Fox Road Travel Notes

Chen Zican and Kou'er led the big black horse and found their way through the bushes and brambles.

After walking for a cup of tea, numerous barren graves appeared on the hillside in front of them, stretching along the raised terrain to the end of sight.

"Master, there are so many graves!"

Kou'er's face turned a little pale, and he clutched Chen Zican's sleeve tightly.

Chen Zican was also a little uneasy. He held his arm and murmured: "Yes, there are no people around here. Why are there so many local steamed buns?"

After clearing the weeds and looking at a few, there were no tombstones or traces of memorial sweeps.

The piles of soil were high and low, and it was a mess, and it was obvious that they had all been hastily buried.

At the top of the slope, behind a scattered jujube tree, several ruins were exposed.

The two people touched it carefully, and there were gradually traces of fields under their feet.

Walking all the way to the jujube forest, there was still no sign of anyone.

Many jujubes that ripened last autumn were hanging on the jujube trees, and a thick layer fell on the ground. They were soft when stepped on, and the sweet jujube fragrance came to his nostrils, reminding Chen Zican of the jujube cake made by his grandma.

He motioned to Kuan'er to stay here and watch the horse, then he tiptoed close to the fallen fence and gently pushed open the broken courtyard door.

These are a few common adobe houses in the north. Half of them have collapsed, and they look dark inside.

The door panel was lying on the ground, and there were tiny mouse footprints everywhere. It was obvious that it had been abandoned for a long time.

He walked to the half of the window that was still intact and looked in through the window hole. He saw several broken beds standing quietly in the corner, and there was dust everywhere.

A thin stream of cold wind hit his face from the window lattice, and Chen Zican couldn't help but shiver.

He had seen deserted villages and shabby houses before, but he had never found them so terrifying.

I looked at a few more courtyards, and they all had similar scenes. Obviously, there is no one here.

In the middle of the deserted village, there are several blue brick houses standing.

Although it is still dilapidated and dilapidated, it has not collapsed and looks much more spacious and bright.

Chen Zican walked in and couldn't help being surprised.

First of all, what comes into view is a broken table, which is placed upright against the wall. There is a dark incense burner on it, and a few sticks of residual incense are stuck in it.

Chen Zican walked over and plucked the ashes from the incense and sniffed.

The faint scent of sandalwood on his nose told him that this fragrance must have been put on within half a year.

He frowned and looked at the ground carefully. Except for this small area, which was clean with only some dust, the other places were in a mess.

There were some things piled in the corner. Chen Zican walked over and kicked them with his feet. Shockingly, they were all broken spiritual tablets!

Chen Zican looked around. This room was obviously an ancestral hall.

I really don’t know what happened. This small village next to the official road was in such a dilapidated state.

Even if they move, they won't ruin all the ancestral tablets like this.

Suddenly, he found something densely written on the wall behind the incense table. The writing was pale and peeling, and there was something there.

He walked over and took a closer look. He went out and pulled some thatch, swept away the thick dust on the wall, and lines of beautiful handwriting appeared.

"I grew up in the south of the Yangtze River and destroyed the north of Hebei Province. The jackals and wolves were in power, forcing people to live in tents. Birds and mice lived together, and the general was the leader.

It's just a matter of sorrow, that's what happened.

Because of the confusion of night dreams, I send out the sorrow of chanting in the morning.

Alas! The red powder falls from the high-rise building, and I am proud of the stone in the courtyard; the dagger shines in the clear frost, and I swear to be the wife of Wushu's tent!

Are there any good gentlemen in the world who have the insight to pity me?

Xu Yuhou can do it, but Sha Zhali must be beheaded in the end... Kunlun guest is reborn, and it is not difficult for the red silk girl to break through the wall.

This is what I want. If you dare to belittle the strange men in the world and take a look at them, you should have a chivalrous heart and pity the weak!

Linxiang's Weak Girl——Wang Suyin's masterpiece!

Yiyou May 17th"

Chen Zican's lips moved and he read word by word. After reading, his lips just trembled and his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound...

"Master, you are here!"

Kou'er's slender figure rushed over to grab Chen Zican, with a hint of panic and surprise in his voice.

Chen Zican raised his head to prevent tears from flowing down.

Guan'er followed his gaze and tugged on his arm in confusion: "Master, what is written on this wall?"

Chen Zican took a deep breath, calmed down, and asked softly: "Kou'er, which year is Yiyou year?"

Kuan'er bit his lip and twirled his fingers: "It was the second year of Shunzhi. Kuan'er was picked up by the master that year."

"That was seven years ago!"

Chen Zican said slowly: "This was left by a girl before she died."

Kou'er was surprised: "Master, can you tell me?"

Chen Zican nodded: "Her name is Wang Suyin, she is a woman from Jiangnan.

She said that she was kidnapped from Linxiang and was surrounded by man-eating wolves.

The reason why she didn't jump off a building to die like Luzhu and followed these beasts all the way was because the woman was determined to learn the art of assassinating Jin Wu back then and find an opportunity to die with the enemy.

She also said that she hoped that knights with lofty ideals would sympathize with the tragic experiences of weak women like them.

Cut off the head of the Hulu with the sword and save them from fire and water.

Finally, she inspired those who saw her last words, saying——

There should be a chivalrous heart that pities the weak and dares not to treat the strangest men in the world! "

At this point, he couldn't help but shed tears.

Next to him, Kou'er covered his mouth with a handkerchief and was already sobbing.

Chen Zican wiped away his blurred tears: "There are a few more poems behind this..."

"Many wisdom and many demons want to go to heaven, but half of this body has already entered the underworld. The poor soul has nowhere to go, so it should turn into a cuckoo on a branch!"

"Wow..." Kou'er squatted on the ground, crying heartbrokenly.

Chen Zican was stunned for a moment, wondering why the always innocent and lively little girl suddenly lost control of her emotions, and quickly patted her back and comforted her.

"Master——"

Kuan'er raised his red and swollen eyes: "Do you still remember Kuan'er's life experience?"

Chen Zican pursed his lips and shook his head apologetically.

"Young master, I picked him out from among the dead!"

"At that time, Kuo'er was less than four years old. He survived four or five days among the dead on half a piece of sesame cake."

"When the master found Kuan'er, Kuan'er was almost out of breath..."

"The master said that at that time, the heavenly soldiers - bah, the northern captives went south. They first rode horses to enclose the land and burned the villages to the ground."

"Young and strong men are kept as slaves, and beautiful women are humiliated at will!"

"Then, they were driven to travel long distances. Some were sent to various farms as slaves and maids, and some were taken to do hard labor and fill trenches."

"Those who resisted, as well as the old, weak, sick and disabled, were all killed. There were mountains of corpses and seas of fire everywhere. It was simply hell on earth!"

"When the master found Kuan'er, he was huddled in his dead mother's arms."

"Mother, everything has begun to decay, but she still maintains a protective posture..."

As he spoke, Kuaner choked again and became speechless.

When Chen Zican came to this world, he was always confused.

First, he lay in bed for more than ten days, and then he started running away as soon as he was injured. His understanding of the world was almost completely blank.

Even in the real world, textbooks are very secretive about this period of history.

Not only him, it is estimated that most people living in the information age and the peaceful age are also ignorant.

Now, a dilapidated small village with a dusty wall reveals a bloody corner of this scar.

He still remembered what Xiaobai told him: "Every scene in this Taixu Liuli fantasy comes from the real world, a true record of a certain literati!"