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Chapter 4 Dazai of the first emperor

He walked in the sunbeam, Yun Lang saw his face for the first time.

If he ignores his shriveled mouth, his heaven is still full, a pair of thin Danfeng eyes are actually very good-looking, of course, if they don't look very obscene, they are a pair of beautiful eyes.

The tiger's back was carrying a thick wooden bow and a quiver full of feather arrows.

He felt Yun Lang's gaze and turned his head to say in a weird voice: "Don't die, if you die, you'll become tiger food."

After speaking, he followed the tiger out of the stone house.

Yun Lang was lost in contemplation.

He is also considered to be a person who travels from south to north, whether it is Chinese from the Western Regions, or from the Miao, Dai, and Han Chinese, even the Mongolian with a long tone, he has never heard this kind of tone from the grandmother Tiger. .

Not to mention, this guy said a total of two sentences, neither of which was directly meant by Yun Lang, but the news obtained after his translation.

Or, this guy is still an old saying.

Yunlang knows that the closer the age is to later generations, the closer their language is to later generations, and the less it sounds.

The reason why he is sure that the grandmother Tiger is saying something ancient is purely because he saw a bunch of bamboo slips.

The room was dark last night. Bamboo slips were piled up randomly in the corner of the wall. I thought it was firewood, and there were more bamboo slips under his body. The top was also covered with a thick layer of wooden tablets, which could be said to be lying. Learn the above.

This discovery made Yun Lang cry and laugh, how is it possible to fall behind to such a point, or can it be primitive to this point.

Only the talents before Cai Lun used bamboo slips ...

The skin burnt by the fire was hardening like armor, which made him want to bend his arm a daydream.

Fortunately, there seems to be a lot of room for movement in his neck, so his head can turn slightly to the left or to the right, which is much wider than yesterday ’s vision.

The fonts on the bamboo slips are known as Yunlang, which is a famous little seal, which is very consistent with the identity of the wooden tablet.

As for the content, those handwritings like patterns are too strange, and after looking at them for a long time, there are no words he can recognize on the bamboo slips.

It is actually the handwriting on the upper layer of the new wooden tablet that he can probably recognize some.

"The fifth day of the fifth month of May, the star is in the south of the sky, and the emperor's tomb is intact." This turned out to be a newly written note.

This made Yun Lang nervous, because he suddenly discovered that his proud knowledge did not seem to have a half advantage here.

These bamboo slips are not very old, and some of them can be called new, which shows that people here are still using bamboo slips in large quantities.

As the light in the stone house became more and more abundant, Yun Lang inspected the whole stone house with the eyes of an archaeologist.

Every time he saw something, his heart sank a minute, until a bronze barn that could only appear in the museum was randomly thrown at the door, he was already somewhat desperate.

"It's very narrow at the beginning, only through people. Repeated dozens of steps, suddenly bright. The land is flat, the house is like a house, there is the genus of Liangtian Michi Sangzhu. The traffic between the hills and the roads, the chickens and dogs are heard. Knowing as an outsider, Huang Fa fell down and was happy.

I was shocked when I saw the fisherman. Answer it. You have to return home, set up wine to kill chickens for food. He heard this person in the village, and Xian came to ask. Since the ancestors of Yun had avoided the chaos of Qin, he led his wife Yiren to this desperate situation, and never came back, so he was separated from outsiders. Asking what is this world, I do n’t know if there is a Han, no matter Wei Jin ... "

Yun Lang's mouth is full of words, although there is no voice in his throat, it does not prevent him from expressing his last hope in his heart.

According to legend, Hu Nai is a mountain patrol beast.

Because of the cold goodwill expressed by Grandma Tiger, Yun Lang prefers to call him a mountain **** rather than the evil Grandma Tiger.

In the evening, the mountain **** came back with the tiger. This time, the tiger not only carried a deer on his back, but also had two large bunches of fruit hanging on both sides of his body.

The deer was alive, but it was frightened by the tiger. When the grandfather or grandmother of the mountain **** dropped him from the back of the tiger, his legs were so weak that he was lying on the ground and yelled, but he dared not get up and escape .

Grandpa Shan took a large gray pottery bowl from the stone table, overturned the deer, and kneaded it under his belly.

A white splash came out, and soon a half-bowl was installed. Grandpa Shanshen dropped the deer, opened Yunlang's mouth again, and poured half a bowl of deer milk into it.

There is a slight milky smell, but the warm milk passes through the throat, like a spring rain moistening the arid land.

Seeing Yun Lang drinking milk greedily, Grandpa Shanshen's face without male and female features finally had a hint of smile.

His voice is difficult to hear, similar to being squeezed in his throat. If he can speak slower, Yun Lang may still be able to understand it, but unfortunately he speaks too quickly, so that Yun Lang does not understand anything.

"Huns?"

Grandpa Shan also seemed to be aware of this problem. He deliberately slowed down and asked one by one?

Yun Lang saw Grandpa Mountain God holding his hand on the hilt and gradually exerting his hand, and shook his head hard and hard.

"Shuren?"

Seeing the obvious disdain in the eyes of Grandpa Mountain God, Yun Lang shook his head again. He was unwilling to act as the lowest role in society.

"Good family?"

Yun Lang is very surprised. Liang Family is to be a soldier. General Han Li Guang and Han Zhuo Dong Dong Zhuo are both from Liang Family. It sounds like good. Above Liang Family is officials and nobles. Is it possible to say that there is no poverty here? ?

Grandpa Shan sees Yunlang to confirm that he seems to be relieved, and his hands are becoming gentler, not as rough as before.

A bowl of deer milk made Yun Lang confirm that he was no longer a tiger's ration, which made him very happy.

There are many thresholds in a person's life. Often, the threshold in front of them is the most important.

On the tenth day of coming to the stone house, Yunlang's dry voice was able to make some simple sounds. Although he was hoarse, he was very happy. As for the guy who was upgraded from Grandma Tiger to Grandpa Shan, it seemed very excited.

What makes Yun Lang most happy is not that his throat is recovering, but that the smell of barbecue on his body gradually dissipated.

The tiger always had something to do. He moved forward with him and sniffed the smell of roasted meat with his huge nose, which gave him great pressure.

The body is very itchy, the water in the charred shell is gradually evaporated, and gradually loses its elasticity, becoming hard.

Yunlang can feel that the body is detaching from the shell and the skin is itchy ... This is a good phenomenon, proving that his body is recovering.

Outside the stone house, there is a pocket woven by trees and vines. The pocket is very high from the ground and hangs on two huge pine trees. The pine tree extends diagonally outwards. Below is a deep stream, a stream that is not too big flows from the mountain stream Pass by.

Yun Lang now spends most of his time in this covered pocket, which makes Yun Lang feel extremely relaxed, where he can freely complete all the digestion and excretion processes required by his body without labor. Grandpa Mountain God.

Grandpa Shanshan, who likes to talk to people, first taught Yun Lang to speak word by word. Although the voice in Yun Lang's mouth didn't make any sense, he still enjoyed it.

Soon, Yun Lang knew the identity of Grandpa Mountain God, which he had always been proud of, and was willing to let Yun Lang know.

Grandpa Shan is the Dazai under the Emperor of the First Emperor. This official position is very high. During the Zhou Dynasty, Dazai was in charge of the six classics of governance, teaching, ceremonial, political, penal, and deeds, which is equivalent to the official position of the prime minister.

Just after arriving at the Emperor Shi, Dazai became a courtier, responsible for the clothing, food, housing, and transportation of the Emperor Shi. This is the supreme glory.

This generation is already the fourth generation, because each generation is Dazai, so his name is also called Dazai.

This is obviously not in line with Yun Lang's yearning for peach blossom ...

Taohuayuan is only a secret and remote, and the first emperor counted the four generations of a family afterwards ... but only in the middle of the Western Han Dynasty ...

Yun Lang always thinks this is his own mistake, or Grandpa Dazai didn't make it clear, should it be the forty generation? Even for forty generations, one generation should be more than fifty years old.

This is a simple arithmetic problem, and it is very easy to calculate.

However, he soon put this doubt behind his head, and one of his arms fell ...

To be precise, the scorched shell outside his right arm rotted. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

The pear fell off his mouth, and his habitual probe went to fish. As a result, the rough pocket caught a piece of hard skin on his arm, and then after he suddenly exerted force, the hard skin was like a long glove from the arm. It was ripped off.

A white, dazzling little arm appeared in front of Yun Lang ...

Yun Lang took a closer look at the arm, moved back and forth twice, and then sighed and continued to do the pinch.

This arm is an unblemished beauty arm alone, the skin is like transparent, blue blood vessels surging under the thin skin, exposed to the sky light for only a moment, then changed from white to pink.

Is just too small, a full circle smaller than his previous arm.

As the arm can move freely, although it is still weak, Yun Lang can't ask for more.

Changed from a mass of coke to this person's appearance, already flying qualitatively.

Even if his limbs became different in size at the end, he recognized it, and it would be great to follow Grandpa Dazai for a lifetime in this deep mountain old forest.

When Grandpa Dazai came back to see this arm, his smiling eyes were no longer visible, and he kicked the tiger with the same head in one foot, scaring that as long as the tiger was there, he would never dare to leave Yunlang for two steps. The far sika deer kept leaning towards Yun Lang.

Grandpa Dazai's arm holding Yun Lang was drooling, which made Yun Lang very worried.

He looked at this arm with appetite, not to mention the man who eats half-cooked meat for years like Grandpa Dazai.

Dazai didn't know what he remembered, and opened Yunlang's mouth and tucked his dirty fingers in, his callous fingers churned back and forth in his throat, and when he took it out, he had one more finger Tuan gray skin.