When Ji Han and his men traveled to the Three Kingdoms crew

Chapter 161 Zhang Jiao travels through the crew (Part )

"The virtue of heaven is long and lasting, but human life is so short. In a short time of a hundred years, it is as fleeting as a candle blown out by the wind."

Just when his consciousness was completely lost, Zhang Jue, who was in a trance, seemed to hear a familiar voice. He wanted to open his mouth to speak, but he had no strength at all. It was as if the sound was stuck in his throat and no matter how hard he tried, it couldn't come out.

Immediately afterwards, a strong feeling of being pulled away spread throughout his body. He did not even have time to struggle. This unknown powerful force stripped his energy and soul from his body like peeling an onion, and the hazy scene before his eyes was completely extinguished.

"Ding--!"

"Kecheng People's Broadcasting Station, now telling you the time, it is now 12 o'clock Beijing time, dear listeners, welcome to listen to the noon news."

Kecheng?

radio station?

Midday news?

Countless doubts, like a tangled ball of thread, bound Zhang Jiao and startled him. A new strength suddenly arose from nowhere, making him open his eyes. The surrounding scenes rushed into his eyes, and everything was so clear, even the dust on the orange in the hand of a child who fell to the ground in the distance was extremely clear.

What surprised him even more was that, although the surrounding houses were extremely similar to those of the Han Dynasty, where else could the houses be so neat and tidy and look so new?
"Please, let me."

There were unfamiliar voices coming from behind him. Zhang Jiao had traveled far and wide and learned many accents, but the accent behind him was so unfamiliar that it was unlike any he remembered.

Weird, weird.

After rubbing his eyes, Zhang Jue still felt that it was not quite real, as if he had just woken up from a lifetime long dream. He looked again, and this time he finally figured out where the unreality lay!

The wide street was divided into distinct parts according to different functions, with pedestrians coming and going on both sides and a road for horse racing in the middle. The strange thing was that there was no trace of horses at all, and there was no trace of hurry or panic on the faces of the pedestrians coming and going. They were talking and laughing, rushing towards one direction. What was even more puzzling and surprising was that the young man in short brown clothes was arm in arm with the scholar in a crown and robe, and they were as intimate as brothers from the same mother.

"This"

Zhang Jue felt his throat was extremely dry, his eyes were eager, and even his shoulders were shaking slightly. He thought to himself, could this be Huang Tian, ​​is this the peaceful world!!!
"Hey, hey, hey, young man, why don't you respond when I call you?"

The moment the corner of his clothes was pulled, hoarse and low words fell into his ears, and Zhang Jue turned around to take a look.

It was an old man with gray hair and beard, wearing a tattered short brown robe. He sat cross-legged on the ground, leaning his skinny back against the wall. His complexion was very bad, with dark halos around his eye sockets, bloodshot eyes, and chapped lips. The old man's arms, which were clutching the corners of his clothes, were as thin as dry branches, or like clean-shaved ribs, without a trace of flesh, as if they could be broken by a gust of wind.

All the excitement and eagerness were shattered by the old man. Zhang Jue pursed his lips and thought to himself, was I overthinking?

Fortunately, he had seen scenes a hundred times more miserable than this one. He put on a smile in time and held the old man's hand with his backhand. The strange thing was that the old man's hand, although rough, was more "delicate" than that of the big farmer.

Weird, weird.

Zhang Jue also found the thought strange, but the most urgent thing was not to dwell on it. He changed back to his original tone and asked with concern: "Father, what's wrong with you? If you have any needs, please tell me."

"?"

To Zhang Jue's surprise, the old man in front of him was neither frightened nor spoke a word. Instead, his brows were twisted into a "川" shape.

Zhang Jue seemed to realize something. He lowered his head and took a look. His clothes were ordinary, but much better than a short brown robe. He touched his forehead and seemed to be wearing a turban. He took it off and looked down. His pupils suddenly shrank and he thought to himself, Oh no, a yellow turban!
He knew very well in his heart that although the followers called him the Great and Good Teacher, he was definitely a traitor among traitors in the eyes of the Han people. He didn't know where he was now, but he was probably still a member of the Yellow Turbans. If his father-in-law was implicated because of this identity, it would be a big disaster.
wrong!

Zhang Jue's worries were instantly rejected. If that was the case, those people would have tied him up and sent him to the authorities long ago. How could they just turn a blind eye?
Seeing Zhang Jiao standing there in a daze, even Old Li, who was playing the beggar, felt strange. How come this young man, who looked handsome and young, looked like he was drunk, dazed, and full of thoughts?
Thinking of this, Lao Li scratched his butt.

Forget it, forget it. Although his tone was strange, the young man was sincere. "Well, can you do this, young man?" Lao Li cleared his throat and took out something that was completely different from his clothes and street style. A black, rectangular box with an antenna? !
Seeing such a strange object, a question mark slowly emerged in Zhang Jiao's mind, and he thought: What is this object?
"Ugh."

Old Li sighed. From Zhang Jiao's expression, he concluded that he had never seen the strange young man before. So he pointed at the black box and explained, "This is a radio, an antique. The time just now was broadcast through it."

"radio"

Zhang Jue chewed these words over and over again, thinking, the powerful male voice just now came from this small black box. It was really extraordinary. How did he do it? Could it be that he stuffed a person into the small box? To be able to do this, it must be that immortal. Could it be that he really came to the world of Tianping? !

At this point, Zhang Jue could conclude that this was definitely not a county of the Han Dynasty!

"How do you like it?"

Old Li smiled and without waiting for Zhang Jiao to react, he swung his hand and slapped the back of the radio.

Although the beating sound hit the radio, it hurt Zhang Jiao's heart. He was horrified. How could a device that could tell time be beating like this? !

He just wanted to stop it.

Old Li stuffed the radio into Zhang Jiao's arms. The sudden change made Zhang Jiao pause slightly.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Jue asked.

Old Li stood up and stretched. "Don't you like the radio? I see you're here with me and I can't even take time to eat, so I'll lend it to you to play with. Of course, I'll have to be by your side."

"How is this possible?"

At this point, Zhang Jue realized that this place was not the Han Dynasty. Maybe he thought this object was precious, but in the eyes of the people here, it might be of mediocre value. But...really, really?

So he asked, "Old man, is the radio expensive?"

"Expensive? Not really that expensive, but this thing still means something to me. You have to be careful."

With mixed emotions in his heart, Zhang Jiao quickly learned how to use the radio under Lao Li's instruction, which made Lao Li sigh, "You are indeed a young man with a strong learning ability. You are getting old."

Zhang Jiao held the radio in his hands, and listened patiently to the sound coming out of the speaker. Just at this moment, the agricultural channel was broadcasting, and he heard "the yield per mu is so much" and "large-scale agricultural machinery sowing".

Even though some of the words were unfamiliar, Zhang Jue seemed to understand their meaning.

Gradually, he even slowed down his pace.

Old Li was wondering why the voice was so soft.

He stopped and looked back. Zhang Jiao smiled and said two words:

"very nice."

　First update, I don't know what you think of this kind of writing, anyway, except for Ji Hanzhong, only those who come to the crew for the extra chapters

　　
　
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