I farmed in ancient times

2333 years.

Chinese Academy of Time Travel Research, First Research Center, Auditorium.

The [-] soft chairs were full of people, all of them were engrossed in listening to the speeches of the people on the stage, raising their pens to take notes from time to time, and no one spoke.

"...This space-time travel is of great significance. I would like to thank the 286 working researchers of the scientific research group for their contributions to this 'traceability' operation. Here, on behalf of the China Time-Space Shuttle Research Group, I would like to express my gratitude to the 873 researchers who have passed away. I would like to express my heartfelt thanks, their painstaking efforts have finally been completed and carried forward by future generations today."

The white-haired old man on the stage slowly raised his head.With sharp eyes, he straightened his back and raised his right hand to his chest. Everyone in the audience stood up and raised his right hand.

Everyone stared intently at the live broadcast on the screen on the stage. The national anthem resounded through every inch of the motherland through countless live broadcast platforms.

Thousands of miles away, on the giant take-off platform in Jiuquan, there are already three silver balls floating in the air, and three scientific researchers who have fully met the physical, psychological and intellectual standards are in place.

Cassia's immature face was presented in front of countless viewers through the live broadcast.

"Countdown, ten!"

"No! Cassia!! Come down!"

Outside the arena, Jue Ting hammered the barbed wire fence and was held up by armed police.

"Professor Jue, please calm down."

"six!"

"five!"

Jue Ting's ten fingers were digging at the barbed wire, wanting to tear him apart.

Cassia seemed to have sensed it, and glanced in the direction of Jue Ting through the thick alloy memory glass.

"two!"

"one!"

The ball was activated, and under the injection of countless gazes, a silver meteor appeared during the day and disappeared into the boundless blue sky.

Jue Ting's legs were weak, his eyes were darkened, and he fell back weakly. The armed police hurriedly stopped him to support him, and carried him to find an ambulance.

The ball rose rapidly, like a meteor streaked across the sky, rushed out of the clouds, then rushed out of the atmosphere, dragged out three long tails, and shot in three different directions.

After adapting to weightlessness, Cassia opened the seat belt, floated in the body, began to check the traceability situation, and contacted the earth in time.

"Headquarters, everything is normal on Traceable No. 1, and a wormhole has been captured."

"Trace to the source No. 1, please send the coordinates of the wormhole."

The traceability got off to a good start, and the tense nerves of the headquarters relaxed a little. After cheering, they began to busy lock the location of the wormhole, trying to get its measurements.

Cassia sent back the coordinates of the wormhole to the earth, and after a while, the earth sent back the data of the wormhole.

Cassia ate something, drank some water, clicked on it, and looked at it. It was a small wormhole half a meter long. The detector had already filtered out a wormhole less than one meter away. Why did it still catch it?

"Headquarters, I'll apply to have a look."

After getting the approval from the command center, Cassia pulled up the joystick, and the silver ball turned around and headed towards the small wormhole.

At the same time, the other two time machines successively discovered the positions of wormholes in the universe, and approached other wormholes one after another.

Cassia traveled through the universe for three full months with traceability, and finally arrived at the edge of the small wormhole.

From a distance, the wormhole looks like a large dish that has not been cleaned, quietly floating in the dark universe.

"Headquarters, Traceable No. 1 has arrived at the edge of the wormhole."

With the video on, Cassia drove Trace to the source and slowly approached the half-meter-diameter wormhole.

Compared with the volume of the traced source, the small wormhole is not as big as the traced piece of glass.

Seeing the action of Cassia Ming, the General Command angrily issued a warning: "Casia Ming! Please do not act without investigation before clearing it!"

"Yes! I'll withdraw right now." Cassia pulled the joystick with one hand and pushed it forward.

Headquarters: "..."

Cassia: "..."

"I'm sorry, it's reversed, I'll just..." Before Jueming finished his sentence, Traceability had already touched the edge of the wormhole, and the flat wormhole quickly expanded and swallowed the silver ball like Pac-Man.

The entire podium exploded.

In the vast universe, Traceable No. 1 seems to have evaporated, and there is no more signal.

Suyuan was swallowed by the wormhole, and the surroundings suddenly changed from weightlessness to normal gravity. Cassia fell from the air, leaned on the handle of the chair, and quickly buckled the seat belt.

I'm afraid... I'm about to become the 874th "honorable" researcher.Caesar looked forward anxiously. Through the glass, the scene inside the wormhole was distorted and dreamy.

Gravity gradually became stronger, Cassia gasped for breath, entered the password for Traceability, and dictated the changes inside the wormhole.

Inside the wormhole, invisible forces squeezed every inch of his body. Cassia felt like diving into the deep sea. He felt that his lungs were about to burst, his whole body was aching, and his limbs lost consciousness.

"Traceability No. [-]... The report is complete."

After saying the last sentence, Cassia's breath stopped and he lost consciousness instantly.

Gravity reached its extreme, everything turned into dust, matter invisible to the naked eye moved at high speed in the wormhole, spewed and recombined from another direction.

In the blue and mysterious universe, a silver meteor streaked across the center of the hot sun, and a crack opened somewhere in the sky. The meteor fell heavily in the dense forest, startling countless homing birds.

In the depths of the forest, the dazzling blue light flickered dozens of times in the dark sky, then withdrew the light and moved quickly to hide.

The wind is furious to tear down the house, and the rain comes like a bank bursting.

Early spring is approaching, the sound of rain is beating on the leaves, and under the dim red sky, an old carriage drives out of the narrow path.

The middle-aged man got out of the carriage, held his younger son tightly in his hands, and carried the flushed older son on his back, holding an oil-paper umbrella and hurried along the field ridge to a row of well-arranged houses.

After meeting old friends, the simple villager led the man to put the eldest son on the bed. The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and the middle-aged man followed him to meet Lizheng in the village, and then walked towards the foot of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain there are two small green brick courtyards. Li Zheng walked to the door of one of them and opened it. The key was handed over to a middle-aged man. The man and the villagers roughly cleaned up the house, spread out the bedding, and hurried down the mountain to pick up the elder and younger sons. , After setting it up, he breathed a sigh of relief and cupped his hands in thanks.

It was stormy outside.

The eldest son in the house closed his eyes tightly, his lips were dry, and his face was flushed uncharacteristically. The middle-aged man let the younger son watch over him, and awkwardly fetched a bucket of water from the well in the courtyard, and boiled it with great effort. Cut off the middle clothes, soaked them in hot water, wrung them out and put them on the eldest son's forehead.

"Father—" the youngest son looked at the man timidly, "When will brother wake up?"

The man looked worried, "It's just the wind and cold. Dad will go to the doctor tomorrow morning to take a good look at your brother."

The child nodded, and leaned beside his brother, holding his slightly hot hand.

The middle-aged man went to borrow rice in the rain again, and when he came back, he boiled a few bowls of porridge for his son, and took care of his younger son hastily.

"It's an emergency that can't be delayed, and you've delayed it for so long, I'm afraid it's..." The doctor shook his head, looked at the child on the bed who had too much air to breathe, and said regretfully, "I'm afraid it's not very good.

"

The middle-aged man clenched his eldest son's hand, "Doctor!"

"You are too young to be cured with violent methods. I will prescribe a prescription for you. As for whether it can be cured or not, it all depends on his nature." The doctor took out a pen and paper, and prepared a prescription. The middle-aged man hurriedly folded it Put it in your arms, send the doctor to the town all the way, grab three sets of medicine and go home, after decocting the medicine, help the eldest son, pinch his mouth and pour the medicine into it.

On the third day, the eldest son's temperature finally dropped, and his expression eased a lot. The middle-aged man sat by the bed, holding the hands of his two sons.

Cassia seemed to hear someone whispering in his ear.

——Did the time travel fail?Brought to the motherland?

Feeling the gradual recovery of various body functions, Jueming's eyelids trembled and opened suddenly.

In front of him was a dilapidated roof, on which spider webs could be vaguely seen.

"Brother!" The child jumped up, climbed onto the bed and stretched out two small hands to hold his brother's face, "Brother! You finally woke up!"

--elder brother?

Who is this little boy with a ball head in front of him?Caesar was stunned for a moment, then broke away from the little kid's hand, and looked aside.

Middle-aged man: "Jade Ming, you've woken up."

The man looked about 40 to [-] years old, looking at himself with a smile on his face. Behind him was an empty room.

Jueming pulled back his gaze, and only then noticed that the man in front of him was wearing the clothes of the ancients in the information provided in the source tracing project. Judging from the style, the round-neck white sleeveless shirt looks like the clothes of the Song Dynasty.

That's right, in such a civilized society, which man would grow his hair to waist length.

After identifying which dynasty they belonged to and what official language they spoke, Jueming blinked, contemplating the ancient language he had learned before implementing the origin tracing plan, swallowed a mouthful of saliva to moisten his throat, and said hesitantly, "Where is this?"

The middle-aged man didn't know that he changed places before and after he fell asleep, and suppressed his joy, "Just wake up, this is the hometown of your friend Uncle Chen, Damo Township."

Desert Township?Jueming pushed the wriggling little kid off his body, raised his legs and got out of bed, the man held him down: "You are just fine, what are you doing when you get up?"

——Why are my legs getting shorter?

Jueming raised his head strangely, and suddenly found that he was 1.7 meters five, but he had to look up to see his face when he was standing in front of the man, and then lowered his head and stretched out his palms. not a single one.

Cassia: "!!!"

——Become a child yourself? ? !

Seeing him in a daze, the man thought he had a fever and burned his brain, so he hurriedly picked up his son and put him on the bed, "Are you thirsty? I'll bring you a bowl of tea."

After all, leave one big and one small inside the house, and hurried out.

Jueming stared at the little boy on the bed, who held his brother's hand, not knowing what happened today, his brother seemed a little strange.

"elder brother……"

"Cough." Jue Ming rubbed his little head, "Little friend, what's your name? What's your brother's name?"

The little kid blinked, and asked first: "Brother, have you burnt out your brain?" Then he jumped off the bed, and then said: "Daddy's name is Cen Daonian, my name is Chaoan, and my brother's name is Jueming. We just came from a Great place to come here.”

Cassia stared, unable to digest the information.

——Could it be that time travel failed?No, I did come to this place through a wormhole in 2333, and I did "change" into a little boy.

Looking down at his hands and looking at his shortened legs, Jueming remembered that when his father was still there, he had studied a subject called "Human Magnetic Field Exchange".

It is said in the subject that everyone has their own magnetic field, whether strong or weak, if one person's magnetic field happens to disappear, and another magnetic field happens to be on the side, there is a certain chance to replace it.

In short, borrow the corpse to resurrect the soul.Thinking of this, Jue Ming was stunned for a while.

"Come on, drink some water." Cen Daonian took a bowl of warm tea, stuffed it into Cen Jueming's hand, and said, "The rainstorm just stopped outside, and everywhere is muddy, and you just woke up, you haven't recovered yet, so you can't go out to see the wind."

"En." Jueming answered vaguely, inexplicably occupying his son's body, Jueming was a little uneasy, drinking from a large porcelain bowl while secretly looking at Cen Daonian who was standing aside.

Cen Daonian didn't seem to notice anything unusual, seeing that Jueming had finished his drink, he asked for a bowl for him to rest in the room.

The body has not been able to pass through, and the traced body should not have come over. The execution of the traced plan is considered a success, but how to go back?

Caesar was leaning on the head of the bed and meditating. The little kid beside him saw his brother listless, and touched his body with his two little hands for a long time, and then took out a piece of dog's tail grass.

"Brother, I'll give you the grass, don't be unhappy." Cen Chaoan threw the dog's tail grass into Cassia Ming's arms.

"I'm not unhappy." Jueming held the dog's tail grass and patted Xiao Chao'an's head.

"Brother, this blue bead is so beautiful, can I touch it?" Cen Chaoan took the opportunity to kick off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, staring straight at Cassia with a pair of round eyes, clear and harmless like a deer.

Blue beads?What beads?Jueming lifted the quilt, and the beads that his father gave him before his death were lying quietly on the bed, looking at the location, it was at hand.

Cen Daonian was only happy that his son was fine, so he didn't notice, but Cen Chaoan, a little guy, saw the pearl.

This finger-sized blue bead was put on Cassia Ming's neck by his father himself. It is not made of jade or crystal. During this time, the light waves flowed. Cassia Ming liked it very much since he was a child. But the beads came here along with the soul.

Caesar took a look at the bead and handed it to Cen Chaoan.

Cen Chaoan happily held the beads, put one hand on his brother's arm, and leaned against Cassia Ming quietly holding the beads and looking at the light.

……

After resting for two days, a lot of news about Cen's father came out of Cen Chao'an's mouth. Chao'an was young and didn't know much.

There is only one thing, Cen Chao'an has never seen his mother since he can remember, it was Cen's father who brought up the two children by himself.

The family of three used to live in a big yard, there were many people in it, and they could eat delicious food every day.

delicious.

Cassia Ming is heartbroken, it's fine to use the dead body to resurrect the soul, why can't Trace the Source No. 1 be more courageous, and travel forward for a while! ?

Haven't had time to try the ancient food without additives!

Father Cen came out of the door, his face overflowing with joy, "Father is discussing with Li today to open a school in the village. We can open up wasteland behind the house to grow some melons, fruits and vegetables. We can count on it. When the spring plowing arrives , I will cultivate the land well... In short, I won’t let you go hungry!”

Father Cen's loving eyes fell on his youngest son, and then glanced at Cen Jueming, "I see that your illness is almost cured, and the ground outside is also dried up, take Chaoan out for a walk, remember not to leave Far."

Jueming nodded, and led the excited Cen Chaoan towards the door.

It wasn't until the two sons had walked out of the gate that Father Cen looked away thoughtfully.

——After the eldest son recovered from the cold, something was wrong everywhere.

Father Cen shook his head, rolled up his sleeves, picked up an axe, and slowly chopped wood in the courtyard.