Guide to Traveling through the Northern Song Dynasty.

Chapter 4 0004 [Probably Song]

It didn't take long before Zhu Guoxiang brought back a handful of herbs, threw them on the ground and said, "Mash it up and apply it externally."

"What kind of grass is this?" Ju Ming asked curiously.

Zhu Guoxiang introduced: "I don't know what the scientific name is for Litou grass. It specializes in the treatment of traumatic bleeding. In the past, the medical conditions in rural areas were poor, and minor injuries were collected by oneself."

Find a relatively flat rock, and use the remaining mineral water bottle to fetch water from the small river to wash the rock.

Another branch was cut off, and he cut it into a short stick with his sword, and crushed the plow grass on the rock.

Both father and son were bruised and bruised, and immediately took off their clothes and helped each other apply herbs.

After dressing the wound and putting on his clothes, Zhu Ming said, "If this is Xixiang County, it probably didn't belong to the Ming and Qing dynasties."

"Why?" Zhu Guoxiang humbly asked for advice.

Ju Ming pointed to the land under his feet with his sword: "The terrain here is relatively flat, and it is next to a river, so it is easy to reclaim it into fertile land. Regardless of the Ming Dynasty or the Qing Dynasty, the Hanzhong Mountains were greatly developed, and the situation here cannot be desolate."

Zhu Guoxiang nodded and said, "That makes sense."

Zhu Ming swung his sword and cut off a few branches, cut off the excess branches and leaves, stood in several positions, and threw them towards the river with all his might.

Except for one place that returned due to the terrain, the rest of the branches floated in the same direction.

"That's downstream." Zhu Ming pointed to the left.

Although the river was still full of thorns, it was at least much flatter, and the speed of the father and son became faster.

Half a day later, the instant noodles were gone, leaving only the food picked along the way.

The stomach is very uncomfortable, and there is a serious lack of oil and water.

On the way, they bumped into a wild rabbit. Before the father and son could react, the rabbit jumped into the grass and disappeared.

Encountered more squirrels but harder to catch than rabbits.

I continued on my way hungry, and a large swamp of reeds appeared in front of me.

Zhu Guoxiang said: "Look in the reeds, maybe you can find bird eggs."

Zhu Ming regained his energy immediately and speeded up the chopping of plants.

Suddenly, there was a noise in the reeds, and more than a dozen birds flew up suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, several green deer sprang out, screaming in panic and fleeing towards the hillside.

Zhu Ming hurried over to check, and saw four weasel-like animals cooperating to besiege a small deer.

The deer was dying, and was bitten on the neck.But it was still struggling, lying on its side and kicking all four hooves. The predator bypassed its attack range and rushed up from behind to bite.Another predator, taking advantage of the moment when the deer turned over in panic, bit its abdomen fiercely, tearing open the abdomen, revealing the intestines inside.

"Weasel?" Ju Ming couldn't confirm.

Zhu Guoxiang said: "It's a honey dog, very fierce. Despite its small size, it is very courageous, and can even hunt wild boars. I also ate it when I was young. The stewed soup is pretty good."

Zhu Ming said excitedly: "I don't care if it's a honey dog ​​or a honey pig, there's something to eat!"

Honey dog, the scientific name is yellow-throated mink.

They took advantage of the deer to drink water by the river to attack, but at this time they were targeted by humans.

Hearing the movement, the four honey dogs turned around nervously, guarding the deer's body and confronting Zhu Ming.

Zhu Ming is obedient to the tiger, but punches hard to the honey dog.He rushed over with the sword in his hand, and the four honey dogs ran away in fright. After fleeing for a distance, they turned around and roared at Zhu Ming, obviously condemning this shameless behavior.

"Thanks, brother." Zhu Ming grinned.

The four younger brothers roared for a while, they had no choice but to leave angrily.

The father and son sat down to skin the deer carcass, lit a fire and started grilling delicious food.

While roasting, Ju Ming scraped off the fat from the deerskin with a sword, and continued to smear it on the venison, while explaining: "I have watched foreign wilderness survival programs, even if human beings can eat meat for a long time, if there is no fat intake If it is not used, the weight will also drop rapidly. This oil cannot be wasted, but it is a pity that there is no container to refine the oil."

"There should be bamboo in the Qinling Mountains, and it will be fine when you encounter a bamboo forest. The bamboo tube can be used as a container." Zhu Guoxiang said.

"We have mineral water bottles!" Ju Ming had an idea.

He went to gather fresh reed leaves and wove them together to make a big ugly spoon.

When grilling meat, carefully catch all the melted and fallen fat with a large spoon.Wait for the fat in the spoon to solidify, then scrape it off and put it in a mineral water bottle for storage.

After a full meal, the leftover venison was also made into barbecue jerky, and a half bottle of solidified fat was also obtained.

The deer blood was not wasted, so it was packed in another mineral water bottle.They now lack salt intake, which can be replenished with animal blood.

A good historical travel drama, the style of painting has changed to survival in the wilderness.

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Cross the sixth day.

The soles of the father and son's shoes were severely worn, and it was estimated that they would be scrapped after walking for a few days.

The mobile phone and charging treasure are all dead!

The two walked along the bank of the river until their legs almost broke, and the small river finally merged into the big river.

"This river must be the Han River!"

Zhu Ming pointed forward happily. He is not hungry now, but he just wants to eat meat.Collecting wild vegetables along the way, although it can satisfy the hunger, but the tongue has faded out.

And, lack of salt!
When you arrive in Hanshui, you can meet living people, and maybe you can exchange some supplies.

"Take a break first." Zhu Guoxiang was terribly tired.After living in the mountains for a few days, his hair has become a rotten chicken coop, and his beard is unshaven like a savage.

Sitting by the river and waiting, two or three hours passed.

"Hey, take it easy..."

On the upper reaches of the river, one section after another was half-fixed together in the shape of an arrow.

A man stood in front of the arrow, controlling the direction with a long bamboo pole.There were also two men standing behind him, also holding bamboo poles, helping the man in front to stabilize his direction.

This is putting rafts and using water to transport wood.

"My fellow, my fellow, stop talking!" Zhu Ming shouted at the top of his voice.

The three men who transported the timber turned their heads for a few glances, replied vaguely, and then passed by the river along the river.

Zhu Ming turned around and asked his father, "What are they talking about? I can't quite understand."

Zhu Guoxiang frowned and said, "It doesn't sound like Hanzhong dialect, but rather like Shaanxi dialect. I don't fully understand it either."

"That's right!" Zhu Ming said happily.

Ju Ming's knowledge of history came in handy, and he immediately explained: "Hanzhong belongs to Sichuan in terms of language and culture. The population of both the late Song Dynasty and the late Ming Dynasty decreased sharply, and there were two major immigration waves. If Hanzhong speaks like the northern Shaanxi dialect, then We traveled back to before the Yuan Dynasty. At this time, people from Sichuan, including people from Hanzhong, spoke something similar to the Liangyi dialect, a branch of the Qin-Jin dialect. The modern Shanbei dialect retains many features of the ancient Qin-Jin dialect, so you It sounds like Shaanxi dialect. From a linguistic point of view, these people speak the Bashu dialect. This Bashu dialect is the Sichuan dialect of the Song Dynasty and before, which is different from the Sichuan dialect of later generations."

Zhu Guoxiang looked at his son in surprise: "You are at school, and you still want to learn this?"

"After I became a self-media, I learned it by myself." Ju Ming explained casually.

Zhu Guoxiang asked again: "The clothes of the three people just now, what dynasty do they look like?"

A row of men floated across the river. Due to the distance, it is reasonable to see what clothes they are wearing.

But after time travelling, Ju Ming's eyesight has improved significantly, and it can even be said to be far superior to ordinary people.He shook his head and said, "Those three men wore their head scarves casually. Their upper body was paired with shorts and their lower body was narrow-cut shorts. This kind of dress can't distinguish the specific dynasty. There is only one thing that can be confirmed, it is definitely not the hairstyle of the Qing Dynasty."

Zhu Guoxiang said, "Why don't you wait a little longer?"

"Yes, wait a little longer." Zhu Ming agreed.

The father and son began to collect wild vegetables nearby, resting and waiting for the boat.

In the afternoon, the boat finally came, and it was still a fleet.

"My fellow, there are people here, there are people here!" The father and son shouted, waving branches.

Those ancient people on the boat heard the voice and looked over, and vaguely saw two savages dressed in strange clothes.

Immediately turning a blind eye, the fleet went down the river and gradually disappeared between the two mountains.

There are many robbers and water bandits in the Han River Basin, and ships dare not dock at will.

The father and son looked at each other, feeling that the ancients were too indifferent.

After a long time, Zhu Ming said, "We should have traveled to the Song Dynasty."

"How did you confirm it?" Zhu Guoxiang asked.

Zhu Ming explained: "There is a man standing on the prow of a boat who looks like a scholar, wearing a Dongpo scarf on his head. The Dongpo scarf originated in the late Tang Dynasty, matured in the Song Dynasty, and was still in use in the Ming Dynasty. I saw The shape of the Dongpo scarf is mature, at least it looks like the Song Dynasty. According to the dialect used to release the men before, it can be confirmed that it was before the Yuan Dynasty. Combining the above conditions, it is either the Northern Song Dynasty or the Southern Song Dynasty."

(Because Lao Wang was too shocked to open the book, the signing system of the starting point was broken yesterday, causing all authors on the site to be unable to sign. The system has been repaired today, and the signing has just been completed. Please rest assured to eat.)
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