The days when I purchased goods in the Northern Song Dynasty

Chapter 2 Well, I actually lost my memory

Ye Xun touched his nose in embarrassment, and tentatively pointed at the thatch in the young man's hand: "Then what. It's a bit cold, can you return it to me?"

The boy handed the grass back with bulging eyes and a dull gaze, and thoughtfully helped Ye Xun cover it tighter, with only his head exposed, looking like a watermelon on top of a pyramid.

Ye Xun: "Thank you."

juvenile:"."

In a dazed moment, the old man also tremblingly followed into the door, and suddenly saw the head on the haystack, so frightened that he almost threw away his crutches, mumbled something he didn't understand and kept waving his hands , signaling the boy to stay away from that terrifying head.

Hearing this, the young man ran to the old man's side, but the two of them did not leave the wooden house. Instead, they communicated a few words and helped the old man to sit on the ground slowly, while he packed up some hay and spread it around the two of them.

Maybe it was too cold outside, the two of them would rather face a strange head than go outside to blow the cold wind.

After all, this is already the tightest room in the surrounding area. Just by looking at the appearance of the other rooms, one can tell that there must be severe air leaks.

After experiencing the strange silence again, Ye Xun finally couldn't hold back and took the lead to break the calm atmosphere: "Do you... want to consider lighting a fire?"

The old man stared at Ye Xun's actions vigilantly, pursed his lips tightly and said nothing, while the young man hesitated for a moment, and asked stammeringly with an unprofessional accent: "Can you speak official language?"

It still sounds obscure, like the dialect of the Cantonese family, mixed with a strong southern Henan accent.

But at least I can understand most of it.

Ye Xun remembers that it was introduced in a program that ancient languages ​​seem to be divided into ancient sounds and middle ancient sounds. Among them, the pronunciation similar to Cantonese should be middle ancient sounds. As for the accent of Henan, it is probably because the positioning of Mandarin is Southern Henan. The area is gone.

Which dynasty was historically located in southern Henan?

"I can talk and talk! No, I don't know how to speak, but I can understand it. Can you understand me?" Putting aside those wild thoughts, Ye Xun responded excitedly, as if he saw the hope of communication. Light.

The young man hesitated for a moment before nodding, and Ye Xun's heart fell to the ground instantly, as long as he could understand.

"Are you the weirdo that people talk about in the daytime? You dare to show your body openly after breaking your long hair. I heard that the policemen are arresting you."

What the hell is naked body.

I'm all about exposing my body, what about the ladies and sisters in the mobile video app?
"I don't want to do that either. It really happened for a reason." Sure enough, Ye Xun skipped the topic, sighed helplessly, and then asked, "I want to ask, what is it now, uh, what year? Here Where is it again?"

The young man and the old man looked at each other, and they both read the astonishment in each other's eyes. After a few seconds, they turned their heads. The young man asked in disbelief, "You don't know what year and month it is?"

"I..." Ye Xun scratched his head, suddenly blissful in his heart, and blurted out a set of rhetoric without thinking: "Hey, you two don't know, I woke up like this when I woke up in the alley near the market, and I forgot There are many things that I still can’t remember.”

The boy who was only eight or nine years old at most was even more surprised: "There is such a miracle?"

The old man seemed to have thought of something, and he put his hand over and whispered a few words. After hearing this, the young man showed sympathy on his half-understanding face: "My grandpa said that you are suffering from the disease of leaving the soul, or that you were raped by bad people before. Do you still remember your last name and who is it?"

Thanks to the TV series for providing me with ready-made inspiration, Ye Xun solemnly thanked the screenwriters and writers from all walks of life, and continued to put on a bitter face: "I only vaguely remember my surname Ye, and I can't remember anything else. "

"You are also a poor person." The young man sighed and introduced his name: "My name is Xiaodouzi, so I will call you Brother Ye. Brother Ye, it is now the third year of Jiayou. It's in Wujiang Town, Suzhou City, Jiangnan Daogu."

Zhuo, why is it the Song Dynasty?
Three years after Jiayou actually went to Suzhou in the Northern Song Dynasty, Ye Xun was paralyzed and his eyes turned black.

In fact, the world in the Northern Song Dynasty was very chaotic. After years of wars, how will he live in the future.

Gollum.

The sound of stomach wriggling was quickly caught by everyone in the dark and quiet environment. Xiaodouzi bit his lip and asked hesitantly, "Brother Ye, are you hungry?"

Ye Xun struggled for a second, and honestly chose to tell the truth: "I haven't eaten since I woke up, so I'm a little hungry."

"Then you eat this, I saved it earlier." Xiaodouzi took out half a steamed bun from his arms, looked at it twice before handing it to Ye Xun: "There are a lot of steamed buns in the town at night. Yes, but we can't afford it, unfortunately we can't ask for food at night, so we can only use it to fill our hunger first."

In Ye Xun's heart at this moment, the clear-eyed little Douzi seemed to exude the light of Buddha, and even the haystack under his buttocks turned into a lotus seat.

He took the steamed bun silently, and after a while Ye Xun whispered thank you, and took a big bite.

It is very cold, very hard, and there are teeth-crushing particles in it, but it is also very fragrant, extraordinarily fragrant.

After all, it was the first meal I ate in the Northern Song Dynasty, and it was full of commemorative significance.

Seeing the short-haired weirdo chewing steamed buns vigorously, the ragged old man sighed and said in a low voice, using a very standard Mandarin accent: "Boy, you can't live like this, the official may just turn around and forget about it." I don't care about you, but after this, even if you don't starve to death, you will freeze to death by the roadside."

He had been on guard against me before, but this is also human nature. Ye Xun raised his head, returned the leftover half of the steamed bun to Xiaodouzi, and smiled wryly: "Old man, to be honest, I don't remember anything now. I really don’t know what to do next.”

In a few words, Ye Xun also knew a little about the situation of the grandparents and grandchildren in front of him. The old man's name is Liu Mu. He came here from begging all the way from the north. He happened to hear that the government had opened up a wasteland outside the city of Gusu in the past few days. , the purpose is to resettle the displaced persons.

Their grandparents also just entered Gusu today, and they plan to visit there tomorrow, and if possible, they will settle there.

Depending on the situation, these two people might not be their own grandparents, and there is a high probability that they met on the way to escape.

What Old Man Liu meant was to ask Ye Xun to try his luck tomorrow, maybe he might be able to stay, at least he would have a place to live so that he wouldn't die on the street, and there would be no one to collect his body when he died.

These serious words touched Ye Xun's fragile nerves. He had thought about many similar scenarios these days, and this was what he was most afraid of.

It's good for no one to collect the corpse. In today's age, if you die, you might be flogged and chewed by dogs. That's the worst thing.

As for the issue of identity, there is no need to worry too much. There are too many displaced people, and there is no such thing as an ID card to prove themselves. If there are more people out of thin air, I am afraid that it will not attract anyone's attention.

While chatting, several people started to feel sleepy. Old man Liu and Xiaodouzi leaned against each other, covered with weeds, and snored lightly after turning over.

But Ye Xun didn't dare to just fall asleep, he just huddled in the corner of the wall and tossed and turned, his mind was in a mess and he didn't know what to think.

I secretly took out my phone to block the light, it was already past three o'clock in the morning.

According to the living habits of the ancients, it might be the time for them to wake up in another hour or two. Ye Xun immediately dared not go back to sleep, and forced his eyelids to stare at the dark roof silently, thinking of going out of the city until dawn Take a look and try to find a place to live.

The cold wind passed through the hall, blowing on the body through the weeds, like a knife scraping bones.

Just as he was in a daze, he suddenly heard a very slight sound of Hisoka, turned his head slightly and saw a black shadow, which silently groped outside the door.

Judging by the degree of flexibility, it should be Xiaodouzi who ran out.I just don't know what this kid wants to do in the middle of the night.

It didn't make Ye Xun suspicious for too long, after about half an hour, Xiaodouzi's nimble figure rushed back to the wooden house, and approached Ye Xun on tiptoe.

"Brother Ye, Brother Ye."

Ye Xun quickly pretended to be just waking up: "Huh? What's wrong?"

To his surprise, and at the same time, he was very moved when Xiaodouzi took out some clothes and said in a low voice, "The people here are so smart that they don't leave any food on the street, so they can only find a household to buy." Let me borrow some clothes, Brother Ye, see if they fit you."

Ye Xun almost didn't cry out.

The borrowed words are too expressive.

(End of this chapter)