Guide to traveling through the Northern Song Dynasty

It didn't take long before Zhu Guoxiang brought back a handful of herbs, threw them on the ground and said, "Crush them and apply them externally."

"What kind of grass is this?" Zhu Ming asked curiously.

Zhu Guoxiang introduced: "I don't know the scientific name of Plover Grass. It specializes in treating traumatic bleeding. In the past, the medical conditions in rural areas were poor, so if you suffered a minor injury, you would collect your own medicine."

I found a relatively flat rock and used the leftover mineral water bottles to fetch water from the river to rinse the rocks.

Then he cut off a branch, cut it into a short stick with his sword, and pounded the plow grass on the rock.

Both father and son were covered with bruises from the fall. They immediately took off their clothes and helped each other apply the herbal medicine externally.

After dressing the wound and putting on clothes, Ju Ming said: "If this is Xixiang County, then it probably does not belong to the Ming Dynasty or Qing Dynasty."

"Why?" Zhu Guoxiang asked humbly.

Ju Ming pointed to the land at his feet with his sword: "The terrain here is relatively flat, and it is next to a river. It can be easily cultivated into fertile farmland. Regardless of the Ming Dynasty or the Qing Dynasty, the Hanzhong mountainous area has been greatly developed. The situation here cannot be deserted."

Zhu Guoxiang nodded and said, "That makes sense."

Ju Ming swung his sword to cut down several branches, peeled off the excess branches and leaves, stood at several positions, and threw them towards the river with all his strength.

Except for one place where the terrain backflowed, the rest of the branches drifted in the same direction.

"That's downstream." Ju Ming pointed to the left.

Although the riverside was still full of thorns, it was at least much smoother, and the father and son were traveling faster.

After half a day, all the instant noodles were eaten, leaving only the food picked along the way.

I felt very uncomfortable in my stomach and was severely lacking in oil and water.

They bumped into a hare on the way. Before the father and son could react, the hare jumped into the grass and disappeared.

More squirrels are encountered, but they are harder to catch than rabbits.

I continued on my way hungry, and there was a large reed swamp ahead.

Zhu Guoxiang said: "Look among the reeds, maybe you can find bird eggs."

Ju Ming suddenly became energetic and accelerated the speed of chopping the plants.

Suddenly, there was a noise in the reeds, and more than a dozen birds suddenly flew up.

Immediately afterwards, several green deer sprang out and fled towards the hillside, screaming in panic.

Ju Ming rushed over to check and saw four weasel-like animals cooperating to attack a small deer.

The little deer was already dying and had been bitten on the neck. But it was still struggling, lying on its side and kicking its hooves wildly. The predator avoided its attack range and pounced on it from behind to bite it. Another hunter took advantage of the moment when the fawn turned over in panic and bit the deer's abdomen hard, tearing open a large hole in the abdomen, revealing the intestines inside.

"Weasel?" Ju Ming couldn't confirm.

Zhu Guoxiang said: "It is a honey dog, very fierce. Although it is not big in size, it is very courageous and can even hunt wild boar. I also ate it when I was a child, and the stew was quite good."

Ju Ming said excitedly: "I don't care if it's a honey dog ​​or a honey pig, it has something to eat!"

Honey dog, scientific name is yellow-throated marten.

They attacked the deer while they were drinking water by the river, but at this time they were targeted by humans.

Hearing the noise, the four honey dogs turned nervously and guarded the deer's body to confront Ju Ming.

Ju Ming was submissive in the face of the tiger, but struck hard in the face of the honey dog. He rushed over with his sword, and the four honey dogs were so frightened that they immediately ran away. After running away for a distance, they turned around and roared at Ju Ming, obviously condemning this shameless behavior.

"Thanks, brother." Ju Ming grinned.

The four brothers roared for a while and had no choice but to leave in anger.

The father and son sat down to skin the deer carcass, lit a fire and began to grill the delicious food.

While roasting, Ju Ming used his sword to scrape off the fat from the deer skin and smear it on the venison. At the same time, he explained: "I have watched foreign wilderness survival programs. Even if humans can eat meat for a long time, if there is a lack of fat intake, If you do, you will lose weight quickly. This oil cannot be wasted, but it is a pity that there is no container to refine the oil."

"There should be bamboo in the Qinling Mountains. Just wait until you encounter a bamboo forest. Bamboo tubes can be used as containers." Zhu Guoxiang said.

"We have mineral water bottles!" Zhu Ming had an idea.

He went to collect fresh reed leaves and weaved them together to make a big ugly spoon.

When grilling meat, use a large spoon to carefully catch all the melted fat. Wait for the grease in the spoon to solidify, then scrape it off and store it in a mineral water bottle.

After a hearty meal, the leftover venison was made into barbecued meat and half a bottle of solidified fat was obtained.

The deer blood was not wasted, so it was filled with another mineral water bottle. They are now lacking salt intake and the animal blood can replenish the salt.

It's a good time-travel drama, but its style has changed to survival in the wilderness.

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Travel through the sixth day.

The soles of the father and son's shoes were badly worn and they were expected to be scrapped after just a few days of walking.

My mobile phone and power bank are all out of power!

The two walked along the river bank until their legs almost broke, and the small river finally merged into the big river.

"This river must be Hanshui!"

Ju Ming pointed forward happily. He was not hungry now, but he was greedy for meat. Collecting wild vegetables along the way can satisfy my hunger, but my taste has faded away.

And, lack of salt!

When you get to Hanshui, you can meet living people, and maybe you can exchange for some supplies.

"Rest for a while first." Zhu Guoxiang was very tired. After living in the mountains for a few days, his hair has turned into rotten chicken coops and his beard is unkempt like a savage.

Sit by the river and wait, two or three hours pass.

"Hey, stay calm..."

On the river surface upstream, there were logs one after another, half-fixed together in the shape of an arrow.

A man stood in front of the arrow, controlling the direction with a long bamboo pole. There were two men standing a little later, also holding bamboo poles, helping the man in front to stabilize his direction.

This is placing rafts and using water flow to transport wood.

"Fellow, fellow, stop and say something!" Zhu Ming shouted at the top of his voice.

The three men transporting lumber turned their heads and glanced a few times, replied vaguely, and then passed by them along the river.

Ju Ming turned around and asked his father: "What are they talking about? I can't quite understand."

Zhu Guoxiang frowned and said: "It doesn't sound like Hanzhong dialect, but a bit like Shaanxi dialect. I didn't understand it completely."

"That's right!" Ju Ming said happily.

Ju Ming's historical knowledge came in handy and he immediately explained: "Hanzhong belongs to Sichuan in terms of language and culture. The population dropped sharply in the late Song Dynasty and the late Ming Dynasty, and there were two major waves of immigration. If Hanzhong is spoken like Northern Shaanxi dialect, then We have traveled to before the Yuan Dynasty. At this time, the Sichuan people, including the Hanzhong people, spoke something similar to the Liangyi dialect, a branch of the Qin and Jin dialects. And the modern Shaanxi dialect retains many characteristics of the ancient Qin and Jin dialects, so you It sounds like Shaanxi dialect. From a linguistic point of view, these people speak the Bashu dialect. This Bashu dialect is the Sichuan dialect of the Song Dynasty and before, and is different from the Sichuan dialect of later generations."

Zhu Guoxiang looked at his son in surprise: "You are in school, do you still need to learn these things?"

"I learned it myself after working in self-media." Zhu Ming explained casually.

Zhu Guoxiang asked again: "Which dynasty did the clothes of the three people just now look like?"

The rowing man floated past the middle of the river. Because of the distance, it stands to reason that he couldn't see clearly what he was wearing.

But after time travel, Ju Ming's eyesight improved significantly, and it can even be said to be far better than ordinary people. He shook his head and said: "Those three men wore turbans wrapped casually. They wore cardigans on the upper body and narrow-cut shorts on the lower body. This kind of dress cannot be distinguished from the specific dynasty. There is only one thing that can be confirmed, it is definitely not the hairstyle of the Qing Dynasty."

Zhu Guoxiang said: "How about waiting a little longer?"

"Yes, wait a moment." Ju Ming agreed.

The father and son began to collect wild vegetables nearby and rested while waiting for the boat.

In the afternoon, the boat finally arrived, and it was a fleet.

"Fellow, there's someone here, there's someone here!" the father and son shouted, waving branches.

The ancient people on the ship heard the sound and looked over, vaguely seeing two savages in strange clothes.

Then turning a blind eye, the fleet went down the river and gradually disappeared between the two mountains.

There are many bandits and water bandits in the Han River Basin, and ships do not dare to dock at will.

The father and son looked at each other, feeling that the ancients were too indifferent.

After a long time, Ju Ming said: "We should have traveled to the Song Dynasty."

"How did you confirm it?" Zhu Guoxiang asked.

Ju Ming explained: "There is a scholar standing on the bow of a boat, wearing a Dongpo scarf on his head. The Dongpo scarf originated in the late Tang Dynasty, matured in the Song Dynasty, and was still used in the Ming Dynasty. I saw The shape of the Dongpo scarf is mature, at least from the Song Dynasty. And based on the dialect of the man before, it can be determined to be before the Yuan Dynasty. Combining the above conditions, it is now either the Northern Song Dynasty or the Southern Song Dynasty."

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