I'm not sick! So do my other personalities!

"knocking?"

"Bohuang, you must be having a nightmare."

The boy at the door replied nonchalantly. He tightened his grip on Zhou Zhen's arm again and urged, "Stop talking about this. If you're late, you won't be able to eat!"

As he said that, the other party seemed to be very anxious. He pulled Zhou Zhen's arm hard and walked directly in one direction.

Zhou Zhen was too weak and was quickly pulled out of the house.

As soon as I walked out of the house, a chill came over me quietly.

Although it was cold to stand at the door with the cold wind blowing after the door was opened, after all, the room blocked part of the room for him. Now standing completely outside, the cold morning fog instantly enveloped my whole body, and the coldness that seemed to come from my bones immediately rose up along my spine.

Zhou Zhen couldn't help but trembled, and at the same time quickly analyzed the current situation...

The young companion in front of me had a very natural look on his face. He must have indeed not heard the knock on the door last night. I wonder if he was the only one who did this, or if no one else heard it?

They are now going to play the game of "touch the blind man". This game is not easy for two people to play, and there will definitely be other children in the village.

When you can play games, you can ask other children about the situation.

Also, he is very hungry now, and according to this companion, it seems that he can get something to eat by playing games.

In addition to these, "Nine-tailed Fox" does not know where he is. He cannot restore "digital energy" in a short time now, and "Nine-tailed Fox" is also an experimental subject. I don't know if the other party has any special way to do it. Restore "digital energy"?

When you get to the place where you play games, you can observe the actions of other children to see if the "nine-tailed fox" is there.

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhen followed the boy beside him and walked forward while looking around calmly.

At night, although the moonlight is good, the lighting is limited after all.

It was bright now, and even if there was mist blocking it, the visibility was still much better than at night.

Zhou Zhen glanced around and immediately saw that in front of the door of the hut where he lived, there was indeed a tidied vegetable bed. It was not completely empty inside, but some straw was spread to keep warm and block the vegetable leaves below.

Judging from the leaves seen through the gaps in the straw, there are radish, mallow, and some wheat.

At the end of the vegetable patch is a ditch used to divert water, which seems to be connected to the pond outside the window.

This is the dry season, there is no water in the ditch, and there are some withered and yellow weeds growing there.

A row of hibiscus trees, about the height of an adult, was planted on the ditch to act as a hedge, enclosing the vegetable patch at the entrance of the hut. There was a gap between the hibiscus trees. Directly opposite the gap, a piece of hibiscus was placed on the ditch and had only been roughly tended. The stone slabs serve as a bridge. On the other end of the bridge, a small door woven with bamboo strips is leaning against the branches and leaves of hibiscus. It is regarded as the door of the yard. It has no protective capabilities and seems to be only used to prevent poultry from entering the vegetable patch.

It was this hedge that blocked Zhou Zhen's view at night, making it difficult for him to see what was happening a little further away.

After exiting the courtyard gate, Zhou Zhen immediately saw a relatively spacious open space with houses far and near.

This was an out-and-out poor and backward village. He walked in one direction under the leadership of the boy. Along the way, he couldn't see any buildings other than huts, not even a brick house.

The only difference is the size of the thatched huts, the largest one only has three huts in a row.

As he walked, Zhou Zhen gradually frowned. He didn't see the time and space tunnel he came from!

The time and space tunnel can transmit one-dimensional consciousness. Only through the time and space tunnel can he come to ancient times and travel back.

But if the space-time tunnel is not in this village, or not even near this village, then it will be very troublesome to go back.

In ancient times, information and transportation were backward. Finding the time and space tunnel was by no means an easy task!

Of course, the worst possibility is that the space-time tunnel is one-way and can only go from 2127 to ancient times.

There is no way to go back to 2127 from ancient times!

However, after Lu Xingkuan was able to enter the time and space tunnel before, he returned to Tongfu City. Although his body was parasitized, it also showed that the time and space tunnel was not one-way.

"The 'Ashes Order' arranged for Lu Xingkuan to enter the space-time tunnel in advance. They should have considered this issue for a long time and specially used it for testing."

"Maybe it's not just the road that's wide..."

"Those wanderers who mistakenly entered Qingquan Valley were probably arranged by the 'Ashes Order'."

Just as they were thinking about it, they had arrived at the door of a house.

The house of this family is obviously more regular than other houses in the village, and the yard is larger. The fence is not a simple hedge, but a low wall made of adobe. There is also a wooden door head on the courtyard door to block it. Some storms.

Under the door are two thin wooden doors with faded Spring Festival couplets on them. They are now ajar, and the noise of chickens, ducks and geese can be heard in the yard, as well as the sound of people chirping.

From the low wall, you can see that above the rightmost thatched house inside, billowing smoke is coming out of the chimney, along with the black ashes of burned straw. At the same time, the aroma of food fills the air. Come, making Zhou Zhen and his companion beside him swallow at the same time.

"We've arrived at the village chief's house!"

With that said, his companion picked up Zhou Zhen and walked in faster.

As soon as I opened the courtyard door, I saw several adults in patched clothes walking in and out of the spacious courtyard, as if they were cooking.

A dozen children of different heights gathered in twos and threes and played in various corners. These children were both male and female. They were all dressed in gray. The occasional bright color was just the headband that tied their hair, dyed a little dull red.

At this moment, all the children looked very expectant and smiling, looking very happy.

Seeing Zhou Zhen and the others coming in, a boy wearing terry brown clothes that were clearly made from adult clothes and wearing a pair of silky straw sandals on his feet immediately waved and said, "Bo Hong! Uncle Dou! This way!"

Uncle Dou immediately pulled Zhou Zhen and walked towards the boy. As he walked, he asked, "Zhongsong, what are you eating today?"

Zhongsong's eyebrows were slender and his cheeks were red and full of chapped red bloodshot threads. He was bouncing on the spot to keep warm. When he heard this, he looked around, waited for the two people to get closer, and then replied in a very low voice and very mysteriously: "There's meat today!"

When Uncle Dou heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, showing an extremely excited expression, and his body that was shivering from the cold seemed to relax a lot.

Zhou Zhen watched quietly from the side, silently observing his surroundings.

The courtyard of the village chief's house covers an area of ​​two acres by visual inspection. A vegetable patch is surrounded by a hedge in the southeast corner. The inside is the same as the thatched house he lives in, covered with straw to keep the vegetable seedlings warm.

Next to the hedge, there is a small pond of about ten square meters, I don't know whether it is formed naturally or artificially. There are some water plants floating in it, and some fallen leaves. The water plants and fallen leaves are motionless at the moment, covered by the thin ice. Sealed on the water.

At this moment, there is white mist rising from the surface of the pool, and it is diffused, excluding poverty and backwardness, and it has a filter feeling like a fairyland on earth.

There is a large persimmon tree that needs to be hugged growing beside the pond. Its bare branches tilt towards the center of the pond. During this season, most of the persimmons must have been picked, leaving only a few that are near the top and cannot be picked. The shriveled orange-red color is particularly conspicuous in the gray winter morning, lighting up the color of this small courtyard like lanterns. .

There is a little revetment under the tree with stones to facilitate washing.

This pond seems to have no running water, and the water color is greener, not as clear as the small pond outside Zhou Zhen's thatched house.

The rest of the place is all compacted mud. On the ground near the entrance of the main house, there are a few withered yellow grass leaves, and a few chickens are pecking at them. From the entrance of the thatched house to the entrance of the courtyard, there are embedded A few stones serve as stepping stones, probably for the convenience of traveling in rainy and snowy days.

In addition to chickens, there are also some free-range ducks and geese in the yard. Some of them got into the water and smashed a few thin pieces of ice between their edges, and some of them pulled a few withered yellow cabbage leaves with the chickens.

A pastoral dog with a black back and white belly was tied by a rope and was lying under the hedge. It was obviously very familiar with the people in the yard. Its chin was resting on its front paws, and its tail was wagging every now and then. There is no warning barking at all.

In an ordinary farmhouse, everything looks normal.

After Zhou Zhen looked at the environment of the yard, he turned to look at the crowd beside him.

Most of the children were very happy, either talking childish words, chasing and playing, or picking up a branch, digging up earthworms in the soft mud by the pond... having a great time.

But among them was a boy of the same age who had a mole on his neck. Like Zhou Zhen, he had a well-placed smile on his face and his eyes quickly roamed around, constantly observing various clues.

Zhou Zhen's eyes narrowed slightly.

There might be something wrong with this boy!

At this moment, the other party seemed to notice something, and his eyes happened to glance at Zhou Zhen, and they happened to meet Zhou Zhen's eyes.

Zhou Zhen's expression remained unchanged, and he had vaguely guessed in his heart that the other party might be the "nine-tailed fox"!

The next moment, the boy with a mole on his neck fixed his gaze on Zhou Zhen for a second, and then quickly looked away, as if he had also guessed Zhou Zhen's identity.

At the same time, Zhou Zhen also turned away his eyes.

There is too little information now, and neither side has any plans to go over and recognize each other immediately.

Zhou Zhen continued to observe the others. Looking around, he saw nothing special except the boy with a mole on his neck.

At this time, seeing that Zhou Zhen remained silent, Shu Dou pulled him and asked immediately: "Bo Kang, what are you thinking about?"

Zhou Zhen came to his senses and replied calmly: "It's nothing."

With that said, Zhou Zhen looked at Zhong Song and asked in a low voice: "Zhong Song, did you hear the knock on the door last night?"

Zhong Song shook his head and replied with certainty: "No!"

"Who would knock on someone else's door after they've gone to bed at night?"

Uncle Dou nodded beside him and said, "Bo Kang, I told you, you must have had a nightmare last night!"

Seeing that the two friends who knew the original owner said this, Zhou Zhen did not continue to argue and only replied vaguely: "Well, maybe I heard wrong..."

While the three of them were talking, two stout young women walked out of the main room of the hut, carrying a large pot of steaming soup.

Behind the two young women followed a thin child.

"Give way, don't burn it!" When the two women saw all the children in the yard surrounding them, they hurriedly chased them away with a smile, "We'll have them all when we set up the pots, don't worry!"

With that said, they worked together to place the pot on a wooden frame, and then let go after making sure it was stable.

Next, one woman arranged for the children to line up, and the other woman returned to the house, dragged out a large basket filled with wooden bowls and chopsticks, and began to prepare meals for the children.

"I want the front!"

"I was the one who came first!"

"Both of us came before you!"

"Get in line, get in line! Whoever gets in line first gets in front!"

"Yes! You are not allowed to cut in line!"

With the hot soup in front, the cold and hungry children immediately began to fight for the position at the front of the line. However, Zhou Zhen deliberately delayed a few steps, separated from Shu Dou and Zhong Song, and lined up at the tail of the line.

The boy with a mole on his neck who had just looked at Zhou Zhen had the same idea. He also moved a few steps slower and lined up behind Zhou Zhen.

At the same moment, the woman who dragged the big basket out began to pick up a wooden bowl, poured half a bowl of soup into it with a large spoon, and then handed it to a little boy at the front of the team.

The boy took the wooden bowl and couldn't wait to take a bite. His face was immediately distorted by the heat, and he almost shed tears.

But he had no intention of giving up. After taking a few breaths, he immediately wanted to take a second bite.

The woman making soup said with a smile while making the second bowl: "Slow down, I told you to be careful of scalding..."

Immediately afterwards, the second bowl of soup was prepared, and the second child took it and took a big sip immediately, and then his tongue was burning.

Next is the third child receiving the soup...

The whole process was orderly, the hot soup in the big pot sank little by little, more and more children received the hot soup, and the queue became shorter and shorter.

Soon the sound of people drinking soup could be heard in the yard, and the smoke of fireworks seemed to dilute the mist and chill of winter.

However, compared with this warm scene in the world of mortals, Zhou Zhen stood motionless in the queue, his eyes fixed on the man who followed the two women who walked out of the village chief's house and never queued or drank the soup. Child.

The child was described as thin, with dark skin, and was standing not far from the iron pot with dull eyes.

Zhou Zhen was very familiar with the other party's outline.

This was what he saw from the window last night, the child knocking on the door!

At this moment, the little boy behind him with a mole on his neck suddenly approached Zhou Zhen and asked in a very low voice: "Did you hear the knock on the door last night?"

Zhou Zhen immediately came back to his senses. He nodded slightly and became even more sure that the other party was the "nine-tailed fox"!

So, Zhou Zhen replied in a very low voice: "The knock on the door should only be heard by the two of us..."

The child behind him nodded and continued to whisper: "I am Lu Xingkuan, are you Zhang Xi? Xu Xiang? Wang Kui? Or Li Hao?"

Asking for a monthly ticket!

PS: Thank you everyone for your concern and treatment suggestions. I have to wait for a day of fluids today. Now I am not so uncomfortable, but I am still hungry and dizzy. This plot of the protagonist and the hungry child is so empathetic...