The late Ming Dynasty in the living room

Chapter 1 Mom and the late Ming Dynasty

"On the scale of cosmic time, even the tiniest bacteria may give birth to civilization."

Fang Yu especially likes to watch this kind of cosmic popular science program that is full of character. After seeing the new program launched last night, he couldn't wait to watch three episodes in a row.

Like all popular science programs, it is easy to feel sleepy after watching it.

So he turned off the computer and fell asleep, not even having time to enjoy the supper brought back by his mother, Teacher Pan.

The cat at home came forward and sniffed it. He didn't like the smell, so he patted the takeout box over with his paw.

The food in the plastic bowl was poured out at an angle and covered the bottom of the entire box in a short time.

The cat tiptoed and quickly left the scene of the crime. The living room became quiet again, and no one noticed that a change was happening.

As the clock ticks forward, the food scattered in the box turns into hillside soil, and the soup gradually settles and turns into springs and rivers.

On this small piece of land, tribes, villages, and towns began to appear.

The town would be lively and deserted at one time or another. From time to time, large groups of villains would pass by, and the small flags hanging at the top of the city would constantly change:
Shang, Zhou, Qin, Han... When the sun rises, the flag is fixed at "Ming".

"What's going on? Where am I?"

Fang Yu was sleeping more and more, and suddenly he felt someone stuffing something into his mouth, and there was an earthy smell.

Opening his eyes, Fang Yu saw the sky and the sun, as well as a young, dirty little face with tear stains.

Her little hands were also dirty, and she was holding a white, slightly green thing in her mouth, trying to stuff it into her mouth. It seemed like a grass root?
Fang Yu was really confused. He was obviously sleeping in his bedroom, so why was he moved outside?
Looking at the little girl again, I thought it was a naughty child playing a prank at first, but seeing the anxious look on her face and her ancient clothes, it seemed that things were not that simple.

The little girl didn't notice that Fang Yu had woken up. The grass root that had been stuffed in was suddenly bitten by her teeth, and she couldn't move forward even with all her strength.

So he finally let go of his hand, hugged Fang Yu and cried: "Dad! Don't sleep, get up quickly~"

This, what's going on?Fang Yu's mind became even more confused.

"Haha, Axiu regards you as her father and thinks you are going to starve to death." A man's voice came from the side.

Fang Yu was tightly hugged by the little girl's arms around his neck. He turned his head with difficulty and saw an old man sitting next to him, also wearing ancient clothes and with half-white hair.

The old man looked quite downcast, but his face was cheerful.

After hearing what the old man said, Fang Yu asked: "What about her father? And where is her mother?"

The old man pointed in the direction behind.

Looking beyond the old man, Fang Yu saw an unfamiliar wilderness. The ground was barren, the vegetation was withered and yellow, and the ponds were dry.

In this desolate area, there are still many people in ancient costumes walking. At a glance, there are hundreds or dozens of people, and there is a long queue behind them.

These people were very thin, with obvious signs of malnutrition on their faces.

They didn't speak, they just hunched over and dragged their legs as they trudged forward, as if they had walked a long way.

At the edge of the road, Fang Yu saw the parents of the little girl Axiu. They both fell to the ground and remained motionless.

Fang Yu looked at the old man, who sighed: "They are all dead, starving to death, even if their stomachs are filled with yellow mud and water, it will not help.

Axiu refused to leave even after seeing them dead, and she didn’t know why. She just saw you lying on the roadside and thought of you as her father again. "

Fang Yu looked at the little girl in his arms. She might be very tired. She had just cried a few times and now she fell asleep again. The tears that had not yet dried scratched the mud on her face, revealing her somewhat rosy cheeks.

In her dream, she also clutched a few grass roots tightly, as if they were some kind of treasure that would be snatched away.

Looking further down, Fang Yu saw that there were still some hidden in her pocket, about a dozen.

This was the last property left to her by her parents after they tried their best.

Fang's heart became more and more blocked, and he thought of Teacher Pan. He knew that he had traveled through time, but he didn't know which year or month he had traveled through time.

"Old gentleman, where are we?" Fang Yu sat up carefully and asked. "Haha, I don't want to be an old gentleman, just call me Zhao Youcai...here, this is the boundary of Laishui County, Baoding Prefecture. Walk along the river for two days and you will reach Laishui County."

"Mr. Zhao, what dynasty is it now, what year is it, and what is the name of the current emperor?"

"I don't dare to say the emperor's name. Haha, it's the Ming Dynasty now, and this year is the 15th year of Chongzhen."

Old man Zhao didn’t know what was going on. This place was already so miserable. He still had a smile on his face and was cheerful when he spoke. Even questions that seemed strange to ordinary people, he answered quite well. Smooth.

However, Fang Yu had no intention of worrying about the old man's strange problems. The 15th year of Chongzhen was enough for Fang Yu to ignore everything else.

The descriptions of this year and the next few years in history books are repeated: bigger and bigger wars, wanton massacres, ubiquitous hunger...

To sum it up, this place will soon turn into a hell on earth.

No, not soon, but now, this place is already considered a hell on earth.

Fang Yu pointed at the beggar-like people of the Ming Dynasty passing by and asked, "Where are they, Mr. Zhao and you going?"

Old Man Zhao smiled and said: "Old man, I'm not going anywhere, I'm just here. I'll dig a hole for myself later. If you're not in a hurry, young man, can you help me cover it with soil?"

Fang Yu:......

"As for them, they all want to go to Laishui County to beg for food. In fact, Baoding Prefecture has also suffered a major disaster this year. There are locusts and plagues. They are not much better than our Henan counterparts. Haha, there is nowhere to eat. give them……"

While he was talking, Fang Yu saw two more people lying motionless on the ground.

Most of the people in front of them were young men, and old men like Zhao Youcai were very rare.

As for children of A Xiu's age, Fang Yu didn't see any.

Most children of this age in later generations are fat and white, but Axiu was as light as a stuffed toy lying in Fang Yu's arms.

"We have to find something for her to eat. Otherwise, given her physical condition, I'm afraid she won't be able to survive three days."

Fang Yu took out the grass roots in her pocket. The grass roots were washed clean, and the inedible fibrous roots were carefully removed one by one... Fang Yu imagined the scene of her parents doing these things. , and couldn't help but feel sad.

But where to find food?Even if you follow them to the county town, according to Old Man Zhao, there should be no shortage of coolies there, and it will be difficult to get anything as a beggar.

Moreover, I traveled through time while sleeping, and there was nothing valuable in my pocket to pawn.

This is the rhythm of starving to death.

"Teacher Pan, this is serious, please save the child!"

Fang Yu racked his brains for a long time and found that he had no feasible solution, so he habitually thought of Teacher Pan.

But where is the gentle, virtuous, beautiful and generous Teacher Pan who rescues those in need?

Just when Old Man Zhao stood up and prepared to dig a hole, and Fang Yu also felt despair, something suddenly changed in the sky!

Fang Yu first felt a darkness on his head, and then a white, round thing fell from the sky.

This thing seemed to be very elastic. When it fell, it first bounced when it was blocked by the trees, and then bounced slightly when it hit the ground.

When it stopped moving completely, Fang Yu looked into the distance and took a breath of cold air.

This white, cylindrical thing is about one meter high. The key is its length. From here, it stretches for several kilometers, and there is no end in sight!

What is this?How could this happen?It has never been recorded in history books.

etc!It seems to have a smell that is very familiar to later generations, and what is that big red thing attached to it over there?
So familiar!

Fang Yu analyzed it carefully for a while, then leaned over and took a few strong sniffs, and came to a conclusion that even he found ridiculous:
"This...this looks like a rice noodle?"

(End of this chapter)