Red Dust Daqian

Another year has passed. It has been raining heavily since last night, and it has been a day without stopping. Rainy weather can easily make people feel annoyed, and Zhou Sen, who is learning to walk, is no exception. He is trapped in a tangled homesickness, and he doesn't know whether his parents are well in another world, and his wife should have remarried.

The sudden sound of the door opening interrupted Zhou Sen's thoughts. Zhou Wu, all wet, rushed into the room with a Taoist priest. Lin Qing: "Master, what happened? Why are you soaked? Vanilla, quickly bring clothes for the master to change." Anxiously Zhou Wu replied to his wife: "Madam, there is no time to change. You quickly take Sen'er and go out the back door with Taoist Zhang, go now." Lin Qing asked in confusion: "Go now? It's raining so hard, where are you going? If you go out, Sen'er will get gonorrhea." Zhou Wu hurriedly replied: "Madam, I have offended the traitors in the court and was slandered for rebellion. I don't have time to explain in detail. You quickly follow Taoist Zhang. If you don't leave, our whole family will be finished. Take Sen'er away and raise him up, and leave some incense for my Zhou family." Lin Qing, who heard the bad news, was a little panicked and cried: "Master, I won't leave. I want to be with you. I want to die with you."

Zhou Wu took off the ring on his thumb and handed it to Taoist Zhang, saying, "Master, take this. When Sen'er grows up, please give it to Sen'er. In the future, I will trouble Master Zhang to take good care of them." After a brief explanation. Zhou Wu, who was angry and helpless, picked up his son and looked at Zhou Sen for the last time with deep affection. He pushed his son into Lin Qing's arms. Zhou Wu hardened his heart, pushed Lin Qing, and pulled Xiangcao, who was at a loss beside him, and quickly crossed the yard. He reluctantly pushed Lin Qing and Xiangcao out of the backyard door, then slammed the door and leaned his back against the door. A husband doesn't shed tears easily, just because he hasn't reached the point of being sad. Zhou Wu cried sadly, "Madam, I'm sorry for you. I can't take care of you anymore. Go quickly. Do you want our Sen'er to lose both his parents at the same time? Take him away, and never come back. There is no need to avenge me." "Master Zhang, take them away quickly."

There were knocks on the front door, and someone shouted, "The Imperial Guards are here to investigate a case. Open the door." "Open the door." Taoist Zhang didn't care about the separation between Zhou Wu and his wife. He picked up Xiangcao, who was already scared and didn't know what was going on, and put her in the carriage. He also picked up Lin Qing, who was already in tears, tangled and helpless, and holding a baby, and pushed Lin Qing directly into the carriage. He quickly set up the carriage and ran away in the rainy night...

The Yulin Army broke into the front yard. A feminine eunuch, with two teams of Yulin Army soldiers wearing swords and iron armor, quickly rushed into the backyard. "Oh, Lord Zhou, you are here." In the thunderstorm, this eerie and disgusting eunuch screamed, "The sinner Zhou Wu, deceived the emperor, plotted treason, and rebelled. According to the order of the saint, his family is to be confiscated and his property is to be exterminated. Search."

Oh my god, what is going on? Where is my wealthy family? This change is too sudden. Am I, who is just over one year old, going to be on the run? Did I just lose my father like this? Zhou Sen sorted out his sad and messy thoughts. What is going on? He sighed in his heart.

Whoosh~whoosh~whoosh, three wooden arrows were shot from behind and pierced the fence of the carriage. A team of Yulin soldiers with iron swords on their waists and longbows in their hands chased from afar. Lin Qing, who had gradually calmed down from her panic, smiled silently at Zhou Sen in her arms. She suppressed her grief and anger and said, "My dear son, it seems that mother can't watch you grow up slowly. It seems that mother has to go to accompany your father. You must be obedient and grow up happily." Mother, are you going to do something stupid? Don't do that. Sen'er just lost his father and must not lose his mother again. Zhou Sen roared in grief and anger in his heart, but the language that was imprisoned in the baby's body could only be the crying sound of "Mom, ah~ah~ah~ah~". He was powerless. Seeing that he had to say goodbye to his father and his mother was about to leave again, Zhou Sen was really sad and desperate to the extreme. Lin Qing, whose eyes were blurred by tears, tried hard to raise his head and said to Xiangcao, who was crying so hard that she looked like a human being, "Xiangcao, you have to be strong. You and Sen'er will depend on each other from now on. You must take care of each other and support each other as you grow up."

Lin Qing hardened his heart and put Zhou Sen in Xiangcao's tender arms. He said, "Take good care of Sen'er and accompany him to grow up." The little girl Xiangcao held back her tears, gritted her teeth and nodded silently. Lin Qing grasped the sword on the carriage and shouted heroically to Taoist Zhang who was driving the carriage, "From now on, Sen'er, Xiangcao will be taken care of by Taoist Zhang. Never let Sen'er return to Kyoto again. I will stop the pursuers behind." Lin Qing took a last look at the child, goodbye, my child, and jumped off the carriage angrily. Taoist Zhang hurriedly replied, "Madam, you drive the car, and I will stop the pursuers behind--". Before Taoist Zhang finished speaking, Lin Qing had jumped off the carriage, holding a long sword in his hand, standing firmly in the middle of the street with his long clothes fluttering. He vowed to use his life to stop the pursuers who were about to catch up. Taoist Zhang did not dare to stop, and whipped the horse hard and continued to gallop.

The carriage was speeding. In the carriage, the young and weak Xiangcao was holding the one-year-old Zhou Sen tightly. The six or seven-year-old Xiangcao couldn't hold the chubby Zhou Sen steadily. The carriage was swaying from side to side, and Zhou Sen's head hit the side window, the front wall, the front window, and the side wall. Zhou Sen, who was in the delicate body of a baby, had a brain filled with chaotic emotions, and could no longer feel the pain in his body and the coldness of the environment. What was going on? Was his family ransacked and exterminated? Is this a fucking TV show? I don't want such a plot. My eyes are crying and my heart is bleeding. He just turned one year old, and both his parents are dead. He is on the run.

Whoosh~whoosh~whoosh, the carriage that had been galloping for more than an hour stopped in the heavy rain. Taoist Zhang quickly jumped off the carriage, came to the back, and shouted to Xiangcao: "Xiangcao, hurry up and get off, we need to go across the river." Before Xiangcao could stand up straight, he took Xiangcao, who was holding Zhou Sen in his arms. He stabbed the horse's butt with a dagger, and then the black horse pulled the carriage forward like crazy and continued to gallop away.

Taoist Priest Zhang held Zhou Sen in his arms in the rain, and hurriedly walked to the riverside with the helpless Xiangcao. There was only a small boat that could only seat two or three people on the riverside, swaying in the wind. The boat didn't even have a canopy. The long boat pole twisted wildly in the river. After Taoist Priest Zhang carried Zhou Sen and Xiangcao onto the boat, he quickly untied the rope and quickly pushed the boat away from the shore. Oh my god, Zhou Sen cursed in his heart, in such heavy rain, such cold weather, such big waves, rowing such a small boat, wandering in the river, even if he was not caught by the soldiers, he would be frozen to death or drowned. The boat gradually moved away from the shore, and the river bank had disappeared from sight. From the shore, the sound of horses galloping past was heard. It should be the pursuers chasing the carriage that continued to run.

Zhou Sen's consciousness gradually began to blur, and his body became hot and cold. Is this my fate? After being trapped in the body of a baby for a year, is this the end? I haven't done anything yet. I haven't married a beautiful wife or concubines. I haven't enjoyed wealth and glory. The knowledge I learned in the nine years of compulsory education in the 21st century has not yet played its role in this decadent feudal dynasty. I can't just die like this. I want to overturn the verdict for my parents. I want to overturn the world with modern knowledge. I want to continue living... Thinking about it, I gradually lost consciousness and fainted.

The boat floated in the river for a night, and the heavy rain finally stopped. I don't know whether it was morning or afternoon, Xiangcao woke up in a daze. She looked at Zhou Sen, who depended on her in her arms, at a loss, with her eyes closed and her face pale. Xiangcao stretched out her little hand to touch Zhou Sen's little face. Uh, why is it so hot? She touched Zhou Sen's forehead again, and it was terribly hot. The weak Xiangcao was frightened and cried loudly. She cried and said to Taoist Zhang: "Master, please come and see what's wrong with the young master. His face is so hot. The nanny once said that the child's head cannot be burned. If it is burned, he will not wake up. Please come and see." Taoist Zhang put down the long pole in his hand, stepped over, touched Zhou Sen's forehead, sighed and said: "Well, it should be a high fever. Let's leave it to fate. It will take about two hours to bring him to the shore. Find a doctor to see him when we get there." After speaking, he shook his head silently, grabbed the long pole, rowed the boat hard, and rowed forward. Xiangcao, who had suffered multiple blows, could not help but burst into tears and prayed silently: "Young Master, you must not be in any trouble. You must get better. We are the only ones who depend on each other. I promised my wife that I would take good care of you."

Two hours passed slowly, and the boat finally reached the shore. The exhausted Taoist Zhang jumped onto the dock, quickly picked up Zhou Sen, and hurriedly ran to the street with Xiangcao. After running into a clinic, he walked directly to the doctor without thinking twice, handed Zhou Sen to the doctor, and shouted anxiously: "Doctor, take a look at this child. He has a high fever. Take a look at him quickly." The doctor looked at the three wet people and the baby in front of him, and did not dare to delay. He touched Zhou Sen's forehead and took his pulse. He immediately carried Zhou Sen into the back hall.

After putting Zhou Sen on the bed, he stripped him naked and began to wipe him with strong liquor. After half an hour of wiping, Zhou Sen's temperature finally came down slowly. Anxious Taoist Zhang asked the doctor: "What happened? Is he okay? Will he not wake up?" The doctor got up silently and asked the servant to get some dry clothes for Zhou Sen to wear. Then he shook his head and said, "The body temperature has dropped. I'll prescribe some medicine for him. You can find a way to give it to him. He should be fine." After touching Zhou Sen's head, he sighed and said, "The soul may not be able to recover. One of the three souls may be missing." Xiangcao, who was worried about Zhou Sen's condition, interrupted and asked, "Master Doctor, what does it mean that one of the three souls is missing? It won't be a problem." The doctor shook his head helplessly and said, "The child is too young. He was caught in such a heavy rain and had such a severe fever for a long time. One of the three souls must be missing. It is inevitable that he will be stupid in the future." Hearing this, Taoist Zhang also shook his head helplessly and regretted secretly, "Brother Zhou Wu, I'm sorry for you." No matter what, I will take care of your child until he grows up. When Xiangcao heard this, her eyes, which had been dry from crying, began to shed tears silently again. She also made up her mind to take good care of the young master. Taoist Zhang, after Xiangcao dried her clothes, packed the herbs, left the clinic, and continued her new journey.

The next morning, Zhou Sen woke up from his sleep in a daze. The air was filled with the smell of sandalwood. He opened his eyes and looked around. There were red wooden doors, hollow paper-pasted wooden windows, and wooden beams. All this made Zhou Sen realize that he was alive again in this world. The bitter taste in his mouth made Zhou Sen's consciousness gradually clear. Just when Zhou Sen wanted to get up and shout to find out the specific situation and where he was now, he found that his hands and feet were out of control and he could not control his body.

Zhou Sen began to think anxiously, and then Xiangcao's childish voice came from outside the door. "Young Master, I'm here to feed you medicine. Take more medicine and get better soon." Xiangcao walked in slowly, holding a steaming hot medicine bowl. After taking a sip of the bitter medicine, she turned her head to feed Zhou Sen, and found that Zhou Sen had opened his eyes and blinked. Overjoyed, she ran out crying with joy, shouting "Master Zhang, the young master is awake, the young master is awake, come and see."

After a while, Xiangcao, who was in high spirits, walked in hand in hand with the Taoist priest who had recovered his spirit. Taoist Zhang had gray hair and a childlike face, with bright eyes, and he looked like an immortal. After Taoist Zhang walked in, he looked at Zhou Sen, waved his fingers in front of Zhou Sen's eyes, and then said to Xiangcao, who was wearing peach blossoms, "It seems that he is alive, and his body should be able to recover gradually. But one of the three souls is missing, and he will inevitably become stupid in the future. Xiangcao, you have to take care of Sen'er more in the future." "Also, in the future in the Taoist temple, you can no longer call Zhou Sen Young Master, nor Zhou Sen, to avoid the government's investigation." Xiangcao felt very depressed when she thought that Zhou Sen might become stupid, and nodded silently. Taoist Zhang continued, "From now on, you and Zhou Sen should both become my disciples. With one less soul among the three, and one less wood among the three, Zhou Sen should be called Zhang Mumu from now on. You should also change your name to Zhang Muxiang and become my disciple. You will be my senior sister, and your main task in the future will be to take good care of Zhang Mumu." Xiangcao widened her eyes and said, "Taoist master, can I not be called Muxiang? Muxiang doesn't sound nice. It sounds like a big box. Can I still be called Xiangcao?" Taoist Zhang thought for a while and said, "Sure. You are not on the Zhou family tree yet, and you are not on the government's wanted list. You can continue to be called Xiangcao, Zhang Xiangcao." Xiangcao knelt down and kowtowed to Taoist Zhang.

When Zhou Sen heard this information, his head exploded. He was stupid, and one of his three souls was missing. He thought to himself, you are stupid, and your whole family is stupid. You stinky Taoist priest, I don’t want to be a Taoist priest under your door. Xiangcao is my child bride, and I can’t be a Taoist nun. I will get married in the future, and I want a beautiful wife and concubines. But the mind cannot control the body, and all this can only be accepted silently. After accepting the kneeling worship, Taoist Zhang said to Xiangcao: "Mumu, although he is awake, he still needs to drink the medicine. You continue to feed him." Then he turned and left the room. Xiangcao silently picked up the medicine bowl, took a sip of the soup, and fed it into Zhang Mumu's mouth one mouthful at a time.