Zhen Mingbitter dreamed of his uncle again.

His uncle was smiling and smiling under an ancient pine tree perched on a cliff, leaning his back against the tree, smoking a dry tobacco in his mouth, and wearing the fancy suit he had bought for him.

From the pine tree behind him, thin red ropes hung down, some of which were tied to one end of the rope, and some of which were tied to the others.

Zhen Mingku came to his uncle and sat down without saying a word.

"Ku Ding'er, why did you come up?"

Zhen Mingku said angrily: "You are allowed to come up?" ”

His uncle looked puzzled: "It's not time yet, how many wives have you married?" ”

"Marry a fart, just kiss a woman's thigh, and burp, what kind of old man are you doing, no wonder you were punished by the Emperor of Heaven."

His uncle pinched his fingers and said with a smile: "I made a mistake and made a mistake, I was too anxious, this time it's right, how about it, will you go back?" ”

"Are you my uncle? I've been abused like this, and you still let me go back, is that a place for people? I'll talk to you right here. ”

When his uncle heard this, his face was anxious, and he looked at the smoke in the distance with a little unease, as if there was someone there who made him jealous.

Zhen Ming was stunned for a moment, then stood up with a smile on his face: "It's my aunt, right?" Let's go, take me to meet, I've never seen what my aunt looks like, well, it's so fragrant, it's my aunt cooking soy milk, right? I'm really hungry when I smell it......"

"Don't inquire about me, what's your business, go back and enjoy your blessings, what do you mess with me?" His uncle hurriedly stood up, and with a flick of the dust whisk in his hand, Zhen Mingku's volley flew up and fell towards the cliff behind him......

After a cold sweat, Zhen Ming woke up bitterly, and the fragrance of soy milk poured into his nostrils.

In a daze, he vaguely saw a hazy figure appear in front of him, with black hair, her clothes were completely soaked, clinging to her graceful and graceful body, curves were exposed, but the light in the room was dim, and he was a little delirious, he only saw a general outline, it seemed to be a young woman, sitting beside him with a steaming pottery bowl.

He tried to open his eyes, but found that he didn't even have the strength to hold up his eyelids.

Immediately after, a spoonful of hot soy milk poured into his mouth.

The heat ran down his throat, reached his lungs, and finally spread to his whole body, and it was the first time he felt this warm feeling in more than a year since he came to this strange world.

After a long period of pain, even a little bit of warmth made him feel touched like never before.

Spoonfuls of hot soy milk poured into his mouth, and his body finally regained a trace of temperature, but he still couldn't stop shivering.

After drinking the soy milk, he felt a little warmer in his body, and then, a pair of soft and warm hands gently groped on him, carefully removing his clothes with flesh and leather.

Every time he tore a rag from his body, it was torn off with flesh and blood, and he broke out in a cold sweat in pain.

Noticing his clenched teeth and painful expression, the woman seemed to be afraid that he would bite off his tongue, so she got up and took a white cloth from the side, kneaded it into a ball, pried open his mouth with a spoon, and stuffed it in.

Half an hour later, she finally cleaned the stains on the wounds on his body, and then she took a piece of white gauze used to filter soy milk from the side, tore it into white gauze, and bandaged the wounds on his body one by one.

After bandaging him, she covered him with a warm quilt, then straightened up, reached out and pulled the wet hair that was a little messy on the side of her forehead behind her ears, supported her hands around her waist, and rubbed her slender waist, which was a little sour because she had bent over for too long.

Maybe when she looked down, she saw that all the wet clothes on her body were attached to her body, the translucent thin fabric made her look almost like she was not wearing clothes at this time, the two points of blush in front of her plump and huge breasts loomed, her face couldn't help but blush slightly, and secretly glanced at Zhen Mingku, who was delirious on the bed, and saw that he was already unconscious, so she was slightly relieved.

She squatted down, dragged out a wooden box from under the bed, took a few clothes from it, turned around and walked to a corner of the room, closed the curtain, and after a while, she came out of the curtain with a new set of dry underwear, her long black and slightly wet hair was casually coiled behind her back, walked to the stove, and got busy with her own business.

Zhen Mingzhu was lying on the bed, dimly seeing a slender back, standing not far away, busy in an orderly manner, his eyelids gradually heavy, and he fell asleep groggily. ……

A chirping of birds woke Zhen Mingku from his deep sleep.

When he opened his eyes again, he was greeted by the eaves with a few remnants of tiles, and the sky so blue that it was so refreshing.

The gentle sunlight shines through the tattered roof, and the body is warm and comfortable.

He turned his head and looked around.

To his left is a desk with only three legs, and a wooden Buddha statue with gold paint long gone, and the incense burner on the desk has broken into several pieces and scattered in all corners.

The things around him were telling him that he was in a ruined temple at this time.

Could it be another dream, where is that gentle woman now? Zhen Mingku can't tell what a dream is and what is reality.

He struggled to sit up, and after some intense effort, he finally sat up.

The stiffness that came from his body made him can't help but glance down at his body.

His body was densely wrapped with a layer of white gauze, and the blood from the wound seeped out of the gauze, and the blood stains had dried up and had scabbed.

Someone cleaned his wound and bandaged it carefully. In addition to the bandaged wound, the body was also wrapped in a thin cotton quilt that was clean and neat, and there was a faint fragrance.

He glanced around, but there was no one in sight.

Suddenly, his eyes stayed on a vacant lot not far away, a set of dry and neat cloth clothes neatly stacked, as well as a bowl of soy milk and two dry steamed buns that had already been cold.

Not a dream.

He was stunned for a moment, but he couldn't remember how he was in this place, he crawled in front of the bowl of soy milk, and with two hands that had almost lost the ability to hold things, he trembled and picked up the bowl of soy milk, which was as white as milk, and poured it into his mouth in one go.

Soy milk is not sugared, but it is the most memorable delicacy he has ever drunk in his life, and steamed buns are also the only food he has eaten in the past few months.

After a bowl of soy milk and two dry and tasteless steamed buns, he felt satisfied like never before.

After a few months of torture, he almost forgot what it was like to drink a bowl of soy milk freely without a bamboo stick piercing his nails, no iron hook through his shoulder, and no hot iron on his body.

There is no food in the world that can compare to this bowl of fragrant soy milk.

After drinking the soy milk, he picked up the clean and tidy but slightly shabby set of clothes on the ground, put them on with great effort, and stood up staggering with the incense burner desk next to him, and carefully looked the clothes up and down, left and right.

From the style of the clothes alone, it is impossible to see which dynasty in Chinese history is the clothing, he studied science, history is not his strong point, and if you want to infer the dynasty from the style of a piece of clothing, that is what archaeologists can do.

The cloth is made of coarse linen, slightly shorter than the robe and slightly longer than the tunic in between, with a length from the neck to the knees, with limited warmth, and a well-made linen belt.

After getting dressed, he picked up the broken table leg on the ground and limped out of the temple gate as a crutch.