lunar month. Between the sky and the earth, the wind is rustling, the snow is fluttering, and under the cold wind, there is a wonderful white snow scene everywhere.

Nanyang County, the largest county in the Han Dynasty.

Mushroom Hill.

This mountain is not steep, as its name suggests, it is shaped like a mushroom, and it looks a little flat from a distance, but the location here is a bit hidden, sandwiched between the left, right, front and back mountains, far away from the official road, it is not easy to be found .

Looking at the big map of Nanyang County, this is a very ordinary mountain located between Wuyin City and Duyang City. The east side of the mountain is almost close to Runan County.

The mountainside of Mushroom Mountain is a flat slope, and above the flat slope is a relatively open residential area.

This row of wooden houses is not so much a residential house as a slum. They are all simple houses built with trees on the mountain and covered with some straw. They can barely accommodate people and cannot keep out the cold. Under the snow, the sound of someone trembling can be heard.

But this area of ​​residential buildings stretches from the east to the west of the mountainside, and there are more than 400 households living in it. There are more than 500 people in total, which is more than the population of a bustling and lively town. It has already caught up with some The population of border cities.

However, most of these people are old and weak women and children, and there are less than 300 adult men. No matter how they are dressed, every adult man will wear a very iconic yellow silk strip around his neck.

In the most central position of the townhouses, there is a relatively complete house built with earth and rocks, covered with tile roofs, and a plaque on the main hall - Zhonglie Hall.

After dark.

The snow in the sky gradually stopped, but the mountain dwelling covered by light snow shone with vivid light, shining under the dark sky.

The night was shrouded in darkness, and the mountain was very quiet, only the light of an oil lamp in the Zhonglie Hall swayed in the majesty, and the faint light reflected the five big square faces kneeling in the Zhonglie Hall.

These five men are all middle-aged and powerful men.

The leader is about 40 years old, eight feet tall, bearded, powerful, with yellow silk around his neck, eyes like copper bells, and a scar like a centipede climbing on his left face. , it will make people inexplicably feel a vicious breath blowing towards their faces.

He knelt and sat at the head of the bamboo mat. On his left and right sides, there were two people kneeling on each side. In the middle was an ordinary desk. On the desk was an oil lamp. The light flickered and flickered in the slight crosswind.

The five of them stared at the oil lamp, their thoughts groaned, and they were silent for a long time.

The leading man with the scar raised his head, swept his eyes, looked at the four people around him, and said heavily: "Uncle Wang died today, he starved to death alive, if this continues, the old people and children on the mountain may not even We don’t have to eat the bark, we have to think of a way, if we can’t find any more food, we may all starve to death on the mountain this year!”

"Master, now Zhang Zi's soldiers are chasing us all over the world, and they want to take our heads to the court to claim credit. If we go down the mountain at this time, we will inevitably be chased by officers and soldiers. Why don't we go and seek refuge with Liu Qushuai in Runan? !"

The man sitting on the left, his name is Cheng Luo, his style name is Zideng, he looks like he is in his early 30s, he has a beautiful beard on his chin, he looks a little gentle, and he has read the basic books of sages. After a long silence, he said in a low voice
"Silly boy, take refuge with Liu Pi, are you out of your mind?"

The man sitting next to Cheng Luo was Kong Wuli, whose name was Lei Gong. His voice was as loud as thunder, and his temper was very irritable. Looking at the downfall of our Nanyang Yellow Turban, don't say he won't take us in, even if he would, we can't rely on him!"

"Lei Dazui, now we have nowhere to go, the government is chasing us, there is not even a morsel of food on the mountain, he is the closest to us, only he has food to help us, we don't go to him, whoever we go to, don't fuck It's useless to say that, if you have the ability to make more than 1000 people survive, I will listen to you!"

Cheng Luo also got a little angry, he squinted at Lei Gong, and said coldly.

"Hmph, even if I die of starvation, I won't take refuge with that villain Liu Pi!"

"What time is it now, can dignity be compared to feeding the people on the mountain?"

"I don't agree with it anyway!"

"If you don't agree, go find food yourself!"

"Look for it!"

"..."

The two big men were arguing like this, and the two older men sitting next to them couldn't help but look at each other and smile inexplicably. They couldn't say who was right or who was wrong, but life had pushed them to this point .

"Stop arguing, all of you!"

One of the oldest men is already in his early fifties, his temples are covered with white hair, his name is Zhang Gu, he is quite majestic, once he opened his mouth, Cheng Luo and Lei Gong kept silent, but their eyes seemed to be like those of a bullfighting bull Look at each other.

"Master, what do you think of this matter, whether to seek refuge with Liu Pi, or to stay in Nanyang, we are all up to you!"

Zhang Gu turned his head, looked at the man with the scar, and said in a deep voice.

"If Liu Pi is willing to take us in, so what if I kneel down and beg him to take us in, but Liu Pi and Gong Du didn't want to save Shuai Qu, so I'm afraid they wouldn't take us in, the remnants of Nanyang!"

The man with the scar is very tall. His name is Mushan. In the characters, he is less than 40 years old this year, but he looks a little old. The centipede scar on his face is ferocious, and the evil spirit on his body is leaking. He is good at using a hammer. Few people can stop his three-hammer power. Nicknamed Mu Sanhammer, he was a fierce general of Nanyang Yellow Turban back then, and now he is also the boss of more than 500 people on Mushroom Mountain.

When he opened his mouth like this, several people were suddenly a little downcast.

"But no matter what, in order for the people on the mountain to have a chance to live, we must give it a try!"

He deliberated for a long time, and said: "Zideng, you will go to Runan as soon as possible tomorrow morning to meet Liu Pi and Gong Du, put your posture first, test them, and see if they can do it. Take out some food and help us!"

"promise!"

Cheng Luo has read a little, he is a scholar from a poor family, and now he is also Mushan's think tank, he nodded in agreement.

"But even so, we can't put all our hopes on Liu Pi and Gong Du. We should think about other ways out!" Mu Shan sighed and said, "There are more than 500 people on the mountain. If you live for three to five days, you must find food!"

"Master, why don't we attack Wuyin City, I heard that there is a grain depot in Wuyin City!"

Lei Gong said.

"Lei Gong, today is different from the past. When Qu Shuai was here, we could fight Wancheng without any problem, but now we only have a few hundred people who can fight, and there are very few weapons. Yin?"

Zhao Ping, who was silent, spoke. Although he was a little younger than Zhang Gu, he was still in his fifties. His eyes were flickering. Although he was usually calm, he was cautious. Everyone respected him. He said in a cold voice: "Wuyin is a big city. Not counting the private soldiers of the family, there are at least a thousand county soldiers guarding the county government alone!"

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, we can't starve to death!"

"Nanyang Grand Administrator Zhang Zi is cruel and ruthless. He may wish for us to send troops now. Once we send troops, he has figured out our position. I am afraid that Nanyang County soldiers will arrive in an instant, and we will surely die by then!"

"All right!"

Listening to their quarrel, Mu Shan's mind was clouded. He waved his hands and said, "I'll think about the attack on Wuyin City first. Now that it's getting late, let's all go and have a good rest!"

"promise!"

The discussion meeting on Mushroom Hill dissipated.

Mu Shan also dragged his tired body back to a small courtyard of his own. This small courtyard is behind the Zhonglie Hall and is surrounded by a half-person-high fence. There is only a small wooden house.

He groped in the dark, followed the light reflected by the snow outside, walked in, looked at the young man trembling in the cold on the bed, his tiger eyes were a little soft.

Nowadays, there are no quilts that can keep out the cold in the mountains. It is a blessing for every household to have a piece of worn cloth as a quilt. It is not very cold here in Nanyang, but in this twelfth lunar month season, there is no food, no quilts, freezing to death and starving There are countless dead.

"Jing'er, don't worry, no matter what, Dad will definitely find the food!"

Mu Shan clenched his fists, muttered something to himself, then put his thin gray coat with patches on the young man, and walked out.

After he left, the boy lying on the wooden bed suddenly opened a pair of bright eyes.

Under the light reflected by the white snow outside the window, the outline of the boy's face was reflected. He looked about eleven or twelve years old, with fair complexion, regular facial features, very delicate, a little childish.

"The fourth year of Zhongping, which is 187 A.D. in history, the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty. It was such a great era. The price I paid for stepping on it is too surprising!"

The boy's whispered sigh seemed to be nostalgic for some past events.

The boy's name is Mujing, the only son of Mushan, the head of Mushroom Mountain. He is 12 years old. He may be just a very ordinary bandit boy, but at the same time, he is also a very special person to this world.

What's special about him is that it was three days ago.

Three days ago, in a far, far distant time and space, a talented businessman named Mu Longtu started from scratch, less than [-], with a net worth of tens of billions, young and rich, and dominated the business world, but because of an accidental murder, he became a wanted man. The criminal was chased by the police to an unknown mountain peak, stepped on the air, fell off the cliff and died.

then……

There is no more, Mu Longtu died, and Mu Jing, who froze to death in the cold, was reborn, and he became the young master of Mushroom Mountain today, a little bandit.

This is crossing.

The soul travels through time and space, from the 21st century back to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty more than 800 years ago.

Maybe it was because he had too much resentment when he fell down the mountain, and God was unwilling to accept him, so he became a little wandering spirit in the fourth year of Zhongping in the Han Dynasty.

It has been a full three days since he came to this world, and he has already adapted to this body, to the majestic, silent and responsible man being his father, to the miserable life of not having enough to eat and not to wear.

In three days, he knew enough about the events and people of this era.

In the fourth year of Zhongping, which is 187 years in history, the famous Yellow Turban Uprising has just passed three years, and it is estimated that it is only more than a year since the death of the Han Lingdi, the supreme Han emperor, and it is too late to divide the world. Not far away.

This is a time of troubled times.

What impresses Mujing the most is...

He has been hungry for three days.

I have never felt so hungry. Every day, a piece of bark that the teeth can't bite into. Don't ask him why he eats it. This is a matter of survival.

"All nostalgia, all curiosity, all doubts...so everything is superfluous, no age is unimportant, all gold and iron horses, all ambitions are empty, and now, survival is the most important thing. the biggest issue!"

This is Mujing's deep self-criticism.

(End of this chapter)