My life of martial arts training

Da Li Dynasty, Qing Han Province, Qing Hu City.

The sky was clear and the sun was high.

Quack...

A group of black-feathered red-eyed crows flapped their wings across a messy cemetery, and finally stopped on the branch of a crooked tree, combing their feathers and looking down.

Not far below, next to the cemetery, an old man and a young man were holding a shovel and digging the soil.

"Huh..."

Shen Yuan stuck the shovel aside and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the yellow towel on his back.

He looked at the yellow-brown coffin beside him, his expression was dazed, and his heart was inevitably desolate.

"Xiao Yuan, take a rest if you are tired." The old man was thin, his skin was dark yellow, his hands were covered with calluses, and the skin on the back of his hands was cracked.

But the old man worked fast, and he brought up a lot of soil with a shovel.

"Grandpa Lu, it's okay, I'm sorry to bother you today." Shen Yuan shook his head.

"What are you talking about, kid? I've known Old Shen for more than ten years. Now that he's gone, can I not come?" The old man said solemnly with a serious face.

However, when he remembered that Shen Yuan would have to rely on himself to survive in the future, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The two of them dug the pit slowly, and the soil was hard. It was not until the sun set that a standard coffin pit nearly half a foot deep was completed.

Shen Yuan put the rope on one end, and the old man put it on the other side.

"Xiao Yuan, can you do it?" The old man looked at Shen Yuan's thin body and asked.

"Yes." Shen Yuan tried the weight of the coffin and nodded.

"Well, I'll count one, two, three, and we'll work together." The old man said with a relaxed face.

"One, two, three."

The two of them lifted the coffin together and slowly put it into the pit.

Fortunately, the wooden board used to make the coffin was very thin, and Old Man Shen was thin before he died, so the whole coffin didn't weigh much, so the two of them could lift the coffin.

After successfully placing the coffin under the pit, Shen Yuan pulled out the rope, rubbed his sore shoulders, then picked up the shovel beside him and started to bury the soil.

When the two of them buried the soil, the sky had been dyed red by the sunset.

After inserting a tombstone made of iron wood, the two of them worshiped and prepared to pack up their tools and leave.

Shen Yuan looked at the name on the tombstone in a daze.

Thinking of the experience of the previous few months, it was like a dream, muddled.

That's right, he traveled through time.

During a snow mountain climbing campaign, an avalanche broke out, and he was buried by countless snowflakes, and finally successfully traveled through time.

But unfortunately, what greeted him was not a domineering president, not a swordsman, not a world hegemon.

Instead, he was a beggar, a stinky beggar who almost starved to death on the street. If it weren't for the old man under the grave in front of him taking him in, he would have died again.

But now, the old man who took him in has died, and he has to live his future life by himself.

"Xiao Yuan, it's getting dark, we have to hurry back." The old man saw Shen Yuan in a daze and thought he was very sad, so he reminded him.

"Okay, Grandpa Lu." Shen Yuan came back to his senses, looked at the gradually darkening sky in the distance, and hurriedly picked up the tools on the ground and went back.

The era he traveled through was very similar to the ancient times in his previous life, but the degree of danger was far greater than that of the ancient times in his previous life.

In addition to the city, there were all kinds of ferocious beasts in the wild, which was not suitable for human habitation at all.

The two quickened their pace and finally arrived in the city before the sky completely darkened.

The ancient city wall, which was more than three meters high, gave people a sense of simplicity and oldness.

Entering the city, there was a wide street paved with bluestone bricks, but the bluestone bricks on the ground had been too long and no one maintained them, so they turned yellow and cracked.

From time to time, carriages passed by, bringing up gusts of dust.

"Xiao Yuan, tomorrow's team assignment, if it really doesn't work, let you go with Xiao Hu and the others." After returning to the city, the old man's face was obviously relieved.

"Thank you, Grandpa Lu, but I think I will meet a good teammate." Shen Yuan squeezed out a smile and said.

"I hope so." The old man sighed, obviously not optimistic.

The two crossed several streets and finally turned into an alley.

Shen Yuan quickly returned to his residence in this city.

The house is located in the middle of the alley, and it is a bungalow surrounded by bluestone.

"Don't cook. When I came out at noon, I asked my daughter-in-law to make an extra portion. After you finish eating, burn some firewood for old man Shen." The old man looked tired and bent slightly. After all, he was old and his recovery ability was not as good as that of young people.

"Yeah." Shen Yuan nodded and replied.

After dinner, the sky had completely darkened.

Shen Yuan took out a shabby black stove and put a thumb-thick firewood into the stove and lit it.

The orange flames dispelled the darkness around.

This was the last item of the funeral, burning some firewood for the dead, which was equivalent to burning paper money in the previous life.

Burning firewood for the dead seemed a bit disrespectful to the dead, but it was indeed a custom in Qinghu City.

Qinghanzhou was located in the northwest of the Dali Dynasty and was a cold and bitter area. It was only October now, but the cold wind at night was enough to freeze people to death.

Fortunately, the weather would warm up quickly at dawn.

The living people thought that their dead relatives were still suffering from the cold below, so they burned firewood for the dead to keep them warm.

Of course, this was just a custom among the poor.

The last item of the funeral lasted for half an hour.

With the last bit of light from the stove, Shen Yuan took out an oil lamp and lit it carefully.

He patted his numb legs and was about to go back to his room to sleep.

Just as he passed by the window, the worn, patinaed window paper suddenly fell off.

The cold wind outside was like a knife, cutting Shen Yuan's face, making his already pale face even paler, and the fire in his hand flickered.

Shen Yuan shuddered all over, quickly put down the kerosene lamp, took the tools beside him, and prepared to fix the window paper.

Bang bang bang...

After fixing the window paper, the cold wind outside was like a beast that didn't want to leave, constantly hitting the window paper.

Shen Yuan put down the tools, rubbed his frozen hands, and when his hands could almost move, he picked up the oil lamp on the table and walked towards the room.

Creak...

Pushing open the door, with the faint light of the fire, you can see firewood piled around.

Shen Yuan dragged his tired body, carefully holding the oil lamp, and walked to the bed in the corner. There were dry firewood all around. If he accidentally ignited it, he would either be buried in the sea of ​​fire or freeze to death outside.

He was still preparing to read a book, but as soon as he lay on the bed, he felt sleepy.

Huh...

Shen Yuan blew out the oil lamp, curled up into a ball, and huddled in the quilt.

The quilt exuded a fishy smell, which made people very uncomfortable, but it did not affect Shen Yuan at all, and he fell asleep quickly.

A dreamless night.

As soon as a ray of light appeared in the sky, Shen Yuan finished washing, picked up his fishing tools, put a piece of dry food in his arms, and opened the door.